Over the weekend, much running around was done with some crisis management in hands, and getting endlessly worried, though at the same time, trying to make others less worried.

It must have been a not-so-good year with many things happening to friends around me, and there was this recent day, not so long ago, that at the SAME TIME, SAME NIGHT, SAME THING, happened to 4 individuals at the same time, when they are not related or whatsoever.

How creepy is that?

It is going to be challenging for many people for the days ahead, but I guess it is just a natural process of how we handle with whatever cards life dealt with us.

Sometimes do you realise we find it easier to go out of comfort zone of speaking to people, seeking for help, believing in what we do so, having a passion for what we speak when we are doing it for others, and it gets harder when it is actually for ourselves?

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Some pictures which I had been too lazy to share.

A tiny piece of peace I found at some secluded area, distracting the cluttered mind from worries, plans, steps and circles of thoughts.

Of course, the only picture of the Fishery Market, since I was too chicken to even stare at the other dead fishes, much less to take pictures of them.

Was supposed to return on Saturday night with other friends, but the plan didn’t realise after a drive-around Singapore proved to be too tiring for one of them, understandably so.

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So I didn’t really set out what I set out to do over this weekend, though I had procrastinated it for a long time.

I can only try again to keep our BIG (but unrealistic dreams) alive, hahaha.

Had a nice dinner at Hoo Ha Cafe again, before heading to the East to get my pampering treat for myself, and along the way the plan to head to Jurong Fishery was dropped, so we ended the evening somewhere in the middle of the island.

It was perhaps near midnight when I finally got back, and despite the fatigue, the little one was less than forgiving with her quest for attention. Though there was this part she managed to subdue herself a little, and had her head on my laps as she sang twinkle twinkle little star to me, and I joined in in chorus, patting her head, and she turned up and stared at me in the eyes.

I tried to pluck my armpit hair, but it proves to be a big NONO because she ended up saying, “Mummy I help you!“  and pinched my armpit, real hard.

Ouchie.

NOTE TO SELF: Never pluck any other hair in front of her again!

I was a little impatient and went on a sulking quiet protest, and she did her usual pounce-on-Mummy-to-tell-her-I-love-her-and-throw-in-a-big-wet-kiss.

I didn’t bulge, and I did my physio exercises, before lying down and sleep, while softly babyvoicing (oh dear, I still have IT) her that I was very tired and I am so sad she is not listening to me. I wonder who is the baby now.

She actually lie down quietly and then spoke in a soft babyvoice that she loves me, and I sayang-ed her face, hugged her, and we said a night prayer together before we went to sleep. I was knocked out in record timing. 2 weeks and still no solid rest.

I. AM. ALMOST. DYING.

I was woken a few times with her legs in my face, and her hand clawing my chest. There was this part she was crying in her sleep and I hushed her with And a few times I caught myself waking up in fear when I had treated her like my chowchow. But she is tough girl.

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Left her in bed before leaving the house this morning in the rain.

What a nice weather to be sleeping in, and wasted to be out.

However, halfway through, was feeling too unwell and had to leave early just so I could get home and get medicated.

After I finally got to pluck my armpit hair, I actually fell asleep and found the weekend over before I actually found it beginning.

I take pride in the tiny things.

Like how I was able to do a bit of reading by a small pond which was teased by the drizzle (though the pain was too much to bear that I couldn’t even absorb much). I finally got the time to read a little, chill a little, breathe a little, blog a little. I collected my purchase (so many many many many awesomeness!). Got a deal in the bag just as week ended. And despite all the fatigue, Minibean fits into the schedule too.

Only thing? My Like button is still sucky! Hmphf.

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Oh.

This is a note I saw on a P-plated car on my neighbour’s windshield.

Poor chap, meet such a rudie, though his parking was really quite bad, but that’s why his P-plate is there I think.

Reminds me of the rudie that left me THAT ridiculous note, that made me don’t know to laugh or fume.

I need nicer neighbours, I think.

What meant to be a longer day turned out to be much longer than it had planned to be.

Meeting was shorter than the 2 days before, which perhaps spare the bad back a lil.

I ended up didn’t go gallop, galloping at the Turf Club, but since I had a prior pleasant experience in the box lounge, I guess forsaken this time for a greater good was more appropriate in this case.

A tiny piece of incident when I was almost “giaping” my legs with urgency when I needed the loo badly.

I ran into the ladies, looking for relief, only to realise that 2 men were looking at me all flustered.

Knowing how I have ALWAYS made an embarrassing mistake like this, I cupped mouth and squealed before running out apologising. In response, the guys squealed back in mocked horror.

Trust me, the running was cos I needed the toilet badly.

I ran out, turned around and saw it was LADIES sign what!

I ran back in, the 2 guys laughing at how flustered I was.

Plumbers.

Bah!

I didn’t care and went into the loo with all the embarrassing sounds to be heard.

Just as the day seemed too grim, my co-worker messaged to relay the exceptionally good news to me that I was only too eager to share with my boss with one too many “yay”s and giggles. I should be glad I didn’t use any “BOOMSSZZ“.

Sat around at Toa Payoh hub for a while, before going for dinner of Bak Kut Teh in between phone calls.

It should be a quick conclusion to the day though a reluctance of ending the day and the stress laden prompted an aimless, yet fruitful drive around places seldom ventured with me leading the way by not knowing the way.

The west can be a very mesmerising place.

Went into Jurong Island (haha!), okay fine, we went past the gantry and made an U-turn.

From the massive plants standing stoic in the orange lights, spitting out clouds of pollutants to the sky, to the small hills of biofuel still worked on by the digger at this time of the night, workers cycling after a long day of shift work, a shipyard so well-hidden that you could only barely see the helm of a very massive fleet, and sights that were never seen nor heard flanking the peaceful, rural roads.

I almost didn’t think there are still non airconditioned buses around. Or maybe they are all left to beautify places like Orchard and all.

I survived well without triggering the gurkhas’ suspicion cos being shot was not really the way the curious cat want to go.

And then, I thought of the camera I had underutilize, which would be of great use in such an occasion. Someday. I shall be back.

An early night of rest (which I had aimed to sleep at 11pm) was no longer of importance with this recharged feeling, and then it became a quest to look for other hidden gems I was determined to find.

A drive to Jurong Hill, to the place my dad used to bring me for Japanese dinner, as I recounted stories of my very first Japanese meal I could recall.

I must have been 4 or 5 back then. I remember my first attempt at cold noodles, and what an exclusive event that was.

The entire Jurong was not what I thought it to be.

And the main adventure of the night, was…. FEAR FACTOR!

Well, at least for me.

Friends know how much I am fearful of… DEAD FISHES, and how I get nauseous seeing them, and my palms get all sweaty and such.

Somehow witnessing a pet ariwona died when I was a young girl proved to be traumatic.

So after going through all the checks and all, which prompted the guard to say, “First time here huh?” to my enthusiasm.

I chirped a saccharine “Yup!” before skipping to the entrance.

Jurong Fishery, here I am.

The smell hit me first and I started breathing through my mouth, somehow, it is not unlike how people head to cemetery for the thrill, some kind of morbid curiousity.

I walked to the dock, and saw the many fishing boats, some really state-of-the-art, some just… classically worn.

Many men were sleeping around on the floor, or any where they can find, whilst many others were already preparing for business to be started at 2am. Nearby, there was a tentage of getai for the occupants of the building.

It was a world of its own.

I just walked around on the breadth of it, not wanting to venture in on the “walk of faith”. I browsed prawns and crayfish, totally intrigued by the business here, and of course looking totally out of place in a halter and jeans.

I saw only 3 other females there, who all worked at the place.

Left empty handed, but not before I took the walk of faith, as if like watching a horror movie, and keeping my head straight, squealing and eee-ing like annoying females should be.

When at the carpark, they were putting this BIG fish on the floor and I was so curious that I decided to look, though I felt a bit nauseous, I decided to be brave and made a conversation with the uncle.

I was thinking of buying  a fish for Minibean’s porridge, but I probably wouldn’t dare to hold it.

And then, venturing on.

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I remember when I was in kindergarten, I would have came out tops if not for the fact that I was shuttering between JB and Singapore so often that my attendance was compromise.

Once, the incentive for the one who topped the class, was a trip to a nearby swim park, which was probably THE swim park back then.

I have always wanted to go to the swim park.

The teacher eventually got me to go as well, but because of the 60 day visa rule, I couldn’t.

I cried, and I begged and I insisted.

My parents relented and I remember on the day, I took a camera and snapped a picture of my dad crossing his arms and smiling at me.

I found the place yesterday.

It was no longer what it was, but had became a small fishing/prawning village, still buzzing with life at 2am in the morning.

It was… very comforting when I realised where it had been.

And then it was a great experience at the village.

I didn’t Tang dynasty had been demolished. I had assumed it was just abandoned like it always was.

I was almost burned out from the week, and with uncertainty looming, it was as good as the Friday could get.

Oh, in the midst of stress last night, I had almost forgotten that what was triggered by my purchase impulse is here?!?!

I shall go get it today.

Whoooooooppppppppeeeee Doooo! Yippieeee yay!

Some things are better off long, but today’s meeting is not one of them. Nonetheless, it has been a good meeting thus far, and all’s good

My neck and back are already aching from the light exercises given to me, and I was heaving and panting from them when I had written them off, thinking “OH SO SIMPLE!“.

Tsk tsk. When I woke up with the aches… I realise age really did catch up with me. Signs of “growing up” – sniggers. Maybe, just a little wiser.

Have to keep up with the perseverance of this, since this is one of the areas I have really wanted to fix.

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I sprinted to the lift after being caught in heavy traffic today, and nothing much for the day, though I just, really, really want to head home to read, and write, after a long, good, relaxing shower.

I think the kitchen should be done by today, or latest, tomorrow.

Counting down to dinner time (we had lunch around the conference table cos time is tight for the 8am – 6pm meeting), though I doubt I would have the energy to sustain the karaoke session thereafter.

Had to do a report and I was seriously contemplating typing it in wordpress cos I am a tad mentally constipated at the moment.

But so ironic! The moment I started this post, not knowing what to write, I ended up typing so much bullshit.

Oh oh! Today I came to work wearing my cardigan inside out, buttons inside and tag and seams on the outside.

I didn’t even realise it until 2 hours later (!!!).

There is one real bummer though. Having something on each week of September means my honeymoon with Miss Jeles C can’t take place anytime soon.

Okay, will add more if I am going to get bored-er.