slack week
had friday off this week coz the company closed as it was the company's anniversary. the bosses had decided to bundle off the perm staff away to bali. and being the lowly intern i am, i don't get to go on the mostly-sponsored company trip.ah well. not to say i'm bitter about not going. it would have been quite an experience but i'm not really that keen to spend my weekends with my colleagues. i d o see them practically everyday. there is something known as too much.
and coz my only unemployed friend wasn't free, and her brother wasn't free, my plans to go for a daytime karaoke session was dashed (unless i wanted a solo karaoke session. but didn't really feel like it).
and coz the next available slot for a dental appointment with the polyclinic is in december, i spent my off day making up for sleep.
finally got to wake up late. and i managed to go back to bed for an afternoon nap before trotting out of the flat to zf's place to a sleepover.
spent the time at zf's place chatting, learning a bunch of makeup tips and slacking in front of the telly with a rather interesting book.
then came home to take another 3hour nap.
afterwhich i managed to
- practise my new makeup skills
- iron some clothes (miracle! who? has actually ironed something! considering that i've decided to let the watermelon shirt assume the identity of a shirt that came wrinkled, i think this constitutes a miracle. what to do when you buy pleated skirts. damn my thing for pleated skirts!)
- read some blogs.
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think i haven't blogged about my last dive trip. but nothing really exciting happened. i saw a huge jellyfish. other than that, it was pretty uneventful. visibility sucked on the second day.
and i've decided i wanna try to do rescue diver. there's just something about being in the water that is somewhat beyond words.
when you're in there, gravity seems to have less of an effect.
it's a much cooler environment (literally in that the temperature's so much more comfortable. i can swim happily in a rash guard rather than in a 3mm wet suit. i just tend to freeze when the breeze hits me after i emerge from the water. maybe i don't have sufficient fats. har! only in my dreams).
down there, there're less things grabbing your aural attention and you can really concentrate on the new things you have before your eyes.
the feel of the water all over you.
i really don't exaggerate when i claim that i'm happier in there as compared to being out on land. i really do mean it.
i'm so effing hooked.
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