I finally am sitting down to blog. Possibly an overdose of it.I have been out most of these days for the past 2 weeks, and I don’t remember reaching home any earlier than 11pm.

And somehow, despite the intensity of thoughts inside my mind, I never quite find the time to jot them down here.

And within days, they dissipated and would perhaps never make it here.

I know I have much to update, yet at the same time, I seem reluctant to do so.

Actually sometimes, it’s really boring at work with nothing much to do. The sucky thing is that I do not have internet access nor a laptop, or else I could have jotted down my thoughts all day, just to keep myself occupied.

After work, I would be too reluctant to cramp with the peak-hour crowd, and would usually hang out with the girlies, or just find programs to do just to avoid heading back to the cold and quiet home.

When I get back home, it would be too tiring to stay awake, and I make do with 5 hours of sleep every night before the vicious cycle starts all over again.

I tend to overdose on things I do. So perhaps I would end up locking myself up at home everyday soon, watching CSI.

Sometimes the emptiness sets in when I am in the midst of crowd, wondering how is Minibean coping without me(I think she is doing exceptionally well), and I would stare at her pictures to perk myself up.

Work has been okay, demoralising, but as always, I am still trying to see it in a positive light and hope things work out.

Am I being overly idealistic at times?

People at work… let’s just say that one of my colleagues had been getting on my nerves once to often with relation to work. Last week was a breeze when she wasn’t around, but whenever she is, her relentless interrogation and competitiveness(oh, and the sneakiness) just puts me and my other 3 colleagues off.

Besides that, my days are always brightened up by the other 2. Just a little sad that not only us, but most of the others involved in the project had been calling us up to tell us how demoralising they are too.

As much as I try to be encouraging and positive when they spoke about their doubts in coming days, I find myself slowly ain’t that sure anymore.

I have met many people from my past this week. And it’s strangely nice cos I actually feel the change within me.

Oh. Someone else at work pissed me off no end, and that’s another story altogether. Perhaps some of you had thought the post drafted on Tuesday night referred to people at home, but no. It was because a friend who I thought is really nice(Mr Scorpio, no no, not that one I met on Tuesday night with the girlies) had been relentlessly putting me down and being really critical.

And I don’t like feeling like an absolute failure with his stinging words. What can I say? A scorpio’s sting, stings.

I shall not mention how on Thursday noon, he had met Minibean when I was hanging out with Roy and VampTreSS near my workplace, and I couldn’t remember what was said before he made a comment before I went, ‘Ya, ya, ya, go ahead and rub it in again.’ with my eyes rolled.

I can’t remember the exact exchange, but I remember it involved something that he said about me abandoning Minibean to leave her with my mum, which, to me, was a really low blow.

Don’t ever comment anything about me shortchanging my baby. It fucking hurts like hell.

I gave a curt smile, before he further added on, ‘Yeah what, I don’t care about your feelings one anyway, I am more concerned about baby’s feelings.’

Oh thanks. Like I already don’t know.

Unhealthy.

He pissed me off further on Friday night with another harsh, presumptious statement from him. I think he really has something against me. It prompted me to blast an SMS to him telling that it was demoralising and annoying to keep having that from him, despite me finding him to be a really nice friend.

And perhaps his self-righteousness is in the way, and his condescending tones just make me feel worse about myself even though he might have meant well. Like I already don’t feel bad enough. Damn.

Screw whatever things he had said if he doesn’t care he wouldn’t be telling me those things. Bullocks. I don’t need to have my self-worth depreciating any further.

Don’t ask me why I am over-reacting to all those things. I admit I am quite a bitch to him sometimes anyway. I told the girlies and Roy the things I did and say, and they were amazed I would ever react to anybody with such impatience. No good. My inner devil should stay tamed.

Eh, I was still telling myself I wasn’t going to write about this.

***

Oh, I have been like scrutinising all my new colleagues’ looks, and I ended up realising, all the guys I have ever been with… have puppy-eyes!

I was talking to one of the colleagues yesterday and I realised he has puppy-liked eyes. Beady and soulful. And I was intrigued. But then, I think it would be weird if I were to tell him that, cos he would end up mistakening me trying to pick him up, no?

And I have someone at work whom I thought is freaking gorgeous. I tend to gawk at her and coo over her endlessly to males and females alike. Vamp supposedly took a nice picture of her, but then she had accidentally deleted it. I damn sad can?

I am glad I am not a guy, or else I must have really sounded like a freak.

I think the manager is cute, but I get raised brows when I said that.

I thought this female colleague is hot too.

Damn, this people-watching business has got to stop.

But.. but.. but.. it’s my job to check people out, no?

***

Changes.

On the 22nd Jan, I went nappy shopping.

I browsed the shelves, and realised how Minibean has indeed grown.

And thus, I have to switch from the above to:

It’s amazing how she’s growing.

And now, she is onto her 2nd pack of S-sized diapers. The irony is, I had a brief meet up with SBB, and he had to uncomfortably tag along as I grabbed a pack off the shelves.

***

Did I mention how much of a camwhore she is? She really flirts with the camera(and the guys too) despite being this young.

She would look intently into the camera, and have all sorts of expressions/looks for the camera. It’s almost amazing.

The cool thing about her is, she likes to lie on the bed rather than to be carried. She doesn’t like pacifier. She burps herself.

She is one cool chick.

Mum just called and was telling me how she pouted and readied her tears when my mum checked on her with a white, facial mask on.

Muahahaha. I think my mum scare her.

***

20th Jan – Eveline’s wedding.

I haven’t posted the pictures up yet, eh?

And I realised I haven’t even posted the Christmas pictures! Damn.

Oh and her first month’s too.

Double damn.

Anyway, Eveline’s wedding was a sweet event, like I had previously posted.

So, here are the belated pictures.

Minibean heading out of the house in early morning to get her PR done.

I was half-hoping that the pillow with the popular Chinese prose would give her an early start if she were to sleep on it.

I think she’s gonna be good in Chinese next time. Yay.

She better be. Or else she might have some problems writing her Chinese name, hehehe.

In the afternoon, we got to Eveline’s lunch banquet, and Minibean started to work her stuff for the camera!

A slight smile for Mummy.

I have no idea why she is so easily captivated by male voices. She would start looking at them, mesmerised, and flash that captivating smile of hers whenever the guys started talking to her.

And no, she doesn’t do that to the ladies, and even the guys were amazed when they saw her reactions.

With Queenie Jie jie, Tommi and Janet’s little precious.

The little one pooed onto her shirt, and I had to change her into the top I bought for her.

Hopefully this would stop all the speculation of her gender. I have too much ‘oh, he is so handsome’ once to often.

I had wanted to take some pictures with her so I could print them out to put in my purse.

And she couldn’t stop with the tongue-sticking habit.

I absolutely adore this picture. Nope, not because of the mahjong table, but because she looks so much of a Mummy’s girl, so ‘manja’!

One thing about Minibean is, she has the tendency to suckle me all over my body whenever I hold her close.

She would start dive in everywhere.

And it is almost impossible to take a picture with her lying still on my shoulder, before she would do this.

I think I make her hungry.

I really think so.

***

21st Jan. Oh.

I went out with a colleague for lunch after church, before we roamed the entire Orchard.

He was late(‘I meet you in half an hour’ is in actual fact: Go home from Clementi, changed, before taking bus and train from where he stays, which is in the west).

I took sometime to sit down to talk to Emmelind, whom I bumped into at Plaza Singapura whilse waiting for him to reach town.

I was trying to help her get some fake-tan lotion, and we both tried it, disappointed that it didn’t garner any results.

Eventually, I took a train down to Orchard, and I saw the backview of my colleague emerging out of the same train.

I smart. I suspected he was going to pull a ‘VampTreSS’ on me(‘I should be there in 10′, which in fact was half an hour), and I went over later than was told.

We, or rather, he shopped around while I just browsed randomly. We bantered over diamonds(‘Don’t you think diamonds are nice?’ No. Why ah? why guys like diamonds ah?) in front of the shop windows of Cartier, Bvlgari and Tiffany, spoke about work, talked about Minibean when we lunched in Takashimaya(he asked for the ‘manja’ picture of Minibean I kept in my wallet), browsed books at Kinokuniya(‘Read more investment books to upgrade yourself!’ *roll eyes*), before we sat down at Isetan Scotts’ McCafe as I waited for VampTreSS so we could help her get some stuff needed for her shoot.

He was having dinner with some of his JC mates(very, very nice nerds people) over at Wheelock, and invited us over. I pulled VampTreSS along.

His poor mate had to buy all of us dinner because he had a pay raise. But the Japanese eatery has some great beef. Yummy.

He walked over to Wisma for a haircut and Vamp and I browsed for trackpants for her shoot. He thought we would take quite some time, and he made a move first.

We left perhaps just 45 seconds behind him, and didn’t really stay long, but didn’t see the need of catching up with him.

Just as I crossed the road to Wisma, I saw a familiar face walking in opposite direction to mine.

Gasp! A female colleague.

It would have been damn odd if I had bumped into her, walking beside him.

I mean, an innocent day out would have been misinterpreted, no?

Vamp and I then ended the night at Far East, where I saw a sobbing girl sitting by herself. I had a great urge to go over to give her a pat on the head to tell her everything’s gonna be alright, but I thought I might just freak her out.

I took one last glance at her, before I boarded the cab.

When I reached home, I realised I had brought along Vamp’s track pants which she needed the next day home with me. Booboo!

And the next morning when I woke up, I found the fake tan that didn’t work had marked an out-of-place rectangular patch on my arm, where I applied it.

***

Some other belated pictures taken on 22nd Jan evening, after I got back from work.

Such a cutie. *Beams*

‘Mummy, is my right profile nicer?’

A big grin for the camera.

Wheeeeee, double chin!

After she was changed for bed. Chilly night.

Still playing with her tongue.
Thick lips! She was trying to talk.

***

I pretty much had that week covered in this post.

***

Fast forward a week. 29th.

Was working on Monday. But nanny brought Minibean to Dhoby Ghaut to wait for me to finish work.

I had a bit of problem when I rushed to ICA to collect her PR, and I wrote a letter of authorisation for my dad to take it on my behalf to rush back to office.

Dad had fetched me from work, and my colleague messaged me a puzzling ‘Wa.’ when I got on the car.

I rushed back to office to finish some stuff, and then Brian called.

I was having a late lunch with Brian who was in the area, when my nanny turned up. I carried baby for a while and bumped into a couple of colleagues. I think Brian was slightly traumatised when I asked if he wanted to carry the baby for a while. It would be interesting to see the look on his face though.

Nanny brought her to walk the mall, whilst I returned to office to finish some stuff before heading out to join them.

Coincidentally, whilst waiting for my dad to fetch us from The Atrium, my manager and some of my agency guys were on their way to visit Jasmine who just gave birth and they stopped to say hi.

As usual, when baby heard male’s voices, she woke up and just stared on inquisitely.

I carried her and she just kept staring at me as we went home in the peak hour traffic.

We packed a little more, I showered, and all of us made our way back into JB.

We dropped off my nanny at a petrol kiosk and I felt a sense of loss.

It was 10 plus when we finally reached my mum’s, and it was great having home-cooked food once again.

But her over-eagerness made me feel even more dejected.

“Why are you not fat one ah?”

Duh….

It was 6 when I woke up the next day, battled the traffic to reach back to Singapore.

Tuesday. 30th Jan. Rushed some work, and returned back to office with paperwork.

Met up with Roy and Tracy for dinner at Crystal Jade(Yum!), and Brian joined us. We hanged around T.C.C.(which is my 2nd home these days) at the Atrium before we called it a night.

***

31st Jan.

Whee!

I had so much to look forward to.

I met up with VampTreSS in the late afternoon after the bank closed to do a shoot for her during my lunch time.

Alas, I had to change into sporty gear, carry an iPod, and dance to the music as she snapped away. Midriff and short skirt. Muahaha.

She found a white wall, behind the bank’s building and settled us there.

Damn. It was the smoking area for the bank staff. So I cringed when I opened my eyes from the headswaying and fingers-snapping and saw 2 of them gawking at me and giggling.

Just stab me! *cowers in shame*

I didn’t change since I was meeting the girlies later on for soccer match, and went back to office looking as out of place as a mice in a crowd of kitties.

Left office when it was time to and joined VampTreSS for a drink, listened to her, before she accompanied me to get to Kallang to meet the rest of the girlies by train.

I saw Mike, a very different Mike, at the Atrium. He said he was rushing to the stadium. Gee, I think the whole world was at the stadium.

And it was fffuuuuuuunnn to have a girls’ night out at the stadium.

Potato, FF and I walked from the MRT station to the stadium, and I bumped into Edward while crossing the overhead bridge.

I had missed his housewarming last year, cos I was pregnant and I didn’t want to do much explanations.

It was darn packed at the stadium. We managed to find JD in the midst.

And we were sitting right below the scoreboard, and we went crazy when Singapore scored.

We did many many Kallang waves(I tried to pull JD up together with me), and I was enjoying myself as I giggled to the people around me all trying to play commentators.

They cursed, they booed, they ooohhed, they ahhed, they scolded the referree, they were just a fanciful display of passion.

It was fun.

Potato acting chio.

We drew flags on our faces, and the pariah crayons didn’t work hard enough.

We looked like we were Indonesia’s supporters.

I had other pictures taken with the girlies, but I just remembered I haven’t downloaded any photoshopping software to edit Miss Effy out of the picture.

I gave up drawing, and took out my mirror to draw this on my face:

Halfway through the match, Dad called, and as a wave of Kallang supporters was heading my way, I spoke to Minibean and the tears just flowed.

Memorable. Doing a wave with tears. Hahaha.

It was blardy cold night.

Me at the Singapore stadium, before its demolition, laced with the glory of a local victory at the last match it witnessed.

We adjourned to Kallang Oasis for supper.

I miss that place.

My parents used to bring me there for supper when I was really young and I know how much I looked forward to those days when I was younger.

I think the last time I went, it was the primary school days.

The glasses are still held up by metal braces…. and some things, never change with time.

And I kinda like it that way.

***

I turned up for work on Thursday to do case submission.

First day of February.

I was meticulous with the details but yet because of the new system in place, there was a booboo, which upset me greatly. It bounced 2 cases back, because a senseless piece of paper wasn’t attached.

I think I had expected more out of myself. I didn’t think there should be room for mistakes.

Though it happened because the instructions given by the alternative distribution side weren’t clear enough, but.. argh.

And then, the week’s frustration and dejection and Minibean’s absence just got to me. I was talking to my fatherly colleague half way, and I just felt.. lost.

I teared in the office, hiding my face from the rest of the world. He went to Mr Scorpio to get tissue for me. Wronggggg move.

He came over and dapped my tears with his sleeve, before he started nagging.

Damn. Now Mr Scorpio ASSUMED I am weak. Now Mr Scorpio ASSUMED I am giving up. And now, Mr Scorpio has many many many assumptions and presumptions.

***

Was supposed to have dinner with Janise, but was lazy to walk around, and stayed in the office to wait for her call despite there wasn’t anything much to do at work.

I was chatting to the Zhang Ziyi lookalike, whom I think looks really good.

Mr Scorpio’s friend was supposed to meet him for dinner, and Mr Scorpio was taking his own sweet time.

My darling Jan had given the rough gauge of 7 plus.

Then I waited.

When it was like 8 plus, I was joking with Mr Scorpio that I should be dinnering with his friend and he could perhaps have dinner with Jan, cos he was making his friend waiting for him since 7.30pm.

It was almost 9 when Jan finally called, and I left office to meet up with her, and it was then when Mr Scorpio also leaving to meet his friend.

Eventually all 4 of us had dinner together.

Muahahaha, and Miss Jan traumatised the usually out-spoken Mr Scorpio so much that he was bearly uttering a word for the night. His very tamed and nice friend could only look on and smirk how it was such a humbling experience for Mr Scorpio.

Dinner was enjoyable, but not so for them cos they gave me the decision making power to order eggplant. You should see the expressions on their faces when I suggested that.

Eventually, I told them they don’t have to go ahead with the order, yet they did, with great reluctance I might add.

But it’s not that bad right??

I wasn’t an eggplant-eater until I ate the eggplant at Crystal Jade when I was 19 with my teaching colleague.

We sat there till pretty late, laughing and chatting before we ended the night at almost 11?

I would have wanted to join Jan to hang out a little while more, but I was thoroughly exhausted.

Took a train back to the west with the friend, as we bitched chatted.

***

It was yet another day of waiting at work.

I went home right after work on Friday. Spoke about some work stuff with Roy and Brian. Wanted to take a rest, but didn’t have the chance to.

I wanted to nap but didn’t and ended up leaving the house in the evening to join the guys to blade.

And the rest of the story… is already in that blading post.

***

Saturday was supposed to be shop-for-work day.

Nothing productive from there.

Spent having dinner with colleague and his JC mates, cos I was wondering my colleague was in town to have dinner with and he asked me to join them.

Was supposed to head in to JB that night, but Mum didn’t want me to go back at night by myself, and told me to stay put in Singapore.

Bumped into my ex whose friend recognised me.

Bumped into Eileen and her boyfriend.

4 of us had dinner at Raffles City this pizza place before we all walked down to Cathay to see if there’s any show to watch.

Eventually we settled for Last King of Scotland, midnight show.

We waited at Ben’s and Jerry’s till midnight, chatting.

The show was pretty average though.

Hmm… *twiddle fingers*, I think I want to catch Illusionist.

Shared a cab to send colleague home first, before his friend dropped me off at mine, and he continued his way home.

Spoke lots of the labour process on the cab when his friend asked me.

***

Finally tried to get some sleep on last Sunday to prepare for Monday.

I think I drifted off into a nap when I was reading up some work. I was that tired.

***

I dreaded Monday for various reasons.

Sometimes, you just don’t want to speak much cos you just don’t feel up to it, but there will be occasions you HAVE to speak.

I was supposed to have an appointment in the morning, then lunch with Guozheng, then another appointment in the late noon.

The end results were the morning appointment was delayed, and Guozheng, ended early. Since I didn’t know what time the appointment was going to be, I didn’t have lunch with Guozheng, and he came by the branch for a short chat.

Horror of all horrors, he started talking to my colleague.

They were primary school mates.

And he joked to me that I should ask my colleague to rip his shirt off for me when I am bored, cos he has a nice bod.

Eeeeewwwww. The mental images! Noooooo!

I shall admit that very day, I had Ally McBeal-style vivid imagination when I walked past the said colleague.

Pui.

I was called to another appointment right after the delayed appointment. And it was a weird encounter cos the customer was quite an oddball.

Right after I finished with him, I met up with a neighbour of mine, who once picked me up in the train some one year plus ago.

I returned back to do some paperwork in the office.

Mr Scorpio was pretty unforgiving when he harshly chided me when I made a mistake on the form I was writing.

Nonetheless, he helped(albeit impatiently), and the issue was resolved.

I started with the other paperworks, and spoke to another about the odd customer that morning.

I didn’t realise it was 10 when I finally left office to join VampTreSS, Brian and Roy for some business talk at the Esplanade.

It was a long talk to make some commitments amongst ourselves, and setting a direction of where we heading next, and the projects at hands.

Dad picked me up at around 1am, and sent me home.

***

I attended to a not-so-understanding client on Tuesday morning. Thank God for Dad who offered to drive me to Yishun, then to Dhoby Ghaut cos the place I was supposed to go was very inaccessible.

I went back to the bank and the dubious client didn’t turn up like he said he would.

We called his numbers, but they were all…. invalid.

It was in the noon when he called to tell me he would turn up next day noon.

How odd.

I left branch to accompany one of the RMs to his new branch at Capital Square. I dropped by the branch to have a brief chat with Jeres, and we headed back to Valley Point for meeting together.

Not much people turned up for the meeting, and after it ended, I met up with Roy, before he sent me to Suntec.

I went to Suntec to run some errands, before I was supposed to meet… cough, Ben.

Ben ended up joining us girls, though we had wanted to go Paulaner to be away from Balaclava.

I should bring all guys out to meet my girl pals.

It is cool that they not only could help me keep him entertained, they could also help ask the questions I have always wanted to ask.

Say.. how many girls have you slept with?

Oh yes, I couldn’t stop giggling when he replied, ‘I don’t know. More than 20? Between 20 to 100′?

Alas, he couldn’t answer the question when they asked about something something girth something something length.

I cringed and was darn embarrassed when they started asking but… somehow I was thinking of bringing more guys out for them to interrogate the next time round.

Ho Ho Ho.

Hanging out with the girlies more at Balaclava, and I didn’t really want the night to end though I was like have my thoughts faraway.

The girls had work the next day. I was so bored that I even asked SBB if he wants to come out for a drink, which like, never happened.

I think, I just have the great reluctance to head home.

Then sheesh, Mr Scorpio just had to put me down to make me feel even more demoralised.

Simply because I casually mentioned how I dread going to work and don’t feel like going because we are not doing anything there.

Hello?! I bet majority of us feel that dread at some point or another. But doesn’t mean we would act on it, right?

Argh. I mean, duh, it is just a rant and after that moment of frustration, we will just embrace the new day as it comes, no?

***

Was lunching with the RM on Wednesday when I bumped into Vivienne from my church.

It was another quiet day on Wednesday.

I had coffee with Roy and Brian about work yet again.

I wanted to shop for work wear, but nothing caught my fancy.

Dad picked me up from work and drove me home to change/shower.

He packed some dinner, and I made an impromptu trip back to Malaysia since I wasn’t needed in the office on Thursday.

I miss my precious. I needed to see her to level out my sanity level. I wanted to cuddle her so much.

I went straight to the room to see her once I was there.

The moment I stepped in, she just kept looking at me, without diverting her attention even when Dad and Mum tried to call her and shift her focus.

She just kept looking on, as if she recognised it was me.

I held her up to cuddle her, and Mum started nagging how I shouldn’t cos it would spoil her and how she doesn’t like to be carried(uhm.. if she doesn’t like to be carried, then it wouldn’t be spoiling her right?). Then, she started saying how I should be doing this or that.

Uhm, then I reminded her that baby had been with me for a month and half before baby was with her for that week.

But I was feeling all sorts of complicated feelings when I was playing with Minibean, and Mum started telling her to recognise me as ‘Jie jie’(sister), and joked that ‘I am you Mummy’.

I felt.. sour.

She is MY daughter, and I don’t have to be reminded that I am not doing my mothering duty with your territorial advances.

I feel terrible that I couldn’t be around her, really. And I want to be the one caring for her, to see her everyday.

And I don’t appreciate it, however harmless it may be, like how Mr Scorpio always questioned me as a mother, even though he didn’t really mean it, or like how my Mum joked about baby should call her mother.

I was carrying Minibean when Mum kept saying, ‘Let me carry..’

To a point that she didn’t stop nagging and talking that I said, ‘Hello? She my daughter, I her mother can? And I don’t get to see her often.’ before she backed off a little.

I insisted on bringing Minibean back to Singapore for a day, and followed my Dad to come out on Thursday early morning.

They didn’t quite want to do so, cos they were saying how she is coping fine over there, and I shouldn’t bring her around too often.

I insisted on spending some private time with her, and they relented.

That night, I was really tired from the week’s event.

I missed the little one so much, and look how much she has grown.

She has grown to be so comfortable with the camera.

The little vain pot looks different in all pictures, and I like this one cos she looks so sweet and feminine in here:
She has got rosy cheeks beneath the tanned skin.

She is even tanner than I am when I am out in the sun so much more often.

My little precious cheered me up so much. She’s so cute here.

Minibean flaunting her come-hither looks. You could faintly see her double lids.

And she started smiling happily when I chatted with her.

Aww.. and she fell asleep in my arms.

I want to be her hero, her protector, someone she could be proud of.

One day, I will be.

That night, I slept very well. Very, very well.

***

I carried her in my arms the next day, in the jam.

She was asleep all the way when I kidnapped her from my parents that morning.

It was 6 plus when we left JB, and it was almost 8 when we returned.

I had a shower, did my stuff, and fed her a round of milk before she went back to sleep.

I joined her for a nap, and amazingly, she didn’t wake up 3 hours later like she would.

I slept soundly beside her till it was 12pm. I woke up to prepare to bring her out, and she finally did by 12.30pm.

I bathed her, played with her, before I let her have her milk.

We took a cab to Dhoby Ghaut(damn! Even off day also in the same place), where we met up with Auntie Vamp and Uncle Roy for lunch.

I really adore this picture I took of her in the cab. So attitude. I like.

Boon Kiat walked past and played with her, and she immediately started smiling non-stop.

My baby is a flirt.

Uncle Roy carried her, and she was happy too! She kept smiling when Auntie Vamp took pictures of her when Uncle Roy carried her.

We hung out at T.C.C. yet again, and she was curiously checking out everything around her.

I remember the last time when baby was in the area, this janitor auntie had wanted to look at her. I told her I would bring baby back one day to see her.

I ended up sneaking in to the bank, looking high and low for the auntie. But I didn’t get to see her at all. *disappointed*

But I did see so many other people. And I still wonder why baby seems to favour uncles more than aunties. Mr Scorpio dropped by to see her for a little while, and even baby was intimidated by him can? She started pouting and threatened to cry when he started talking.

And that was when I joked how she doesn’t like him, and he started saying that perhaps that dislike was for me since I ‘abandoned’ her. Bleah.

And he started telling me how I shouldn’t be babytalking to her, cos she would learn better if I speak to her like an adult.

Oh well.

Baby was wearing what Auntie Janise bought for her.

Cute eh!

That’s what happens when you have a less than capable mum.

She wouldn’t stop staring at the camera.
Looks so Chinese New Year-ish.

She excitedly posed for the camera, and oh yes, she is working her charms.

I love this picture.

And this smile. THIS smile. And THAT. That glint in the eyes.

Mummy loves you Charissa. Mummy really does.

***

I was waiting for Sherry who was doing her facial, so that we could shop for Wenmei’s hen’s night stuff.

We met up for a bite, before going to Spotlight.

FF dropped by to see baby, and she couldn’t stop carrying the little one.

My ex also dropped by to pass me some toys he had gotten for baby and it was a pity Minibean fell asleep for 15 minutes when he arrived. The very 15 minutes he was there. Woops.

Sherry went shopping with me as well, and she was brilliant with playing with baby. I got Minibean a car seat. Perhaps this way, Dad could fetch her to Singapore more often.

Thanks babe for the patience for the time when I had to feed her and change her nappy

When we were finally done, I was waiting for Dad to pick Minibean up.

Mr Scorpio’s friend messaged me to ask me if I wanted to catch Happy Birthday.

Eh, maybe I should just name Mr Scorpio’s friend KP, or MG? Oh another Scorpio, but a much nicer one. Oh well. He shall be Mr Niceguy then.

I told him I might not be able to rush in time, but he was welcomed to join me at Plaza Singapura for dinner.

He came down, and I didn’t tell him Minibean was with me, until when he called to meet up, did I say, ‘By the way, I am not alone.’

We were at the foodcourt, and Minibean fell asleep looking at him, and he mused that only then did he realise how boring he is.

Muahahaha.

Damn funny can, when he was pushing my pram for me when I carried Minibean, he was saying, ‘Er, there are 2 categories of people I really wouldn’t want to meet right now.’

“Anyone related to my parents, and my ex-girlfriend. I might go home to ‘Boy ah, we need to have a good talk with you,’ or get a couple of slaps across the face for the latter.”

Muahaha.

I collected the bulky baby seat, before we went for tea at, oh yes, T.C.C. again.

I was feeding baby and talking to Mum at the same time when I saw a familiar figure walking past.

He turned and nodded, and I waved.

I told Niceguy, ‘Eh! Your friend.’

He turned, much to the surprise of Mr Scorpio.

Apparently, Mr Scorpio is a workaholic and had just finished work at 10 plus, and was walking past to grab some dinner.

I waved Mr Scorpio over to join us, but T.C.C. was already closing.

We adjourned to McDee’s, where they grabbed some bite, and I tried to pack some of Minibean’s stuff.

Mr Niceguy was really nice to push the pram for me.

We sat around briefly to finish the drinks, and I thought of taking pictures of Minibean before she left.

I just casually placed Minibean on Mr Scorpio’s sturdy thigh, and he instinctively held on to her as I dug for my camera in the bag.

And that oh-so-adorable little flirt started giving her charming smile, and couldn’t stop giggling and drooling when he started speaking to her.

She never done that to me when I cuddled her.

That satisfied little smirk of her as she leaned in on the broad shoulder was darn cute.

Damn. What’s with that sheer delirium? And that little shine in her eyes?

Dad called and I had to bring everything to his waiting car.

I was pushing the pram whilst Mr Niceguy held the car seat, and Mr Scorpio carried Minibean in his arms since I needed someone to hold her when I set up the car seat.

As we walked to the car, I turned to see how he carried Minibean reminded me of a picture of my dad carrying me when I was a baby.

And there she was, despite facing the front, she was holding up her head up, trying to give it a little twist so she could look at Mr Scorpio’s face as he said, ‘Now, it is my turn that I hope I don’t bump into my parents’ friends or relatives.’

It was a cold night.

I set up the seat, with my Dad striking up a conversation on how they were nice people cos they seemed to be good with Minibean(hello Dad? They have advantage cos Minibean prefers guys).

I packed some stuff into the paper bag, and held her from the arms of Mr Scorpio, gave her a really tight cuddle and smoochie, before I placed her into the seat.

I bade her goodbye, kissed her forehead, before she returned to JB with my Dad, with me left on my own again, to face the next working day.

I thanked the guys before I took a train home with Mr Niceguy towards the west.

Home was quiet, again.

Spoke to Mum to make sure baby was okay before I slept.

***

Friday was yet another day of waiting.

Had lunch with that neighbour whom I had met up earlier in the week.

Then I met up with some marketing staff for a brand of products to discuss some work stuff for the upcoming event.

Brian, Roy and Vamp came down too, and I could use their laptop for a while to check my work stuff.

I went back to the bank, before I ended the day of work, then I rejoined them for coffee again, to continue discussing the plans we have.

Roy and Vamp left. Mindy joined us.

2 of the RMs then asked me for coffee, and I left Brian and Mindy to do coffee with them first since one of them was leaving Singapore that very night.

Both are really nice people, and easy people to talk to.

I joined Brian and Mindy for dinner, and was totally exhausted by then.

Roy and Vamp joined us.

The guys were crazy, obsessed with my cushy palms, and Roy started commenting how my arms felt the same way.

I was treated like alien.

Then Brian joked that he would give me 2 bucks to feel if my boobs feel the same way like my palm, and Roy said he would pay me 10 not to let him touch.

I didn’t get my 10 bucks yet. Dammit.

***

It is bad that when a chimney like Brian tells me I am like a chimney.

***

I did a brazzie cos I was bored. It feels good. It feels neat.

***

Overdose is when you sing KTV 3 times within 24 hours when you barely had your voice recovered from a bad flu.

You get superbly overdose on emo-ness too.

***

Roy, Vamp and I headed to Paradiz and sang KTV at around 11.30pm.

I left around 2 plus to head home to check my mails.

***

I woke up a very tired person on Saturday.

I returned back to work, anticipating a long day ahead.

My colleague waited for one of the bankers, and when he really had to leave, he asked me to take over the wait.

I did. And she was almost the last one to finish with her appointment, and I left after another fruitless day.

I was chatting with this particular colleague who also has nice puppy-eyes about the hen’s night, and I was lamenting how there wouldn’t be any stripper present for me to stuff a note or two down his G-string.

He joked that perhaps I should get Mr Scorpio.

Ew. I cringed when the mental image snuck in.

Ahhhh. Yikes.

Went to office to finish with some paperwork.

Went to get the tiara for Wenmei’s hen’s night.

Finally went for lunch around 3pm.

Met up with one of my favourite girlies, FF when she came down to Plaza Singapura.

She saved me from the predicament when someone had suddenly came up to me as I stood there at the Atrium and said, ‘Hi Miss, I have never done this before, but I just want to tell you that you are very beautiful.’

Wah. Can float.

Sob sob. Not bad, I not auntie yet.

***

We walked to Paradiz to meet up with JD, and we girlies went for KTV to listen to the emo songs to make ourselves feel bad.

What an indulgence.

They don’t even sing!

I played dice with FF, and the forfeit was to suck on a slice of lemon.

The sides of my lips felt stingy after that.

Ouch.

Luckily I won more than she did!

Do you feel better already?

*Chuckles*

***

We dined at Crystal Jade. This time, they ordered eggplant. Gee, finally someone who loves that dish.

We were walking out of Plaza Singapura when we were given roses by these guys who possibly were selling roses to raise money for Charity earlier in the day.

I actually frowned with mocked anger, ‘Why? Is it because you think no one wanna buy us roses so you pity us? Hmphf.’

The 3 of us stood there each with a stalk of rose.

Damn.

The only time I received roses on Valentines’ Day was…. from my Scorpio ex, who was trying to show that ‘he could be nice too’. That very day, I broke up with him, cos seriously, did he get those roses in spite or what?

Gasp.

No wonder my karma is that I would always have crappy Valentines’ Day without flowers.

Muahaha.

This year, what makes it so special is that I am helping my friend to get roses for a girl. So now, I understand the agony of guys to spend that kind of money on this day.

At least, I would have pretty babes, and lovely people to spend V-day with this year… hor JD, FF?

***

I left them to travel to HarbourFront.

St James Power Station.

Never been there.

And gee, my first clubbing event since… I was 6 and half months pregnant(oh yes, I was at MOS for a while and I did dance).

I was already darn tired.

They booked a KTV room at Dragonfly, and there was some misunderstanding with the management, and we were almost left without a room for the night.

It was nice seeing the girlies, and since the pictures are with them, I shall blog about it some other day.

Woohoo!

I hadn’t have so much fun with them for a long while. I remember how I first started clubbing with Wenmei when she had wanted to.

And now? She is ending her bachelorette days.

We screamt to the songs, we jumped, we drank(uhm, everyone knows how bad I am at drinking, don’t you?), we hugged, we shouted, we danced, we sang.. Did silly things in front of the camera. I certainly the images are healthy enough to be loaded her once they send to me.

This bunch of fun-loving, gorgeous girls is amazing. The good thing is, we had more chance to interact within the room.

We only adjourned to the dance floor after 3am, where I bumped into my co-worker, the Zhang Ziyi-lookalike.

The girls got up to the high platform since they were fairly high from the 2 bottles of drinks + lamborghini + waterfall.

The bride-to-be was the first to fall out, and I bet she is nursing a very bad hangover today.

It is always nice to be clubbing with the girls.

The funniest moment was when we were at St James, some guys came up to us to offer to buy drinks for us, and to invite us to join them.

Jasmine then held his chin, shifting it from left to right, and from right to left, before taking a good look of his face, and went, ‘Sorry, I don’t think so.’

Good one, darling.

I followed Roumin to ‘collect’ her tipsy boyfriend who was at Marina South at 4 plus, and they dropped me home at close to 5.

I was all glassy-eyed. From 2 sips of champagne, and couple of sips of some vile alcohol(Hennessy?) when I lost a few games of 5-10.

I still am very bad drinker.

***

Did house chores today. Scrubbed the toilet bowl, did laundry and such and such.

Went out for a movie with Mr Niceguy and returned only at 11.35pm. Tried to reach my boss for some work-talk, but he didn’t answer the phone.

Happy Birthday has a pretty much predictable plot, but yet, it was simple and nice.

Was a sad story though.

And now, time for a good sleep to embrace the new week ahead.

Oh yeah, I have to meet a client for medical checkup tomorrow at Balestier. Then, another appointment in the afternoon with the banker. And and and.. the flowers. Gee.

Keeping my fingers cross.

What will it bring?

I really have no idea.

Oh, it’s Chinese New Year this week?

Does it mean I get to take 2 angbaos since I am not married? Hahaha.

Fast. Too fast.

***

A friend whom I never met, left the country tonight.

To find back the self she lost. To lead the life she wants to.

She left without having the courage to let her parents know.

With her baby, to stand on her own 2 feet again.

I wish you well, my dear. I wish you well.

I wish you happiness. And I wish, one day, you would be back again.

Send Fifi my love. *Hug*