Taking a cue from Toni's Wifely Steps and Kayni's Corner Cafe about carrying notebooks in our bag, here's a picture of mine.
It is a spiral notebook, a corporate giveaway c/o my sister. I pasted my wedding pictures on the front and the back. It is protected by a transparent cover. By the way, the one with the stencil of the butterfly (from the Peranakan Museum in Singapore) is the front part of the notebook.
I only started bringing a notebook with me when I got married, 2 years ago. I write grocery lists, the due dates of bills and reminders. I also used it to jot down our itinerary during our recent trips to HongKong and Singapore.
Lately with the terrifying lightning storms in the afternoons in this neck of the woods, I switch off and unplug all the electrical appliances in the house so they won't get grounded. I go downstairs with my notebook and scribble movie reviews for my blog. Mostly keywords and short phrases that come to mind when I recall the film. A funny thing is that at the end of the day when I consult my notebook, I can't decipher my own handwriting. Go figure!
Yes I admit my penmanship is terrible. Perhaps I was a doctor in my previous life? Who knows?
It is a spiral notebook, a corporate giveaway c/o my sister. I pasted my wedding pictures on the front and the back. It is protected by a transparent cover. By the way, the one with the stencil of the butterfly (from the Peranakan Museum in Singapore) is the front part of the notebook.
I only started bringing a notebook with me when I got married, 2 years ago. I write grocery lists, the due dates of bills and reminders. I also used it to jot down our itinerary during our recent trips to HongKong and Singapore.
Lately with the terrifying lightning storms in the afternoons in this neck of the woods, I switch off and unplug all the electrical appliances in the house so they won't get grounded. I go downstairs with my notebook and scribble movie reviews for my blog. Mostly keywords and short phrases that come to mind when I recall the film. A funny thing is that at the end of the day when I consult my notebook, I can't decipher my own handwriting. Go figure!
Yes I admit my penmanship is terrible. Perhaps I was a doctor in my previous life? Who knows?
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