Pictures Speaks A thousand Words

And so now that i can upload pictures, i am gonna upload the many many that i took that never did get get uploaded due to procrastination and lack of technical skills.


The technical skills part is still an issue. So the pictures shall be really random with no chronological order whatsoever cause it's so hard to get them according to the
order i want!

Of Family, Friends and Love...:)

The past mid autumn, we wanted to go esplanade


but we felt the $5.50 parking fee is not worth it,


so we drop by chinatown point Swensen and had earthquake.

Different Boxes of Mooncake got landed on my table
for the month of mid autumn


My chocolate 'kueh" baked on one lazy sunday afternoon..:)



My typical morning breakfast that does not pale in comparison
at all to my cartel mango and peach waffle.
As it has an added ingredients-love.....:)



My dinner yesterday at Ikea

My all time Favourite- Cartel's Cookies and Cream

Of Work

All credit to Candy and her mama,
that we were able to have such a hearty meal in the office...:)


That day i was called to help pick out the lucky winners.
I bet there were thousand of coupons.
I couldn't capture from a good angle
to show you the number of coupons
as i was doing it secretly.
But mind you,
there were a LOT of coupons:)

The Perks of Working at PSC

And i am currently happily typing and
finishing all my supply of DAIM that i brought from home.

I need more DAIM! :)

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