Makes me wonder, wonder and wonder and wonder what are you?

I wake up with blood-shot eyes
Struggled to memorize
The way it felt between your thighs
Pleasure that made you cry

Feels so good to be bad
Not worth the aftermath, after that
After that, try to get you back

[Bridge]
I still don't have the reason
And you don't have the time
And it really makes me wonder
If I ever gave a fuck about you

[Chorus]
Give me something to believe in
'Cause I don't believe in you anymore, anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference to try, yeah
So this is goodbye

God damn I'm standing here
Decisions that made my bed
Now I must lay in it
And deal with things I left unsaid

I want to dive into you
Forget what you're going through
I get behind, make your move
Forget about the truth

[Bridge]
I still don't have the reason
And you don't have the time
And it really makes me wonder
If I ever gave a fuck about you

[Chorus]
Give me something to believe in
'Cause I don't believe in you anymore, anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference
It even makes a difference to try

[Chorus 2]
And it's over, heard the feeling
But I don't believe it's true anymore, anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry
(Oh no)
So this is goodbye

I've been here before
One day a week
And it won't hurt anymore

You caught me in a lie
I have no alibi
The words you say don't have a meaning

[Bridge]
Cause I still don't have the reason
And you don't have the time
And it really makes me wonder
If I ever gave a fuck about you
and I...and so this is goodbye

[Chorus]
Give me something to believe in
Cause I don't believe in you anymore, anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference
It even makes a difference to try

[Chorus 2]
And it's over, heard the feeling
But I don't believe it's true anymore, anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry
(Oh no)
So this is goodbye

(Oh no)
Yeah, so this is goodbye (x3)

The struggle

Wind me clockwise but be careful, do not test the tension of this spring..
I am that spring operated bunny.

The double image I see, there stays two living spirits in me.
One wears a crown, one grows two horns.
They struggle to be me.
It’s a bipolar reaction when you lost your identity.

The heart sinks, my limbs go weak.
I feel like doing nothing.
Let them fight to be me.

The wheels on my feet are bounded by some pins
I drag my steps with efforts which never seems to end
There I am, swimming in a pool of mercury, sinking yet struggle to breath

The sun will melt me, the rain will then send me to the sea.
I will float and go where the tide and wave will bring me.
And all will be gone with the wind.

Come and claim me, come claim me.

Feel my breath next to that cold starring night
Where all comes to a total pitch darkness
And its just you and me you see
And dont you wish you can have all of me, when indeed you have only me.

Tell me which is real?
The one wore crown or the one grew horns?
I am no longer what I used to be, but what you wish I will be



(created by Miu)

Never ending.........

I simply cannot understand why we have to queue to enter that LV boutique at Taka. I mean, hey! I have to queue to buy your things ah?! In the end, we walked to DFS where it is less crowded. The LV key sling was nice but I already had one key pouch, thus went to have a one to one xchange for something else. Nothing really fancy me much or serve any purpose, so in the end, I chose this one, a mini sling pouch which at least can put my phone and some notes, which I can use it when I go watching movies.

Was chatting with Ginnise and updating her alot of stuff and.....bluntly told her my foolish acts. She was laughing her head off man! Well! That dont happen everytime oke?? Hmm....LOL! Yah.... I am like that sometimes.. hmm....when I drink I mean. But I swear I am not drunk, just happy. I dont know why I just wanna do it. No hold backs, no embarassment, not shy. I just wanna wave bye bye to the passing cars.......... and I felt so happy when there is not much cars on streets, and I still remembered clearly I waved bye bye to a taxi uncle. Thank god he did not turn his head my direction, else it would really scare the hell out of him! I did not see sparkling stars that day..but I still wish to be dead drunk one of these days.

Have you heard of songs by the famous taiwanese tv host Zhang Fei? His "Walk my baby back home", "La Vie Rose", "Crazy" and many more were superb!!!!!!! I love that Jazzy feeling he gave me. Makes me feel like eloping to Paris and dance the whole night away with him, though he is old enough to be my uncle but he has a charisma which attracts me much. LOL!

Today is my birthday again, according to the chinese lunar calendar, as according to my mother and she prepared "Mian Xian" and two redded eggs for my breakfast. My birthday seems never ending?? LOL!!

A string of celebrations

My sis bought this for me! But I have got alot of stuff from her already. The celebration this year seems like a very "GREAT DEAL" as if I am celebrating my 80th anniversary like that. Wednesday celebrated then again on the actual day, celebrated at home and then cont celebrating at Chevrons with friends.








I gave myself a bday gift too. A new hair cut and hopefully a new job soon. Had Malibu, just two glasses only. It seems to make me happy, very happy. I guess I need liqour to make me feel the feeling of happiness. But the Mainland Waitress is driving me nuts. Whatever you ask her, she will say "I dun know". Then I told her I want a MALIBU. She nodded and then went out and came back again asking what mixer I wanted. I told her, just give me your usual mix, how you wanna mix just MIX. She dun understand. In the end I have to tell her, oke, green tea. The second time she came in, I told her "give me another glass". She nodded and came back with a taller glass and a straw dipped into the drink. Finding it weird, I asked another waitress what drink was that, I explained I wanted another Malibu MIXED WITH GREENTEA. That Mainlander had actually given me a glass of GREENTEA. Damn! I really feel like showing her a middle finger.



It was already 2am, we send Ginnise back home and suddenly I do not feel like returning home yet, so we went to Punggol to see the night owls fishing in the dark. The tide was very high, my mood was high too. The drinks seem to have swirled my long buried happy yippy mood and I knew I was saying some nonsense in the car. Seeing me so happy, he got me Choya from his house for me to bring home drink. LOL!! Choya? Healthy drink. :)

By the time I got home, its already 4:30am. Woke up at 8:30am this morning for a Breakfast belated celebration again at Hong Xing Dim Sum. Then to Lot One to meet someone, and finally I got to rest my feet at home. With my eyes half close right now and waiting for Ginnise to advise me what time to meet later for our shopping.......

And bon voyage to sis who is on her way to Perth now... Going to miss you.

In the mood for...............?

Had a early celebration on Wed (which was yesterday). The surprise came abit early but I do not mind at all. That bouquet of roses, given to me right at the car park, it was a mixture of embarassment and guilt to have cost him so much over a celebration. I do not really feel the joy nor excitement of the coming day because as I age, I starts to wonder, what is there to celebrate when the wrinkles and crowlines start to form on every inch of our skin? Was it a joy to even be born in the first place? Why are we celebrating us turning older and older and weaker..and uglier..and eventually dying?? Why do we live to die? Since we will be dying, why dont we end it even way before it even start since the ending will always be death? Ok ok....enough of the dark thoughts.

Anyway, it was a pleasant surprise. :) We had dinner at Mushroom Pot since I have always been pestering for some "colorful" mushrooms and thus, I had my fill there, all sorts of fungus to stuff into my mouth.

Had a slow walk along Kallang Stadium, then back in the car, I opened up that gift he had for me. Again that mixture of guilt and embarassment overwhelmed me.I have caused him the trouble to have spend so much on a good for nothing woman! He fumbles awhile but manage to wear that necklace for me. I felt like a little woman. LOL! What have I done to have let him dotes me so much? I always wonder why.

Then I thought of all the kindness received from all of yous, my ex: who had wore that Titus watch for me on my wrist, how he would cut up that chicken cutlet into bit size for me, how his handmade gifts/cards touched my heart, tying my shoe laces, bringing me herbal tea, never fails to send me right to my door step even after a bad tiff. Him: who had removed whipped cream from my drink, written those simple yet sincere words on that Vday card which moved me to tears becos such things coming from him is, never easy I guess. And the recent one: to have showered me with all the unconditional concerns and never expect any returns but just a simple "I just want you to be happy".

Since secondary days, I have been adored and taken care of by many friends. Ppl who showered me with "letters of confessions", roses, gifts, etc, all these efforts which caused some jealousy brewing and I have lost some frienships in between. But seriously, its not something I wanted or is within my control. Instead of feeling joyful, I feel embarassed most of the time.

Sometimes I do take these gestures for granted. Was it simply becos I was just being too use to it or simply because I understand the rules of the game of pursuit and therefore care less about such gestures? There are some who admire me for the attention and love I gets. I do agree and cherish it even more now. Cos I come to realise that such adoration and dotes does not happen to everyone. I have been such a silly girl.

The ups and downs (mostly downs) that he has been with me to go thru it one by one. I am just afraid to become someone else's burden again. I am afraid to give, to share, to show my concern. I feel safer behind this icy mask I casted on it upon myself, one which shows no emotions and feels no emotions.

And yes its true. It's only a matter of how much you want that person in your life as part of your life story, even if it's just a chapter and not the epilogue. I will cherish this soulmate I have got now. Future no one knows but for the present moment, I guess you and I know just what we want.




And thanks to Ginnise for the Body cream. Lavender is one of my fav. Only you know best! And Alban, for his ticket to the show. I will work hard and take good care of myself. Hope that song will grab some attention in SPop and may all my readers feel some joy reading this post. :)

the one you love or the one who loves you?

are you gonna stay with the one who loves you or are you going back to the one you love? Someone's gonna cry when they know they lost you, someone's gonna thank the stars above..

Hermit Hermit!

(This is not the actual colored pet hermit)


Went to Hougang Mall to see hermit crabs. Have you ever see the news report? Those mini crabs whom carries their home on their back just like a snail?

No denial that they are very adorable indeed. I was agreeable when YC wanted to get that for me as pets but while I was considering what colored hermit should I get, my eyes happened to swept across a board next to the tank.

A crab for 25 bucks?! A package of a small plastic tank, some sand, a container and two crabs cost 65 bucks or 75 for a slightly bigger tank! My eyes nearly dropped out! I backed off when the seller scoped some hermits for me to chose. Its far too expensive! My god! HOw many packets of chicken rice can I buy with that money?! LOL! I am a chicken rice queen, I know. I have got to convince him to not get that for me cos its really too ex.. It's really very adorable...but....imagine in time to come, when it grows bigger and bigger......wow.......can I steam that for dinner? Hmm....wonder should I start keeping chicks, ducklings, and shrimps.......opps...that should become rearing already....... LOL!!!

I always have phobia for animals or little insects. Even the slightest thought of having a dog walking pass me will make my hair stands! I dun know why I am so afraid of animals, its just me. The ones that were consider HARMLESS according to my definition, are those who are either slow in reaction, or has to be kept in cages. That explains why we have gold fishes and tortoise and why I will even consider hermit crabs as my own pet. I actually quite like seahorses, snails, jelly fishes.....and many more as long as they falls in my definition.

I still think of hermit but thinking about them will do, doenst have to own them.. :)


Friday went to Dempsey again its damn crowded!!!!!!!!!! Then met a damn "careful" driver who turn and turn and swirl but still does not seemed to have any direction or knows where he/she wants to head to, and only knows how to block the route. Eventually he/she caused a little jam and we have to detour.

He seemed famished! So I suggest to go Holland V instead. Had a simple dinner there at Essential O'briens then chatted about something which I dun quite know what meaning was it he meant or I still prefer to stay in denial stage. But probably sometimes, I am just insensitive or too frank with words. Hmmm......ya..........thats it. I will be more tactful next time.

Its no ones fault. The prob lies with me, I still like to wear my pretentious mask and live in denial stage. I think that will keep everyone safe. :)

The syndicates

My look is not your threat
My figure is not of your concern
I am just here to work and not for beauty peageant.

I am not to outshine you, cos I am a natural light
One that nothing can hide when I shine.

I am not to compete with you becos I believe we are all working as a team, as it should be.

It was a new beginning I looked forward to. Take note again of the past tense.

Who is human, who is the spirit? Who can I speak and bare my soul to?
I stand in the middle of the quick sand, who will outstretch a hand?

I am not a threat, let me repeat once again.
I am just earning a living just like everyone is.
At the end of the day, we are just working bees in the secret garden dont you agree?

I am here to work, not to gain friendship, which is there is, is a bonus to you, not me.

I dont need to shout and slam down the phone (like how you did), to you, cos I believe, we work as a team.

Is there a need to endure the cold and warmness you bring everytime I call with regards to work?

Is there a need to pacify you to all your demands?

If I dont remind you, and if shipment fails, aint you blaming me not pushing it enough for you?

Then how many say faults lies not with me if shipment fails but non heard what she rants in the phone to me.

How agressive can I be, when asking the impossible to be possible is not possible? Can you be abit more reasonable and stop behaving like a child with no candy bars?

I am just a middleman, one that stares at the monitor from 830 to 545, twisting my limbs and bit my lips, swallowing nasty words and always caught in between.

Run For Hope

I cant really sleep much. Manage to wake up at 6:30 and get ready for the run. It was a mental struggle not becos I was not able to wake up, but it rained and drizzled. But some how, after so far, I guess it does not hurt much to just go try my luck.

It was still drizzling when we were caught up in the jam which nearly got me to suggest a detour to have a morning breakfast instead. However we manage to got into Sentosa. Was in the beach carpark and saw a police car. Thought was some theft in the carpark until I saw a car covered in black soot. The fire must have been put out not very long ago.

The race has started by the time we managed to settled down. I thought I could cut in and join the rest in the middle of it but........ well, we still have to walk to starting point and what motivated me, was to collect the nice white towel.




We took about 40mins to complete the 4k run by jogging and walking and then jogging again. A nice record for myself since I only started jogging not very long ago and the longest distance I walked and jog was a 8k. The greatest happiest moment is to be able to see the banner "Finishing Point" over my head. There were so many runners doing their little chats among themselves, drinking and eating ice creams, while waiting for their friends to arrive at the last point.




We went to the Underwater world to see see and then to VIvo for brunch and now I am blogging this entry with my eyes half closed.........

Run, Motivation, Singapore Flyer

Went East Coast for a slow jog. So many new restaurants and new leisure sports available. It was a cool night again. Was suppose to jog but I guess I ran too fast and "bom jack" very soon. The best part is I ran passed a TROOP of young man in green, doing their road march. Then we eventually walked together, in fact, just a few steps ahead of them. They some how motivated me to walk faster, and guess I have also motivated them to catch up with me. Finally we reached the Bedok Jetty, they place where brought back many memories with my ex sec sch friends, where we dawn overnight at the Jetty, the late night talks, how I show them my love letters that were given to me.. how we gathered around when we caught those ikan billis..how the night gets colder and and peaceful when all around were in pitch darkness and fade twlinging lights from the other side that was seperated by the sea.



After which we rested our feet at mac then head off to take pictures of the Singapore Flyer. This is the first time I alighted along that busy expressway and walked against that traffic and climb over the divider in the middle of the night. Sad to say, my cam not good enough for night scene shots and the effects were disappointing. Nevertheless, will bring another cam along and this time, probably will do a morning or afternooon or evening shot instead.

Reach home ard 12 something. TOday will be doing song recording again. Afterwhich maybe heading down to Beaufort to listen to alban's pianist tutor playing the jazz tonight. Else guess I should be heading home painting. TOmorrow got to wake up early for the event. My weekend is packed up once again before the start of another torturing work week while I yearn for the next weekend to arrive.

Can i?

Can i tell you a secret? Can i see thru your weirds? Were you real or become too frail? Tears mixed with fear and i cant see you any near. The lonely gothic tree stands in the cold. There hanged a man who is sick of sorrows..

Phony Phony

Monday

It was a long day at work. Thought I will be able to enjoy a nice lunch at west coast mac in end I lost myself in work and had to eat with my colleagues at the canteen instead.

Reached home, and had a pleasant surprise from sis. She went to Taka and got me a Nokia7390. The sense of guilt embraced me cos I do not wanna her to spend that kind of money. Not that I do not appreciate, but usually when I pains for your wallet, I show in a glum face instead. Understand? I care so I express it another way.

Then Claude offer me his black berry. What have I done to deserve these good I do not deserve.
Hmm........what was the surprise? what was the bad news from YC?

Went downstairs to pass him the stupid lap top which was giving us so much prob but I just cannot do without it. Though its a very old model, a Fujitsu Lifebook, but I am so use to it already. The fan is spoil, the battery is goner, the adapter blasted again even after replacing with a new one. Oke, just leave it to him, the problems. LOL!

Then while thinking about what was the bad news all about, he explained a whole lot of story but I still do not relate what disaster it is. Then he reach out from behind my seat and handed me a box. A Nokia N76. Again, that guilt embraced me. So the surprise was he got me a phone with all the functions I want, and the disaster was only becos I prefer black than red and he actually got me a red one.

Then we meet up Ginnise for dinner at MOS and went back home already...

So both phone are the models I like. Guess which one I use in the end? LOL! Aint going to tell! I still mourn for the old phone. So much memories, so much pictures I long to see. How used to it I was.

Next time I will drop my wallet, my clothes, my shoes, my spec, my watches all in the basin. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Finally has the courage to continue reading the rest of the chapters of Tues with Morrie. The 14th Tues when we say goodbye. I started a few para and stopped again. I cant go further. GUess this is the only book which is so small, so direct, so simple yet need so much courage to finish reading it.

So much stress at work, aint going to complain much about it again. One fine day I shall just scream at them then pack up and leave!

I am so excited about the event this Sunday. Hopefully will be able to collect the tee soon..

The night was slipping away..

Watched the Magic Flute with YC yesterday. I was enchanted by one of the lead actress who acted as the Queen, her high tones, how well she has controled her voice. It was breath taking.

After the show, it was rather late. Went Sushi Tei for dinner but the service SUCKS. The sushi on the belt seems like "left overs", the plastic round covers covering over the plates of sushi was oily and sticky.

YC and I was selecting what we can find and there they were, clearing up this, and that, wiping the table, splashed some water on my hands went one of the waitress was placing new plates on the table to prepare for the next day. I felt so unwelcome and upset but am not letting it spolit my day. So after a quick bite, we left and shopped around for a while and head off to see my fav "show".

They stood on the side of the streets, all in revealing clothings, big boobs, thick make ups, and nice handbags. The patrons were mostly shabbily dressed, old and ugly hairstyle. Then I spotted an "english" looking "starbucks" and decided to alight from the car for had a cup of drink there, with abit of fear, wondering if onlookers will see me as one of the ladies on the streets.

No one can understand the thrill and happiness I feel. I am the oddy who likes to see the pretty girls and lusty old man in geylang. I usually laugh and just cant understand why they could withstand the long hours standing, along the hot and humid street. What if it rains? Wouldnt their makeup be smudged? What if the police raid? Wouldn't they run and then fall, and tear their mini nylon skirts and scratch their pretty faces? What if it's a lady who ask them for prices? Will they oblige? Hahahahaha! I dun know why I always got weird thoughts in my mind and will laugh hysterically in the car.

Afterwhich, we went to east coast, and saw a mini accident along the narrow route. A taxi has collided with a motorbike and the pillion rider was lying on the road motionlessly. When we finally managed to pass by them, one of injured's friend stopped us and asked for tissue paper. Hehehehe....and I felt so happy that I was able to help, and handed him my half packet left. The injured young malay girl seems okie, manage to wriggle a little and was hugging her knee cap. And off we go, to our journey...

It was already 1am. Though I was yawning, but I do want to waste my night away. It was my fav way of spending a Sat. I love seeing the scenery, he loves driving. I finally found a kaki to drive me around to waste time.

By the time I reached home, it was already 2am.. Not able to sleep so make a cup of coffee while waiting for him to reach home 1st.

Next day will be a brand new day, painting and playing badminton in evening, Monday will be another round of battling week for my next week ends to arrive. How I long and cherish for my weekends now. Will be collecting the tee shirt for the run next week. 16th Sep will be the event.

I wonder what and how to celebrate. The irony I feel when every year we are celebrating us aging and approaching death. Ideally will be a peaceful night some wine or liqour, heart to heart talk, peace and serenity, comfy in the blankets. Maybe mushrooms to show me some magic. LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, tempura shiitake mushrooms lah!

The day he was pronounced dead

It splashes like the river flowing in a valley. The water was cool and calm. Such nice flora smell...then with a swift slipped, he fell into it, allowing the river to swallow whole of his body.

He gave off a light signal. I trembled in fear and manage to stretch out my bare hand and grabbed him. He felt so much heavier with all water all in him. I tried to pump out the water to revive him. I saw the sign of life drawing out from his body as the seconds passed by.

The hand dryer was the fastest way to dry him. But after I fix him up, and pressed on the button, it shows the nokia "hand in hand" start up screen then become a totally plain blank screen. Drastically, I went back to my desk and alarmed my friend to get me some help. He manage to get me some screw drivers which are of no use at all, I can't dismantle it to fully dry his internal organs. This is the first time I ever kick a big fuss in my office.

As the min goes by, I thought of the smses/mmses, pictures and impt info that meant so much to me, and I may never be able to retrieve them back anymore. The thought of those slipping away, it hurts and pains me so much. No matter how stress was work I never allow myself to cry. But this time, I broke down in the toilet, sobbing and blaming myself.

After lunch, I went to dry the phone again, this time, the screen shows "insert SIM card", then blank.

Before home, I check again, it cant even show a single thing.

Finally, he was pronounced dead. My Nokia phone which has drowned in the basin...

Tues with Morrie

Tues with Morrie. I bought the book after seeing this book everyday when I am browsing in Borders and Kino and my curiosity arises even more when I was reading "Who will cry when you die", where the author recommended "Tues with Morrie".

It was a tiny book, so much smaller than the previous books I have read before. It's cover was nothing fanciful, no captivating graphics, no embossing, no lamenting. Text were about a size 9, printed on yellowish paper. The moment I started reading the first page, I cant stop. The relation of the author and his "coach" seems like a father and son.

Everyday before I start continuing reading the book, my heart felt heavier. Each chapter draws me nearer to Morrie's approaching death. Many times, I have to pause reading and shut the book, fighting back my tears and calming myself down. The dying man's words has shown me the side of life I thought no one in this world will ever agree with me. But now that I have become, behaving just like his student (the author), I felt ashame of how much in life I have missed and regretted.

Tues with Morrie is the final thesis Mitch and Morrie did together. It will be the book I strongly recommend anyone, at least everyone, should have in their bookshelf.

A breezy jog

It was a breezy day yesterday. Went for a jog with YC at west coast in the evening. Along the coast, we can see the little twinkling lights shining brightly in assorted colors from afar. I remember the coast used to be separated by a whole stretch of wire netting.

When I was young, my parents used to bring us there every weekends, bought some durians from the nearby pasir panjang whole sale market, and we will be sitting along the coast, on the slabs of rocks, enjoying the durians and sea breeze which occasionally bring the salty sea smell to our nose. I used to see the little young crabs crawling, watching the ships passing by, and carefully walked my every steps on the rocks in case I slip into the sea.

I felt that familiar feeling again yesterday when I jog nearer and nearer to the coast, except that I am already a growing up, no more durians by the coast, no more looking out for crabs, or snuggling next to my mama or papa. The only constant in life is change. But whatever has changed, memories stay.

The jog was a very enjoying one cos it was really cooling and the chats throughout has let me let out some thoughts that has been bothering me. Glad to have someone to hear me out. Will be going to east coast to jog soon, probably this coming wed or fri. But for the time being, I will be heading off in the next few minutes to meet Ginnise to jog around our neighbourhood. Yes, I am going to jog again today....

A long tiring day...

Saturday

Went to watch The Willow Tree with YC. The disbelief of how old he turn out to be when he saw his own reflection thru the glass. The irony of the blinded man who stayed in the hospital to regain his sight and his friend, who lost his sight during the stay in the same hospital. The irony of how life wonderful was when he was blind and when he regain his eye sight, when the reality sets in, when a paradise is just a few withering trees, no flowers and a little pond in his yard, the irony of how he thought his beautiful wife is when he was blind and but when he regain his sight, it turn out that his actual wife is just a simple plain looking old woman. The frastration he felt how his life has gone to waste for so long, 38 years and actually what the world he has felt while he was blinded was actually so minor compared to the reality world, the life he was constantly leading, was not a life after all....

The despair he felt and hope God will have given him a chance to live a life if his sight could be restored, and how it was taken back again. How much he regretted, how much he felt fear, how much of that regrets of how he has not cherish the chance when he asked for a new life and when god has given it to him, he did not really cherish it after all. How he could have just be thankful for the second chance instead of just hammering on the fact of how much youth he has lost during his prime years. The mix feeling you will feel in the end of the show, whether to blame the blind man that he deserves what he deserved or how you pitty him if you put yourself in his shoes. The dillemma was what I felt throughout that day. And thats how true, that is the basis of life. How much we wanted and how much more we want even more.

After the show, we walked back to the car and realised someone left a nasty note on the wind screen. I find it afterall, kiddish and childish. Anyway that did not spolit our day. Afterwhich I suggested to go geylang to view the beauties and YV was glad to be able to bring me around and see. They were indeed very pretty, the men were indeed looking lusty. The onlookers were indeed many, and there I was, sitting in the car, with the doors locked by YC, smiling and laughing at the whole scene.......

Thats how I ended my saturday.


Sunday

10:30am

Was suppose to meet up Yu Chao and Ginnise but I was late. Did a last min painting at 9am. Thanks for them, Ginnise came up to help me with the bags and Yu Chao helped to load in his boot.

Ard 11:20am





We reached Holland V Flea Market. Manage to set up the stuff under the hot sun. I know I am a fussy girl, getting YC to buy me drink, buy ice cream, do this do that. But thanks to his nature, he is really a very nice person and very helpful, without any protest. A malay auntie came to my stall and bought 17 pieces of my clothings. 2 dollar each she has bargained for. Those were branded ones you know?! But for the fun of it, I try to get her pay for a higher price but alas! Lose out to her bargaining skill. But I am glad she has helped to clear most of my clothings.

Ard 1pm somthing
Then the rain came, we have to pack the stuff back in luggages and decided to leave them under the table and went for a break. But by then, I have already lost all my appetite, no appetite for breakfast nor lunch. Had mango ice instead while waiting for the rain to stop and when we finished our food, it has finally stopped raining.

Ard 3pm
Then, back to our store, we decided to shift the location to somewhere sheltered though not a very ideal location where the crowd will patronise. I assigned Mr YC to take care of my paintings and he has patiently and carefully and protected them well. Then came an "Art appreciator" who shown interest in one of my smallest art piece. I asked for a 30 bucks and without hesitatation, he immediately went to withdraw money. We were all gossiping whether he has just excused himself when we told him of the price but to our disbelief, he really came back and paid for it. That was my greatest reward today though the old clothings drew a better sale. Went to buy some curry puff and bandung for YC to eat. I felt so guilty to have drag his time and just to be our chauffer and "helper" thruout the whole event, without a slight of grumble.

4pm
My energy level dropped. Read a book, flipped thru the pages, read newspaper, and decided I need a cooling place. So off I went, to the cold storage and holland V shopping mall to walk around, leaving the store to YC to mend. LOL! And when I returned, I rewarded him with a sumptous saugage ok, I am not an evil "employer" though sometimes I can be quite a big bully.

5 - 9pm

Time to pack up for the day. We went to Dempsey DOME for our dinner, my 1st decent meal of the day which I dont even remember I never took any decent one since morning. Had masala chicken, mushroom soup, mango salad, and tiramisu. Had a wonderful nice talk among the three of us, then YC sent us home. Had to trouble him to bring up the luaggage to my house and my parents actually invited him in for a drink! Yes, he sure deserves a drink after his great help to their "helpless daughter".

I really have to thank YC for his great help throughout, playing the role of a porter - carrying all the heavy stuff, deliveryman - buying drinks, sales assistance - taking care of my paintings, financial auditor - helping me with the recording of sales and income.

Yes, will be playing badminton with you guys again and this time, let you trash me la! In order to repay you for all your effort and help. A big thank you to you and Ginnise!

Another day ended.

Damn long day at work again......everything is urgent, every min is work, coordinating, phone callings, emailing. The only time I get to getaway from the work is during the lunch break. Was even thinking if I can skip lunch, but then again, the stomach is controlling me. Nevertheless, took a short stroll to the nearby kopitiam for lunch. Complain about work again, laugh and gossip. After that wonderful, much appreciated break, went back to my desk and start working all over again. Constantly running marathon against time. The heart beats thrice every one second. I feel my head swirling. And finishing point came at 5:45pm.




Walked to clementi interchange and manage to catch that 99 bus back home. After which was to gobble up my sizzling hot dinner, my best reward for the day after a hard day at work. Afterwhich is a quick bath, rush off to IMM to meet ginnise and then finally can settle down and eat at mac. Then walked to take 99 bus back home again.

Then, a tired blur looking ah neh boarded the bus, walking right towards us. We were seated on the top deck right at the back. The ah neh seemed drunk and was walking with unstable steps. The worst thing was, he seated right infront of us. A strong stench of liquor smell emitted from his perspiring body. His face looked oily, his eyes were tired with no contact to anything in front of him. He slumped on his seat and laid his head to the window. Commuters were staring at him. I was more worry of him losing control. Then what happen next was he rested his arms and lean his head on the handle of the seats in front of him. The lady commuter sitting in the front felt something touching her back. Immediately, she shifted her seat and continue reading her comic. I was constantly eyeing on him, getting prepare for the worst to come. Ginnise was so cool throughout! Reading the mag.. and I was the jumpy one, getting ready to lift up my feet off the ground in case the jerking and bumping from the ride excavates his burning desire to throw up. And finally, my fear ended when he stood up and swayed his way to the front and alighted from the bus. I guess those sitting around him must have sighed in relief just like I did. :) Another day ended.