So, SIL#5 treated her to some make-up session. Kristine was
fascinated but afraid of the affect since she does not know what
she wanted.
fascinated but afraid of the affect since she does not know what
she wanted.
And then, it was the lipstick. Well, there was a bit of a problem with the
lipstick. All the time, Kristine wanted to have lipstick on her lips which
explains why she loved the red lipstick sweets. But when it came to the
real lipstick, well, she was afraid of how it looked and also the taste.
lipstick. All the time, Kristine wanted to have lipstick on her lips which
explains why she loved the red lipstick sweets. But when it came to the
real lipstick, well, she was afraid of how it looked and also the taste.
A much calmer Kristine after the make-up. Or shall I say, she is trying
to practice her smouldering looks. Ha ha ha ha
to practice her smouldering looks. Ha ha ha ha
And for lunch, we went vegetarian. I still cannot get over the fact
what for a vegetarian dish, they must have vegetarian prawns,
vegetarian meat, vegetarian what nots. Vege is vege and meat is
meat. Its like feeling not guilty eating vege meat because you did
not kill an animal and yet you get to eat your "meat". Kinda stupid
if you ask me. Anyway, the petai is the best dish of all.
what for a vegetarian dish, they must have vegetarian prawns,
vegetarian meat, vegetarian what nots. Vege is vege and meat is
meat. Its like feeling not guilty eating vege meat because you did
not kill an animal and yet you get to eat your "meat". Kinda stupid
if you ask me. Anyway, the petai is the best dish of all.
Halfway through the lunch, Boss called and asked me a favour on my
way back to check on a system. So, everyone decided to end the lunch
on a short note, rushed back home and get our laundry and bags packed
packed up. I felt guilty because of that while SIL#1 argued and insist my
Boss pay for the rest of the toll and petrol since our leave has ended and
gone "official". Wife was not happy but she knows its the nature of my job.
way back to check on a system. So, everyone decided to end the lunch
on a short note, rushed back home and get our laundry and bags packed
packed up. I felt guilty because of that while SIL#1 argued and insist my
Boss pay for the rest of the toll and petrol since our leave has ended and
gone "official". Wife was not happy but she knows its the nature of my job.
The customer has moved to a new building and left this PABX intact. Since
the new PABX was set up by a (now broken) competitor, we did not service
this are. But after much discussion between my Boss and the customer, they
agreed to my suggeston to remove the system since there was no one else
there except for the security guard. While he let up drive the car into the
office (heh heh), I got started on my work while Wife made sure the two very
excited girls do not run off and straight onto the road. Now, she knows how
hard I work, going here and there. Ha ha ha ha!
the new PABX was set up by a (now broken) competitor, we did not service
this are. But after much discussion between my Boss and the customer, they
agreed to my suggeston to remove the system since there was no one else
there except for the security guard. While he let up drive the car into the
office (heh heh), I got started on my work while Wife made sure the two very
excited girls do not run off and straight onto the road. Now, she knows how
hard I work, going here and there. Ha ha ha ha!
The trip back took longer than we thought. After searching in vain for
Gurney Drive, we decided to go back home instead. And by the time
we gone through patches of rain and few R&R stops, it was very late
into the night. The next day, both of us were very very tired. I wondered
how a normal five hour trip can turn into an eight hour trip instead
Gurney Drive, we decided to go back home instead. And by the time
we gone through patches of rain and few R&R stops, it was very late
into the night. The next day, both of us were very very tired. I wondered
how a normal five hour trip can turn into an eight hour trip instead
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