Stage 3 Of My Obsession

Photoshop classes start tonight. I'll have to miss the 2nd episode of So You Think You Can Dance, but hey well we all need to make sacrifices in life.

If I complete this lot of Photoshop classes and my photos are still not up to the intended standard, then you will probably be able to hear me screaming from Mars. Because I will be super pissed off, mostly at myself. And the husband. I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to blame the husband. I've already blamed him for the haze. And the inexplicable loss of my Almost Berry Clinique lipstick (only slightly used! now gone forever!)

In other news, The Son is now a frequent sufferer of Train-Drop-On-Foot disease. Symptoms include broken or chipped Thomas the Trains, angry crying small people and lots of little fat feet that need to be kissed better. I'm told that he should get better as he gets older, but we'll see. There's no known cure for Train-Drop-On-Foot, but we remain optimistic.

The Maternal Grandma has finally, after only 2 months, finished teaching The Son how to step across the drain at the Temporary Chinatown Market. Last Sunday he finally crossed the drain by himself without first stepping into it. Why she wants to teach him something so completely useless, I'd like to know. But there it is. What can I do about it.

Yeah. My life's been a little mundane these past coupla days. But it's pleasant. I even joined the teeming crowds at Vivocity last Saturday which pretty much confirms that I've become truly Singaporean.

Oh yes, and the classmate of mine who told me that another classmate of mine had a small defect in her foot is completely full of crap. I've been glancing at her feet now for 3 + years every time we meet and finally saw her recently in open toed shoes which confirm otherwise. No defect, small or otherwise. Some people have some explaining to do!