The mind feels perpetually empty, and it feels kinda fantastic actually. Though the subconscious doesn’t quite agree, and I had to sleep through a nap filled with work-related dreams.
I even dreamt of Wenmei and it was work-related(GASP!).
Nonetheless, it was a nice evening nap though it got a little too late when I woke up. I rewatched the ending of the episode I fell asleep halfway through, did some uploading of pictures, did some aimless surfing, after I had woken up and realised it was too late to head back to JB(it was almost 11pm).
I wasn’t aware that I was that tired.
Now that mahjong session with the old mahjong legs are off, I guess staying indoors for some blogging catchup seems like an enjoyable time-alone.
I wondered how I would make the trip to Potong Pasir this afternoon, and I was already terribly late. Anticipating the others wouldn’t be early, I decided to jump on the train after the entire village of people didn’t SMS back.
Thankfully, just as I reached Clementi, Justine got me to get off the train, and there, I met up with her and Kenneth, as they had arranged to head to Potong Pasir together. The convenience of the shared cab ride made the trip a pleasant one. I adore Justine. She has an air of innocence that it is almost hard to find. Alas, it is hardly appreciated by people.
It was Everett’s first birthday celebration. There were many kids, many babies, and just a lot of din.
I wonder how Minibean would enjoy it, though the heat might make her grouchy.
The lovely Everett and my manager’s new place. 
I still remember that he was the 2nd/3rd person there to see the freshly-out-of-labour-ward me cos he was still hospitalised for being a premature baby.
And now, now, look at what a darling he has become.
I sat outside along the corridor because of the breeze and serenity. Wasn’t quite in the best of PR moods, but it was nice, because I like the genuinity of sitting there just saying the unpolished thoughts, without any fear of being judged.
I had to go up to this lady whom I had never met, to ask “Hi I have a really weird request! Can I take a picture of your top?”
The rest of them laughed and commented it did sound really weird. But her spontaneity made her a memorable, pleasant lady which I wish I have the chance to meet again. Alas the top was bought in Paris and I ain’t going to fly there just to shop at H&M.
I wonder if I ever would have someone who would fly to Paris just to get me something.
COUGH. Don’t laugh. We were playing mahjong last night and last I heard, it was a true life account. Dammit. I always don’t get such guys, do I?
And the big boss was there with the family and commented how he chanced upon the program when he was channel surfing. *GULP*
Thankfully Ronald was heading back to the west and saved me the hassle of wrestling with the peak hour traffic when the light was seeping out of the sky.
I must have been really tired.
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I cut yesterday’s post short because I remembered I have photographs with me that I didn’t load. Silly me.
Photoediting used to be such an integrated, essential step of blogging of mine, but it became quite a hassle after a year ago when things get hectic.
Still, picture says a thousand words, and capture moments that elude you by as time passes.
Brian and I were at Velocity Novena, having a drink at Spinelli’s.
I was very tired, and was hoping to jump on a cab to head straight home. Obviously, with my previous post jotting my glorious 10 hours feat, it didn’t quite happen.
Waiting.
Very tired.
Wenmei reached, then Gary did, and then Brian left shortly after.
Our very dear Janise, gave me a rare buzz after she had scrolled through her phone list and couldn’t find anyone to meet. Hmphf.
And I asked her to join us for dinner since all the others were couple-ly anyway.
She reached, and the guys’ suggested Bak Kut Teh.
Off we went to nearby Balestier and I miss the vegetables with oyster sauce already.
The kiam chai and pig trotter were a little disappointing though.
We had a picture taken prior to this and she was standing at the forefront with me at my, ahem, preferred side. The sneaky one actually deleted it! No wonder I couldn’t find it when I got back and load it!
Been a long while since I last saw you babe 
Wenmei and Roumin.
I followed Wenmei, Roumin and their beaus back to Wenmei’s place to chill for a while, watching really awful programs on television before I wondered why FF wasn’t returning my call for the planned session.
I had conveniently forgotten her handphone was out of battery.
I reached JD’s thrashed place, and saw a very distressed JD cleaning up the war zone after the new little baby had managed to escape out of its cage and chewed the house down.
It was few rounds of 3-legged mahjong, then 4-legged, then back to 3-legged. The ladies’ stamina are unquestionable. Same goes to their sanity.
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9th August.
I stopped watching National Day Parade for almost 10 years. I used to be such a fan, until I participated in one in 1994.
Don’t get me wrong. I know this sounds weird, but I always feel like crying when watching, singing those patriotic songs.. I am true-blue-r than true blue Singaporeans I tell you.
I was having dinner alone when the television at the coffee shop was displaying all those brilliance, and I saw the babies in the coffee shop… the combination made me try hard not to weep.
I am such a wuss.
So it was just great that I took refuge at home right after dinner so I could just watch CSI:NY to waste my night away before my knight in shiny armour came to whisk me off for a ride on his horse.
Sounds really kinky, but it wasn’t.
But it was a nice, quiet night to be out, and revisiting places that I used to be so familiar with.
It just got a little too much of memory flooding…
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I am not sure if I had mentioned, but the mahjong table by the window side in the hall has became a really enjoyable location to be at for long, indepth chats.
I can’t wait for it to be transformed to something more comfortable and more quality, productive time can be spent there.
I got pretty tied up after we got back, though I managed to detangle myself for some chill-down as we sat by the mahjong table, as he enjoyed his cigarette, with me sitting on his lap. We shared a laugh or two when my fat knees got caught at the arm rest.
I slept well that night if not for the early work calls, but having someone springing up from the bed and pulling your duvets just to greet you good morning… the feeling was marvellous.
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8th August.
Ah ha! I was saying we did take some pictures of the shoot that was done.
The pretty Japanese place.
Woohoo, if only I could done up my place like this.
I love the chairs.
They served us free drinks, and their hospitality was superb.
I particularly love the red chairs which became our props for the shoot.
The BRATs.
Don’t ask me why Brian looked so high with me licking his you-know-what(finger, duh!).
My darlings came down to help with the shoot. Thank you!
Awww… the Yakuza of BRATs, with the hardworking photographers behind.
And to be absolutely fair, here’s the hunk of BRATs. Look at the little jerk of the hips, the sexy pout and the.. uhm, brolly. F1 should be considering using brolly boys instead. Hot ah!
(My life is officially at risk)
My lovely ones.
Who had been absolutely great helps despite of the jitters, nerves, and edginess that flew all over the place.
I think he is very camera-sensitive, or that he is very confident of himself after his hair is dyed. Muahaha.
Getting ready for the group shot. All in power-black suits.
Waiting.. and waiting.. before the final member rushed back after he left the building.
Whilst we were almost packing up, the 3 naughty ones, Wilson, Roy and Brian, started to get trigger happy. Wilson and Roy were armed professionally(pun intended since there was a Smith and Wessen prop-gun for a shoot), and Brian took my digicam for the paparazzi effect.
I have no idea why but the picture captured me when my eyes were half closed.
Corporate shoot, darling… not corporate por.. oh well.
