where do i begin?

and this is just the plain coloured cardstock i now have in my stash. wait til you see the patterned papers.=)
now all i need is oodles of free time to get scrapping away and unlimited photo printing facilities=)

lappie woes

i have a secret.
my beloved lappie is sick. or so my resident geek tells me. after attempting some basic troubleshooting like verify disk. or verify disk permissions. which i have no idea about. before you smart asses try to shove your know how in my face, this is no ordinary computer...this is a mac. my highly precious mac who has served me well since my initiation into the age of owning my own computer. (which coincided with the age of having any access to unlimited computer time) (oh what joys university life brings to you)
so anyways. beloved lappy had a fall a month or so back. yes. a fall. you heard me. basically, when it happened every curse word in my hidden vocabulary rushed to the tip of my tongue. but of course the fall was at the office, next door to my boss' room, in fact, so all i managed was a bloodcurdling shriek.
so since the fall, i have had a strip of white in the middle of the 2nd quarter of my screen, that is devastating enough. imagine watching dvds on said screen.
anyways, the current problem is one that has been building up. (goodness knows how?) but apparently due to the fact that i dont run disk utility often enough. no one tells me these things. sigh. so anyways, have attempted to back up my files, etc. save for one teeny, tiny, ok not so teeny tiny thing.
my itunes library.
yes, the one i've painstakingly built over the years. currently boasting 2210 songs after obfuscating the lame ones. 8.47 gb of highly listenable music. some danceable, some singeable, but all highlysought after. at elast by me=p. i dont have a portable hd to transfer them to. the mere thought of burning them all onto cdrs kill me. and yet i cant carry on as if nothings wrong or ill really start throwing a fit when (touch wood) my lappie does crash. (God forbid)
it's times like this the idealistic side of me carries on in wonderland, thinking that nothing mjorly bad will happen. reminiscent of novel character becky bloomwood. for a glimpse into the comedy that this character is, allow me to transcribe a letter from her latest book. (coming soon=p)
gotta love it (yes, i do read mindless chick lit like these)

birthday treat

it takes receiving a body shop gift voucher for me to go in there and spend money! and so i did with the extravagant rm50 gift voucher i got for me bday (thanks sher) and of course got a little something extra. heh, that along with japanese food for dinner, a peek at bookshops and fascinating conversation makes for a suitably enjoyable saturday night. the saturday after my fabulous trip.

lunch escapades

today's lunch involved a much longer walk traversing new foot terrain since the default lunch plan was pluto-ed by the fact that they weren't open. cheng beng i think. lotsa people on leave too. so, in the end i actually ate at some cafe somewhat directly opposite my office but due to massive traffic one has to walk along the same side of road where i work until one reaches safe crossing at traffic light then cross road then walk down, then into perpendicular street, with cute refurbished old shophouses with too expensive food then down the end of said quaint street onto the next and end up at some not too glam sounding cafe where i order tom yam fried rice for rm5 and the portion is huge. tarpaued half for dinner=p

resurrect the life within

a lot of the time, we spend our lives living drearily. for some time, in the past couple of months or so except for the intervals where life would perk up, i have my moments of just drifting by. barely have a lunch break and try to work work work my ass off. i dunno if it is the fact that we've already moved shop & office ( a major project that we've been working towards and now it's done..for the most part except that the scrapbook shop ain't ready yet) or because i just got back from my eventful cathartic trip to singapore, but these days i feel like i'm living more. living more is in bringing a little excitement into even the most common things and feeling alive, full of hope and the expectation of adventure. screw the fact that the maid ran away, stop moaning about being incompetent at work and just DO IT, dammit. do what i can the best i can and don't lament. and enjoy my lunch break! and not feel guilty to take a lunch break longer than 15 minutes.
so today i crossed the very busy burmah road, hopped over to junction cafe and had set lunch all by myself, brought my journal too but food came fast, so no time to write. i enjoyed my lunch break.