The very day Dad was out of hospital, I was surprised that he got back, put down his stuff, and declared that he was heading back to his office to finish some work.

I could guess the reason why, and my constant nagging did little to change his mind.

He insisted on giving me a lift out since he was heading out, and days in the hospital made him wanna move about a little.

Before I knew it, the past 2 days he had been resting well by sitting by the mahjong table and working out his arms with his peers.

One thing that I suddenly remember of my dad is how he is always such a warrior, and his stoic presence is what gave us all a sense of security.

Something random, I have never seen my dad wearing anything other than shirts (even his PJs are those with buttons when I love baggy tees or camisole dresses), something I obviously didn’t inherit from him since I totally dislike shirts, and would rather throw a jacket over my countless camisoles, take shortcuts with tees, or just when in desperate need of a dose of formality, throw on one of those underutilised dresses.

While clearing out the cabinets of old clothes and stacking in the new dresses and hands-me-down that fit(some of them I had problems squeezing myself into), I realised the obscene number of dresses I have, and seldom wear, possibly due to my incompetency in heels and the hermit-ism that had taken over me. Or my constantly fluctuating sizes – XS, S and then M, which some I keep for a long, long time before I switch to the other sizes.

I bit my lips and folded some of them into the bags that I am stocking up for the bazaar I have in mind, but couldn’t find a location for.

Unfortunately I am not one of those who relish in having lotsa clothes, I feel too complicated to have too much clothes (I actually panicked a little when I saw Justine passing me too many of her old clothes), and prefer to stick to some of the usual, unless I feel a need to give a little affection to that piece lying in the corner for far too long.

That’s why the ample guilt when the dresses arrived from ASOS(despite mostly sale items), and I quickly put them into the wardrobe to elevate the guilt.

I even got a gown dress which cost 250 pounds because it was on sale and cost only 50+ pounds so I could wear for formal dinners, which probably mean later this year during the weddings of my friends.. and I probably will be wearing the same thing in all the pictures to make the dress worthwhile.

I am just the sort that will stick to one pair of shoes(which is my trusty Nike rainbow shoes) and a usual bag cos to think of one more thing before rushing off from home to work is too much for me to handle. My brain not very useful, I know.

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Slept through the thunders and all this morning, and I miss the feeling of being snuggled up in bed during a stormy day, drifting in and out of consciousness.

Sometimes at work, I will look out of the windows and see the blinking skies and thought to myself how nice it would be if I was still at home.

I jumped a little in my sleep when one shook me up badly, and I could hear the little one yelping too.

It was nice to have her in bed with me watching television these 2 days, and her turning occasionally towards me to hug and kiss me.

We played ball until she was sweaty in the hall, though Mummy was feeling a little weak today and just wanna lean her head on Minibean’s tiny shoulder in bed to watch Night at the Museum.

She seems to be very much into sports and would rather forsake her toys for them.

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Was out meeting with my boss the other day and saw a beautiful Optimus Prime figurine held onto dearly by a boy.

We searched the shelf and couldn’t find any.

Plans to mug the boy were abandoned when I found the last piece of it somewhere out there.

It was so costly that I gulped at the price tag.

My boss was so terribly tempted and I launched into a sales pitch that convinced him to grab the last piece and make a dash to the cashier, while I scoot around the floor and marvelled at the range of toys.. discussing with another co-worker who has a 3 year-old daughter about the type of toys to buy.

I felt a great sense of glee though I wasn’t the one who bought it. He admired it like a little boy and I could only look on enviously as we headed for a quick meal before making our way to the next destination.

I doubt his 7 year old son will get to enjoy transforming the toy.

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Gee, Monday is here so soon.

I wanna go Ha Long Bay!