I have the flu!!! Darned sickness. But at least I’m not as bad as Vincent… poor bastard has a gastro bug on top of the flu.
I had some friends over on Sunday – a nice little get together. I made honey soy chicken wings and cooked some longanisa… boiled some rice and made a salad. Very simple, but it went down well I think.
Karamello came out and hung around us all day (she was a little worried at first because there were “more” people around than normal, but when she realised there was food about she was very friendly) and Holly hid in the bedroom while everyone was around. I’m very proud of ‘Mello, because she’s not used to a lot of people. Everyone thought she was very cute. Holly I didn’t expect anything more from – she’s very timid around new people, although I think she’s getting better (she did stick her head outside the door later in the afternoon).
Anyway, my friends and I spent the afternoon chatting about weddings, clothes, concerts and moving overseas.
Holy crap, so many people are moving overseas. Already most of my school friends have up and left to live in the UK, and another friend is in Japan. Three more of my friends are planning on moving to the UK and sigh… soon I’ll be the only one left here =) I guess we’re all at that age though – coming too close to the cut off for easy application working visas.
I used to want to do it too, but I think now I just want to settle. Get married, buy a house, start a family. Sigh, who ever thought I’d get to this stage?? If I were to move overseas though, I think it’d probably be Hong Kong or Italy or France. I don’t think I’d want to live in an English speaking city…
Anyway, enough of my rambling! I have to get to work… take care!
Tonight is the first night in a week where I have worked a “regular” day. Lol. That is, tonight is the first night in seven days that I haven’t worked overtime. Woo me!
What with all this free time, Vincent commissioned me to touch up some photos for him. I’ll only get through one tonight, but that’ll be enough to get started with. It’s quite therapeutic, touching up the photos. I think it’s because it’s a polar opposite to when I’m at work, sitting there, reading and writing lines of boring code, movie objects around the (flash) stage and generally working under pressure. This is nice.
The only problem is not having a hard line around black hair, when you’re trying to remove a black object from behind it. Sigh. I think I’ve got it… we’ll see when the photo is printed properly though.
Anyway, I’m off. Want to go to bed =)
Take care!
So Vincent and I tried this exercise “method” at the gym today, where you sprint (we were on the bikes) for 8 seconds and then cycle lightly for 12 seconds (Eight seconds key to weight loss). Holy crap man, after about 5 minutes I was hammered, and I had also burned twice as many calories as I would have if I had been sprinting for the same amount of time. Something reported about in the news that actually works? Who knows! Stranger things have happened =)
Last night we went to one of Vincent’s friends weddings. Apparently there were 700 people there. 700 people! Can you believe that? The most people that have ever been to a wedding that I have been to is probably 200!
It was a traditional Indian Hindu wedding, and the bride (Vincen’t friend) looked so gorgeous. It reminded me a lot of my sisters wedding (she married an Indian), but on a much larger scale. There were so many people, and all of the women looked so beautiful in their Sari’s... I want one! Lol. I guess I wouldn’t have any occassion to wear it though…
I wish that I had taken my camera, but since I didn’t know the bride and groom all that well it felt a little strange.
The only down side to the evening was the little girl that was sitting across the table from us. There was a bowl of finger food that everyone on the table had to share, and she wasn’t into sharing. We pulled the bowl over into the centre of the table so we could all reach the food, and she pulled it back and turned it around so we couldn’t reach the food! And then she started running her dirty little hands all through the food, licking her fingers and then doing it again, all the while giving me death stares. She couldn’t have been more than 6 years old!!
I wanted to reach across the table, grab her by the collar and tell her off, but since it was a wedding I didn’t want to create any ill feelings. But you know what irked me the most? Her mother didn’t do squat. If I had done that when I was younger I would have been pulled aside, given a swift whack and told to never do it again and apologise. What is wrong with parents these days?
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