Flotsam & Jetsam

As you can guess, I’m typing this blog in the office. It’s pretty uncomfortable to keep looking over my shoulders to monitor if anybody’s likely to catch me slacking so I’ll keep this entry short.

I thought that working will curb my snacking habits since meal times are fixed and I’ll be too busy to think about munching. Wrong. Everbody here is a compulsive snacker. Our pantry’s stocked up with Boasters (delightfully crunchy choc hazelnut biscuits), Julie’s peanut butter cookies, Tong Heng’s cashew nuts lightly dusted with sugar, Ferrero Rocher, blueberry butter cookies, orange juice and soft drinks. No wonder I’m FLABBY.

Speaking of fats, Magdalen and I had an argument yesterday over FBT shorts and thighs. I shall not elaborate to save us both from embarrasment. It’s was hilarious, stupid and unanswerable. You can guess who started it (Mag of course). One serious downside to a 9 to 6 day is that I don’t get to exercise. Yesterday’s tennis game revealed how desperately unfit I had become. Ten minutes into the game and I was panting. Or maybe it was the erratic balls Magdalen sent flying over the court.

There’s a saying that law is all about evidence. I concur, Your Honour. You send an email, you have to print out the letter in the ‘Sent’ folder and file it. You send a letter, you have to make a copy of it to file. The same goes for receipts, cheques and other correspondence. It’s really a bother sometimes.

1 p.m. is the time I look forward to everyday. First, it’s lunch time. Secondly, it means that I have only half a day more to go. Being in the Chinatown area is a blessing. There’s a bewildering choice of where to go and what to eat everyday. Amoy Street Food Centre? Maxwell Food Centre? Tanjong Pagar Food Centre? Peck Seah Street? Murray Food Street? We’re right smack in the middle of a foodie’s haven where all of Singapore’s famous hawker food and traditional snacks can be found. I’ll reveal the place where you can get fresh muffins next time.

Our sleepover’s this friday. I’m trying to find the right time, screw up my courage and ask the boss for leave on saturday. Well, maybe I’ll ask him later if he wins the trial.