I went to work the way I always should this morning.

Walk to MRT, take train to Queenstown/Commonwealth, change to bus, cross the road, pass the tunnel, cut through building A, before arriving at building B.

I was late, but it was a quiet morning on the roads, just the way I liked it.

Mum fell sick, and had yet another bout of tummy upset, woke up early and asked me to help her to find medication.

I couldn’t find any.

Baby was up early, and she leaned against me, cheek-to-cheek, as I squatted down next to her.

She is an understanding chick now. She waved to me and gave me a kiss just as I headed out of the door, instead of bursting into tears like how she would, in the past.

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The trip to the doctor’s yesterday.

When I took this picture, he asked what was I taking.

And then he said, “Why don’t take me? Take me lah.”

I think I was so random that he was taken aback.

Yet when I took his picture, he became camera shy. Or maybe he was just showing me the ring on his finger.

Oh well.

And when he tried to tell me to buy the supplements, I asked him how much. And I turned it down flatly. “Money wise huh,” he said. Frugal, baby, frugal, or you can call me cheapskate too.

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On Wednesday, I had lunch with the colleagues at IKEA.

And this will be one of the things I miss. IKEA lunches.

The afternoon was great, cos I bumped into Jiali, my loveliest buddy whom I haven’t seen… since… since.. since…. I don’t know.

It was great seeing you again, babe

***

Oh, and my farewell lunch at Vivocity yesterday.

Obviously, I stayed away from the 1-For-1.

It was just a small luncheon with May, Audrey and my 2 bosses.

The food was pretty good And it went pretty well with my queasy tummy.

And… my farewell gift. Hahaha.

A cough, 512MB Palachan MP3 player.

Nevertheless, it is an absolute cutie

Palachan! Today we have a new Palachan in the office!

And I think I can call it Balachan(giggles).

I naming it after my nickname, okay?

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Though Monday is my last day, my table is still in a state of frenzy, as if I have no intention to leave at all.

Basically the sphere of influence goes all the way to the other side of the table, into the cabinets, and under my desk.

I have been asked by so many colleagues, “ARE YOU REALLY LEAVING?” with my very “busy” desk, and I dread of the day I have to pack everything. I might need a van.

And I always thought I am a pretty stream-lined person.

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Lunch was at….

And of course, we would go there for ….

Which is totally wrong……. because, I got food poisoning, remember?

I didn’t even manage to finish my food.

And you know what is the most horrifying thing of all?

No biscuits!!!

And to think my colleagues were saying they were thinking of giving me 10 biscuits as farewell gift, which I excitedly say I wouldn’t mind receiving.

My disappointment was a loud, audible, “HUH!!!!” when I saw the sign, and I swear I sulked pretty badly.

I am PMSsy, and that makes me an incredible sulk when my cravings are not met.

They decided to give in to my demand of having Muthu’s curry(wahahahaha) for farewell dinner tonight, but I think think think, feel feel feel.. I think I will have bunk in the bathroom for the night if I make such an unwise decision.

***

Okay. I just squealed in the office again.

Because the phone this time fell to a very sensitive spot when I listening to radio, to the point I jumped in my seat, and tried to unplugged my earphone from it when the messaged came in with a buzz.

Brrr… brrrr…..

I fumbled, and I accidentally dialed back.

Now I very smart, I place the phone on the table. And it just buzzed without any incidents.

My colleagues were wondering why I giggled until like that.

But it didn’t brr brr long enough.

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Anyway.

Other random pictures.

I saw these shoes while buying my knee band the other day.

So absolutely cute can??!

The one in the middle is from Adidas, the the right is from Nike. Sooo cute, I tell you. I went ga-ga over them.

And I think the sure sign that I am PMS-sy. I saw a pictorial book of first 2 years of babies.

I saw the first couple of pages, I needed to compose myself in Borders before I start to tear.

Like seriously! Got more emo or not? Then as I continued on, I realise it will be just another 3 months before Minibean is 2, and it will be yet another phase of her life.

I read through the book, and I realised how fast she had passed each phase, braving on intrepidly, and became the pretty princess of the family on her way to conquer the world.

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So.

The swim on Monday evening

My wifey’s feet, and mine