Working at home seemed like a really cool idea at first - especially when I could enjoy a full Italian lunch with a glass of Sangria in my pjs but after just 5 days of rushing from meetings to meetings, I was hoping our new office would come soon. We had to move out mid-Feb just after I got back from Samui while Luigi continued to Bangkok and Hanoi. Our ex landlord was a tyrant, having raised our rent from S$2k to S$7k. Pure madness. Luckily we managed to find a bigger and more central shophouse office, complete with a loft at Circular Road behind Boat Quay. Now we could go and tell Mr Koh to go eat merda and eat.
On the day of the move-in, I threw some rice to rid of the evil forces and the 3 of us rolled a whole pineapple from the stairs all the way to our 3rd floor office unit for prosperity's sake (pineapple is "ong lai" = "fortuna arriva!"). It was truly hilarious as we took turns to roll the fruit like a rugby ball on an open pitch. I was just being kiasu lah, wanting the best for our company. We'd be here for the next 3 years so I didn't want to take any chances.
N was away in Australia and smsed us to say she has just walked into Bill's in Sydney and spotted Hugh Jackman who returned the gaze. *Swoon* I text her 'Please send some bacon to Wolverine on my behalf.' Next to George Clooney, Hugh is one of the hottest celebrities alive. We'd let him scratch our backs anytime. Anyway, boy are we glad to be reunited again in our new home! Our new intern would be here too and it'd be an exciting new stage.
What is me and being upgraded to villas? I just came back from an all-girl Easter holiday at Bintan Lagoon and as it was packed, they moved us to a four-bedroom Villa B-26 with our own buggy to boot. Cool bananas. The weather was bellissimo and the 6 of us quickly changed into our bikinis and plunged into mango daiquiris in the big-arsed pool. Life is a neverending vacanza - if you want it to be. Ahh... 
Soon the beach was calling and we dived into the low-tided waves at late afternoon while perfecting our tans. Lazy holidays usually fall into these patterns - wondering if you can wake up for breakfast on time, finding fault with your tanline and wondering about the next meal. Hear hear.
