The wannabe assassin.

Apologies for not updating my blog with another mundane entry.

My laptop has since died on me, refusing to switch on either with a battery or directly plugged to an adaptor. So being me, I have decided to do it my way.

Which is to ignore it for now. The thought of lugging my laptop down to the Acer Service Center on the extreme west of the island @ International Business Park is not my idea of an off day.

So here I am, making do with the desktop that belongs to my youngest brother.

Anyway, I’ve been pretty busy. My studies have wrapped up, and I’m awaiting my cert. My training at work has also wrapped up, and I’m in the permanent night shift for now, doing reservations support. Work has been extremely fun for me, much to the disgust of my colleagues who cannot comprehend why I like working so much. I somehow always manage to look on the other side of things. I figure, why not enjoy what you do while waiting for the next payday, eh?

The Mr and me are still as good as ever. And I thank God for that. He’s been talking an awful lot about settling down and having kids. Hmmmm. I figure that if I can actually slot him in on my off day, then we’ll get married.

Things on the home front are okay, both families are doing fine and with the addition of little Puteri, we’re all having fun passing her around and tending to her.

I finally managed to watch Wanted yesterday. Angelina Jolie is so hot. I keep telling the Mr that she would be the only other person I’d dump him for. I loved the storyline, and the action, whoa. I’m so much into assassin flicks. If there was such a career option, I’d go for it.

Anyone need a part-time assassin? Maybe get rid of an ex-boyfriend or something? I’d be glad to try out and practice. I could do with the extra money. If all goes well, the Mr and me sure could use a break at the end of the year in Miami. God bless employee travel passes.

Today’s another night shift, and tomorrow as well. Followed by three days off. I foresee days in bed (oh, and I also managed to slot in a minor room makeover, with me throwing the bed out, so now I’m sleeping zen style, and cupboards shifted all the way around) with books and lazy days in the kitchen.

Or I could just make the Mr cook instead. There are just some days I’d settle for food that’s overdry, undercooked or even “Oh, I forgot the salt.”

Life is okay, for now.