My internet at work was been down for almost all of the last week, so I found myself seemingly cut off from the rest of the world. As Sandy remarked yesterday, (and I'm paraphrasing this because at the time I was concentrating on trying not to totter in my newly purchased, fabulous strappy black heels) "What good is a computer without internet access? It's just a big box!". Why yes, it is.

My boredom at work in the last week two weeks, coupled with the lack of access to the rest of the cyber-community last week, culminated with me feverishly typing up a new blog entry in Microsoft Word, in a window reduced to 6 words wide and three lines long at a font size of 10pt. Occasionally I would frantically scramble to minimize the window and pretend to be mulling over an AutoCAD drawing of a rivet every time I heard footsteps approaching.

But there have been times when I've walked past various co-workers' desks and caught them staring at a blank Microsoft Excel worksheet with look of utter and intense concentration, their faces all flushed; or clumsily trying to close a Jobboom or Monster.com window. Heehee.

Anyway, all this to say that you should come back and check for an entry about my experience at Super Aqua Club and La Ronde sometime later this week, assuming our internet connection is up and running.

my b-day

today i turned 24. thanks to Maureen, Anne and Adrian who e-mailed me to wish me a happy one. It made my day to hear from you guys!

today's happenings included worship at church this morning and lunch at a korean restaurant that left its pungunt garlickly kitchen aromas stubbornly embedded in the fibres of my clothing. i then spent a good part of the afternoon washing my car, lamenting over the various new scratches i found; followed by paying bills online; and now, blogging. a home-cooked meal and a chocolate mousse cake awaits upstairs in the kitchen.

not to say i didn't get to go out to celebrate - last evening was spent with some friends at the very hip restaurant Sophia on the main and then at a karaoke bar on Crescent. You know people truly are your friends when they will accompany you onstage to sing a song they don't really know, meanwhile collectively making fools out of themselves in public; and sit patiently for an hour and a half while you debate whether or not you will actually go and up and sing, and then waiting for your turn to go up after a bunch of rowdy American tourists belt out an what seemed to be an endless stream of 80's hits, Bruce Springsteen, and bad rapping. thanks, guys. I love you all =).

and now it has finally hit me...oh my goodness...I'M 24!!