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!