The Sloth of Despondency
Lordy, it’s been a while since I managed to write something here, and unfortunately I don’t have a whole lot worth writing today either. The last week has been spent wading through international law research, getting to grips with the intricacies of extreme Microsoft Word formatting issues, and periodically questioning the meaning of it all.
As always, I list the small glimmerings in the gloom in my attempt to convince myself that not everything sucks. Because it doesn’t! (Attempt #1)
Attempt #2: French-pressed coffee at the Ritz-Carlton is a sexual experience. S$15 got a pot of Chocolate Raspberry blend for two with side platter of whipped cream, chocolate shavings and crystallized sugar stirrers. Vikram said the stirrers are normally chocolate-coated as well. Hell, I wasn’t complaining.
Attempt #3: I have a new baby, and his name is Thinkpad.
Attempt #4: I went to the OG Moving Out Sale at Great World City on Saturday and came out alive. Many of the middle-aged ladies present that day should be told they have lucrative career prospects as military advisors on reconnaisance, hand-to-hand combat and survival training. Perhaps I’ll write to my MP and suggest it.
Attempt #5: My other friends’ lives suck even more. I always pride myself on my ability to keep things in perspective.
That sale is heaven. When I was back I went in 4 times making huge purchases [handbags and shoes] everytime. It helped that I’d just gotten back from Japan, and saw 2 bags I’d fallen for there, at a fraction of the price.