Whenever I find myself in a rut, I always head for the nearest lingerie shop. I used to be able to have Kaybee to keep me company, but now, I usually go alone. I've no idea why it's such a comfort for me - unless it's really more the memory of Kay and the fun times I've had at my old job that helps boost my spirits ( Read more... )

Well, mostly reborn anyway. As 2008 ended, I got very very sick. So sick that I didn't even get a chance to enjoy the holidays, or fix up the house, or even work. I lay there, day after day, gasping like a fish. I don't get the relation of the inability to work with the inability to breathe, but I can't concentrate when I'm trying to stay alive ( Read more... )

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I want to go to SCRAPFEST 5 ( Read more... )

This office is going to make me fat. ;) The accounting lady, Mayette, sells to-die-for cookies, brownies and cookie bars, and I just blew P150 on three boxes of her delicious oatmeal and raisin cookies. I got enough to fill the lovely wedding gift we got, an ornate glass goblet cookie jar. The cookies are heavenly... they're moist and chewy, ( Read more... )

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Since my birthday, scrap stuff has been falling from the sky. The girls gave me a set of Reeves acrylic paints, Ayna's bf sent over the stuff we ordered from Joann's, Mama Yen sent over a Making Memories Distressing Kit and a Versamark Woodburning Kit, Iris sent me the Jolee's Karate Kit and a huge bottle of UTEE which she graciously let me ship ( Read more... )

Continued from previous post: ( HONG KONG TRIP, Part II: The fun, the food, and the ...uh...paper?!? )

It's all set. We're going to HK on the 10th, and we're even attending the ScrappingGals socials on the evening of the 10th. I'm so excited it's all I could do not obsessively mark all the calendars in the house ( Read more... )

Syet, there goes my phone bill. AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. I couldn't restrain myself and called Hong Kong just now to inquire about The First Asian Scrapbooking Retreat. It'll be my very first time out of the country, a gift from Mama Yen. (Actually, it's an insidious plan to get us to be able to visit her next year. I can't leave for a Western ( Read more... )