the other happy couple

The Other Happy Couple

An absolutely beautiful couple!

From the class of 2000, another couple got married. The third, I would say. But not just any couple... both were best friends back in high school.

We've fallen out of the best buds category, moving away from each other in terms of space and interest. Even so, the initial bonds never really sever and at high school the memories of conversations, experiences and all silly, girly stuff (same ol but necessary boy crushes, for instance) are dear to mind and heart.

This couple does really have a great love story to tell. They've withstood everything, really. They had a couple of tries in a relationship during high school, met many, many obstacles especially when he migrated to Australia. But when she went over to Australia just recently to study and look for a new job, they fell in love again and it was as if fates just wanted to test them, perhaps to make them even stronger.

I'm so thrilled for them. Unlike other couples I hear marrying at this age, I am not gasping thinking this is far too early.

In fact, if it were me, I would say it is the unthinkable, regardless of how much I love *Gallant. Frankly, looking at this happy couple and comparing my relationship, I am far from ready to get into a marriage.

Kiwi and a reply

Gosh, this one really made me all teary eyed:



and a reply...

When 'Mo is 'Lo

When 'mo hits 'lo

If I had to name my strengths I have at work, I would say it would be motivation, hard work, ease with big time speakers (once I have gotten over the fact that harmless flirting is totally harmless) and little doses of anal retentiveness.

I used to be able to work hard on all weekdays, bring work and the *passion into the weekends and still remain all *idealist and optimistic for things to come.

Truth is the old me is starting to fade away. Like now, I just don't have the mood to finish up my brochure for my Prepaid Mobile Summit. Neither have I done anything for research (other than print out loads of reading material) for my next conference on corporate communications.

I don't know if it is a case where I have no other actual work experience to compare, but work life is really starting to drain and I sorely miss the free time and the slower pace... you know, to read and contemplate (seriously, despite a part-research job I don't enjoy mental meditations as much... evident in blogging only about boyfriend lately) and help out with charity and bake cookies (stuff like that).

To put it in other words, I don't think I really hate my job as much (contrary to complaints I have been telling my friends lately). I think I just hate having to work.

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On the flipside, I think *sheercrazyme is loving her job and has a wonderful observation blog.

And on another note, I have joined True Yoga and quit Planet Fitness. Would I recommend the yoga centre? - No. The classes don't fit expectations, their member features are so basic and you even have to bring your own lock for your locker, and staff is pushy with sales and lack a friendly appeal. I was even told that they cold call people to sell packages (I am displeased because the centre is practically spilling out from all sides with the worst yoga practitioners I have ever seen).

Despite the lack of yoga classes at Planet, I am definitely heading back to Planet after my six month tryout at True Yoga. It really says something about quality, not only about the yoga instructor being much more skilled, but that the practitioners are more advanced in the few available weekly yoga classes. Plus, I am missing the variety of kickboxing, aerobics and step classes available.

Talk about post buying remorse!

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p.s.s. Have found another way to use the croutons. I added them to a stir fry tomato dish! Yummy Chinese & English fusion.

f a t

F A T

Reckless and stress related food therapy is bad for the body and soul. After I tucked into a bowl of home made salad and glanced at the new box of (baked) croutons I realise...

... six tiny croutons = 30 calories.

Now, that is just plain nasty and underhanded for calories to be sneaking in that way.