November, schmovember…

Another year almost gone and still no hand sanitiser sponsorship. C’mon, how much alcohol does a girl need (to rub on her hands) to get a break around here?! But in all seriousness… it’s late November. Already. November always ends up being pretty busy despite my best intentions. I guess it’s been like that sinceContinue reading “November, schmovember…”

After the first COVID…

I’ve been a bit quiet since my fling with COVID in early August but I’m very much alive and kicking. (You may have gleaned that my blog title is a reference to After the First Death, the Robert Cormier novel, which took its name from a Dylan Thomas poem called A Refusal to Mourn theContinue reading “After the first COVID…”

COVID got me…

It finally got me, y’all. After 2.5 years, I’m COVID-positive. It happened in a fairly predictable way. On Sunday, I became a household close contact. I tested negative with a rapid antigen test on Sunday and Monday, and remained asymptomatic both days. This morning – Tuesday – I woke up with a sore throat. TookContinue reading “COVID got me…”

50 cups of coffee can’t be wrong?!

Y’know, I never used to like coffee. Yeah, yeah, sacrilege, whatever. I think the first time I tasted it was when I took a sip of whatever my dad was drinking at my grandmother’s house in Malaysia. It was probably Kopi-O or something like that. Regardless, it was too bitter for this little Aussie girl’sContinue reading “50 cups of coffee can’t be wrong?!”