FeR

I have a love-hate relationship with Sasha’s cabin light. It doesn’t work when I need it the most (when work ends at 8pm during winter) but goes on up when I don’t need it (when it’s still light outside). Yet, when it DOES work, I’m always happy – in fact I asked it today, “Oh, so you decided to come back, huh?”

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Decisions, decisions.
What would you choose? What would you have? What would you get?
I am currently in a “lust phase” and it’s not healthy for my wallet or my savings.

New lenses? New bag? New shoes? New watch? New clothes? New phone? New compact camera? New gadget (Waterpik!)? New books?

Meh.
I know there are more important things than material ones but I’m just…uhm…day dreaming?

[Edited 25th July 1028pm - my refund has been credited back into my account. No complaints about their speedy response, that's for sure!]

Okay. So I procrastinated in sending a card out and thus I chose to order flowers online to send it to mom for her birthday. The typical cina in me thought the most “value for money” would be the potted rose plant. It looked really cute, okay? Let me show you what I mean.

I chose the pink one because it looked sweeter than the yellow.

When I got the email this morning confirming that my order has been delivered, I called mom to ask if she liked what she saw. I was even confident I’d get a happy, excited, gushy response. Instead, she went, “Oh…uhmm…next time don’t waste this kind of money okay.”

“Oh. Why? You don’t like it?”

(more…)

Not only is he chatty, he does not make fun of me when I asked about coloured contacts.

(I know! I’m such a vain pot – never experienced putting on NORMAL contacts before and wanting to jump right into aesthetic ones – but he didn’t judge me)

And he gives me realistic expectations.

He says, “BOOM!” when he put on my mock glasses to emphasize to me how different things look like when I have them on.

He remembers my phobia about sticking something into my eye (okay, he probably wrote notes down but it was nice he actually reads what he writes!)

He reminds me (a little) of MrBean when he does an impersonation of someone having no problem putting contacts on.

Thus, he has a sense of humour.

He is just 20 steps away from work.

So now I “have” my “lady doctor” and an optometrist. Who knows what’s next?

It doesn’t matter now but I’m not exactly happy with how my $44 was spent. What’s the point of me sending stuff out using your company (I trust you to be REAL QUICK!) if it’s going to take ages getting there – or if it’s going to take the same amount of time if I were to use the local national courier and at half the price to boot?

Picked up from work on 6th May, somewhere past 12pm…and it was left sitting around till near 8am the next day to be sent to Auckland????????????? Then it takes ANOTHER day to be processed and sent out from Auckland only after 4pm today.

Not happy at all.

I’m just glad (some kind of irony here) that the arrival day/time of those stuff does not matter anymore. I just expected more from this company, especially when I am paying (what I feel) a premium price for their service.

(My long suffering blog – my enthusiasm to post photos – I wanted to say “write” but let’s be honest – of my trip back home, I couldn’t find it. It’s now a month since I got back. Whoops!)

A small piece of date scone, a small piece of cheese scone, a banana cupcake and coffee.
That was what I had for breakfast. BREAKFAST! Oh, did I mention they were all home made?

Anyway, there I was, sitting in the kitchen at 650am having breakfast – who would’ve thought FeR would be willing to get up early so that she would be out of her flatmate’s hair (read: first to use the bathroom!), have enough time to eat and then start walking to work.

The sky is dark and the sun isn’t out yet to greet you – who would be jumping out of bed? If only we start our day according to when the sun comes out…but that thought would be insane when the days are longer. Can you imagine waking up at 430am to start work? Eeeps!

Carmen lit the first fire yesterday. It’s not THAT cold but this house wasn’t built for winters. Despite the encouragement from the government (in the form of an amount of money) to get landlords to insulate houses, ours didn’t take the bait. Apparently he didn’t think the house was worth “fixing up”. Oh well! At least he didn’t fix it up and use it as means to increase our rent (yes, I’m trying to be positive here!) – besides, I’ve got enough blankets to wrap myself up like a spring roll.

Must be tough for bears when it’s winter and they can’t fall asleep.