Seriously I have no idea what went wrong with my site, since I am a total idiot when it comes to such stuff. And days like this I miss the simple days of blogspot and wordpress. Bah.

And I had to supress the irresistable urges to blog during its down time, and now I am almost over the compulsion, and am almost forgetting what I wanna blog.

So to keep it fast and furious(am so scared halfway through this, it will suddenly max out its bandwidth and I can’t get anything up), this week has been definitely interesting.

My attempt at carbonara wasn’t too bad. And I love bacons! I know I am being totally random here. Tsk tsk.

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It started with a great note, as many things to be sorted out, sorted out by itself. I was worried about my presentations, but it went well and I was given a great dose of confidence to be on the right track.

Since it is one of the very firsts presentation on my new position, of course it was pretty nerve-wrecking.

The back-to-back meetings almost broke my back from all the sitting up.. not to mention the tension.

There was this part that was hilarious when my boss told me, “Let’s go get a room…”, and we got one, and we had to draw the curtains.

(Conference room, and automated curtains for presentation mode)

And somewhere down the line, I replied, “I need to check your figures…” before he gave me a terrified, arms-across-body respond, “I know I got good figure… what do you want my figure for?!”

I would have given him a raised brow and a “hurhurhur” ham-sup laugh but.. bearing in mind how the recession is bad, I don’t know what my wry sense of humour might bring me, so I didn’t.

So, that turned out well. I was in a great, great mood that day with plenty of tasks accomplished. I even felt my momentum was kicking in.

A talk with my “mentor” in the morning, had him look me into the eyes, telling me, “You know, we all want to see more confidence in you, we all do.”

“I know,” I nodded pensively as I mustered the best smile I could.

It started with me saying I needed to hype myself up a little to show more confidence cos my boss would like to see more confidence in me.

Somehow, that kinda gave me a little assurance, and I can’t explain what it was, but it was a moment when I know it was a moment of genuine encouragement that didn’t go unnoticed.

And it turned out well, though at some moments, it was pretty candid when I hesitated to answer my boss and I would stuck out my tongue and give a sheepish giggle(I scared I bimbo moment!), before he would prod an answer out of me “At most I laugh at you only what! It wouldn’t hurt!”

It was draining cos I talked for more than 2 hours… and then sat through another one for 3.

But it was pretty fly

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So it set the mood for a chirpy me and drove me to tap on the momentum.

Stayed in office till late to do more planning, before I took the train back to the west.

And then when I was worried about how my Dad was gonna go through with his operation without keeping my mum in the loop, he got worried enough about the 2 ladies being alone in JB-land, and decided to whisk them out that evening, much to my pleasant surprise.

I got a call after reaching home late from work, and that they were out at IMM having dinner. It was almost 9ish when I joined them, and I smothered the little one with plenty of hugs and kisses as we terrorised the hypermart.

Dad was scheduled for an operation the next morning, and I am just glad that he decided to bring Mum and Minibean out so that I could be around for them when he is hospitalised.

Minibean is becoming a real handful and I will speak more on that in the next post(should my silly site doesn’t go max out on me again!).

It was a nice evening, which was concluded late after I settled Minibean and finally got the chance to chill over green tea and stories I chose to watch from the sidelines, which are slowly draining their effects on me.

And then the decisions were not hard to make.

Though the day were filled with certain surprises, I would say, it was still one that its high sustained the low.

It was a day, I could find traces of myself again. Traces of who I can be, and who I won’t be anymore.

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Oh, talking about 2 new cities a year(which I took a cue from Wifey), I have already conquered 2 (Vatican City IS a country!), and it seems like a third one is coming up in a month’s time!

*beams like a silly moose*

I am very, very sure I am going to bring my antihistamine this time round, though I bet they would be shuddering at the thought of getting any alcohol into me again.

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Wednesday was one which started on a note that things might not be that smooth afterall.

Meetings, as usual, and I struggled in my heels and dress because… sales meeting.

Dad was hospitalised in the morning, and then meeting all the way till it was 4.30pm, before me and my colleagues debriefed over beers and sausages. Iced tea for the lady though.

I picked up Mum and Minibean(she loved the sausage!) from the MRT station, and for the first time in a long while, I have to meet someone who is without a handphone, and I can’t tell you how much of a challenge is that.

We took a cab down to Gleneagles to find a groggy man recovering pretty well.

We gave him a surprise because we didn’t call nor did we inform him we would be heading down, but I thought it would be nice to have all of us, especially Minibean there.

I thought I walked into a florist though with all the hampers, baskets and all.

Minibean seemed to be a little scared to see a weakened Gong gong, and she knows Gong gong is not feeling well and didn’t make gong gong to piggyback her.

We stayed for a while(damn, no cute doctors making rounds at all!), before we headed back by cab, where the little one just dozed off after an exciting day out without napping.

I napped, and was woken up to some sneaky fella who visited Minibean when I was asleep, and left a box of Royce and a fruit basket for Dad around midnight.

He left shortly after I woke up, and I didn’t go back to sleep since I was waiting for the match to start.

I had a bad feeling, and was very grumpy from the start.

I wished I was in Rome, and I miss my time in Moscow last year.

Nonetheless, the results showed that I chose the right year to be there, and with Dad hospitalised and all, it would be the right choice for me to be home.

I was so devastated that I actually went straight to sleep after the 2nd goal and I even prayed I would wake up kicking myself for missing the match cos my beloved team might have done a miraculous turnaround.

To the point that I dreamt about it, and even woke up a few times with my sub-conscious thinking about the match.

Boohoo! But we will fight back stronger, and it will be better, like life always is.

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The heat is getting to my head.

I am starting to think running around outside in the heat is one of the most torturous things ever. It gives you bad backs, nauseating cab rides, and it bakes your brain till it fluffs up so much you can’t think straight.

Luckily today was pretty alright as it progressed into late noon, and it was wrapped up with a nice chat with a pretty nice chap.

Dad is recovering well but the anaesthesia adminstered is giving him too much of a headache, and if it is still bad, he might have to extend his stay.

Keeping fingers crossed.

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Thank God it is Friday, and I am praying for good weather…

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Nahbeh. When I wanna post, it got maxed out again, so here I am, posting this on a Friday noon.

Dad had some little complication, so his scheduled discharge today won’t be taking place and he has to stay for another day or two. He sounded weak when I talked to him today.

Get well soon, Daddy.