Sunshin3

Picture courtesy of Allblackberry.com

Firstly, it’s slimmer and sexier than its predecessors.

Weighing just 151g, the Blackberry Curve is more than just a smart phone. It’s like a fashion accessory with its sleek metallic finish that oozes simplicity and sophistication.

I didn’t had the chance to go through the process of routing emails to my blackberry as it was done by the IT department of my firm but one thing is for sure, because of the faster processing speed, viewing and downloading of attachments was a breeze. Heck, i could even compose emails with attachments once i had downloaded them into my phone.

More than that, what i really like about the Curve is that the trackball is positioned at the front unlike the side panels of the older versions so for females with small fingers, major adjustments aren’t really necessary. Usage of the Curve is absolutely bimbo-proof and i never found it a necessity to read the manual to know how to use the phone.

Apart from the usual PDA calender, memo pad functions, the Curve also has short-cut applications to GoogleTalk, Yahoo Search to name a few. Battery life is relatively short if you’re a heavy user. Mine zonked out on me after 1 and a half days of medium usage.

Next up will be on the synchronisation features once i get round to actually doing it.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.
Old boy’s coughs could be heard, from the ground to the clouds.
His shirts and towels were cleaned and washed with care;
In hopes that the bacteria lurking within would soon be dead.

Old boy was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of medication danced in his head.
And sunshin3 in her knickers and GAP
Had just settled her brains for a long winter’s nap.

Now you know why I suck at literature.

Christmas Eve, Christmas and Boxing Day was spent nursing Old boy who fell sick unexpectedly. The poor boy was coughing and wheezing so much and with the fever coming on and off, it really didn’t help the situation. It was uncomfortable for us both because he didn’t want to have ventilation in the room so that he could sweat it out and boy did he sweat.

I have never washed and dried so many rounds of clothes over the past three days. Thank God I bought the dryer.

No matter how independent Old boy is, taking care of him can be quite tiring too and I fell asleep while watching football with him.

But the sweet one didn’t complain;
And bundled me with a blanket instead.
He covered me with kisses and switched on the fan;
And “Good night, sweet dreams,” was the last i think he said.

Merry Christmas everyone!

I am sure that after a while, i will hate Christmas because of its implied meanings of contriteness and understated greed.

My week has been numbingly boring that there is nothing worth mentioning about. Not even the lunch at Au Petit Salut although i have to admit that the food was really excellent or the effort spent braving the crowds to ensure suitable presents for Old boy’s colleagues.

Speaking of presents, I almost succumbed into getting two DS Lites for the kids and thankfully, Shelly stopped me by berating me for buying things that i completely have no prior knowledge of. I also almost succumbed into getting a microwave oven because i was desperate to utilize the vouchers that my bosses gave to me until i remembered the argument between Old boy and myself over the cable subscription.

Ah well.

I make a terrible housewife AND a Tai Tai anytime.

Anyway, i’m back to my curls.

Think i look like Ms. Shanghai now.

As you can see from my previous post, I was a little high. Can you spot the error?

4 glasses of champagne, [two] glasses of red wine and 1 glass of white.

Old boy popped by last night when I least expected it but nonetheless, a pleasant surprise.

True to his astuteness, he knew that something was bothering me hence the reason why he drove down to see me but at 11.30pm, and still not quite there yet in clearing my 70-odd emails from work, I just wasn’t in the mood to talk.

All I really wanted was to sleep and I was hoping he would sleep soon so that he wouldn’t have a problem sleeping as there was a possibility that I might snore since I was really dead tired.

But as always, he’s still the sweetest and the loveliest.

And we woke up late. Again.

On a separate note, i am now the owner of a brand new blackberry curve.

Sleek, stylish and oomph.

Reviews will be up shortly.

4 glasses of champagne, two glasses of red wine, 1 glass of white.

And a very happy sunshin3.

It’s more drinks again this Thursday and i hope the stand-in boyfriend can hold his liquor well.

Sigh, i wish i could make my life more comfortable sometimes.

As expected, Old boy wasn’t comfortable on attending the lunch.

Going forward, I’m extremely excited that I found a portable dryer that works equally well as the conventional dryers and the best part is it’s environmentally-friendly!

Ya, like I really care about the Kyoto Protocol.

Enter Enviro CD-50 and may I add, a product of Malaysia.

The description from various websites read:

“A brilliant and innovative product that provides the ideal solution to your laundry-drying woes. Rain or shine, day or night, the dryer ensures your laundry gets dried hygienically all year round. It’s easy to install, does not consume space, efficient with up to 10kg of laundry load per drying session.

Enviro cloth dryer or laundry dryer is the solution to households, giving you the benefit of sunshine 24 hours a day 365 days whole year round, without the side effects such as UV (Ultra-Violet) rays which may harm your delicate wardrobe such as your expensive lingeries, coats, handbags or even shoes.”

It’s simple to use, definitely bimbo-proof and only costs S$99 through my source. However, the unfortunate thing was recommending it to an ex-colleague of mine who faced the same problem as I did, resulted in a huge row between the boyfriend and her as the man felt it was impractical while the lady felt otherwise.

To most men, it’s just a solution of buying more clothes to wear or bringing the clothes to the laundry shop to wash but most men do not realise that it’s more than just practicality for our desire to get one.

It reflects poorly on our ability to take care of our men when we cannot even provide him fresh, clean-smelling clothes to wear in whatever weather it is.

Lines are blurred when a couple cohabits but I always believe that a woman still has to fulfil the duty of a ‘wife’ to her man.

Of course, these days, the definition of being a wife is pretty much non-existent.

If there’s one thing I forgot about working in an MNC, it’s how much they love get-togethers.

I have a Company lunch next week at some french restaurant at Dempsey Road. If the menu doesn’t tempt you enough, I don’t know what else will..

Carpaccio of Sea Scallops with Herb Mesclun and Roasted King Crab and Sesame Dressing
Duo of Terrine of Foie Gras and Warm Foie Gras Custard with Brioche and Truffle Jus
Winter Truffle and Mushroom Risotto
Champagne and Rosella Flower Sorbet
Roasted Black Angus Tenderloin on caramelised butternut pumpkin and organic vegetables, red wine sauce
Or
Half-baked boston lobster with white wine and taragon sauce, leek and potato gratin
Degustation of Chocolate Praline Logcake, Valrhona Chocolate Pudding and Caramelised Eggnon Brulee

To be honest, i’m not exactly tempted by the menu either because they seem cholesterol inducing but i think it’s only nice that i attend because i’m new to the firm.

So anyone interested to be my stand-in boyfriend for 3 hours?

Transport is claimable.

I’m actually too tired to even blog about it.

I am terrible at waking people up as much as I love mornings.

Today is probably the 4582123th time that Old boy has had to scamper off without breakfast and the worse part is he has a full day meeting at some ulu part of Singapore. I feel really bad because I believe that a woman must at least be able to feed her man well, and maintain the house clean.

Either there is something in me that is sleep inducing or that I’m simply fond of having him around in bed in the mornings. It’s so enjoyable when he lays his head against my bosom while I take a whiff of him, stroke his face, and plant light kisses against his cheeks and ears.

We can have the alarm set at 7 am and still be in bed during the above actions for the next half an hour.

It’s equally orgasmic staring at him when he’s hard at work with his hands.

I mean fixing stuff like when the shoe rack disassembled by itself. The way he solves the issue, and how determined he is to get it right.

So manly.. *swoons*

I hope he has a knack for fixing aircons too, heh.

In other news, my assistant has chosen to get the Blackberry Curve for me instead of the 8700 series that my boss is holding (on office expenses of course) because in her words, “I deserve it.”

I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry at this statement but i guess, the thought counts.