Well well, the finger triggered off a chain of events, and a series of reactions.

Now, I have yet another infection from the stress of the long course of antibiotics(arghhhhh), and I can’t curse my luck enough.

Cos I really, really, hate this one. Candidiasis, baybeh.

Whines.

So. I am given yet another drug, my 12th(or was it… 13th?) for the month!

Fluconazole.

My body feels like a chemical factory, ready to explode anytime with the concoction of medication it houses.

And any more familiarity with medications and their names, I could perhaps graduate from school of medicine already.

Damn!! I just can’t stop blogging! Well, at least this tirade will cease from 22nd onwards, so I better write whatever I can before then.

If I were to blog this yesterday, it would have been categorised under “I bite”.

I think I am feeling hormonal again, and this could have been the monthly, routine “I bite” post, which… hey, was last posted in early August.

Then again, I met 2 fabulous chaps for dinner and drinks last night, and managed to get myself out of the extreme grumpiness that infected me yesterday.

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Well you see, some people from my distributor company kinda rubbed me the wrong way. The poor, sensitive, sleep-deprived Piscean was feeling hurt-ed when she was accused, talked down, and being pushed the responsibilities when… there was no one else to arrow.

So feeling lost, I went to other colleagues, who told me to hands off the issue, and ignore their requests. Yet, the phone calls kept coming in.

And then, there were the emails, and apparently, they don’t take instructions too well either.

So. I was just glad that lunch time came. I was just sulking and telling my colleagues how it just wasn’t my day at the lift landing, when suddenly……..

…… Someone wasn’t looking his way, knocked into me, who was just standing there, waiting. Basically the entire being of frail, little me, bounced off a little, and it could well have those very dramatic scene where I would gracefully fall to the floor, shrivelled up, and die.

Basically I didn’t fall when I lost my footing, because he stepped onto my slippers-clad feet, and that kinda tug me back into balance.

My immediate reaction? I didn’t yelp and just said to all those present, “See, like I said, just not my day.”

In my attempt to avoid all those calls/emails, I joined my colleague for a meeting.

But you know, when you have a bad day, you have a bad day.

All the 4 individuals who somewhat contributed to the different sagas in the morning, turned up when they weren’t scheduled to.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like seriously? I think if someone had seen my expression, it would be one of… nothing but grave.

And the worst thing was… in front of the guests, and while I was listening to the guests speaking, 2 of them pressed me and asked me….. about the MOONCAKES.

In front of people whom they were supposed to give to.

I could have laughed at the atrocity of it all, but I, the greatest coward of all, did what I usually do. I smiled and said I was told to hands off, and I can’t help even if I want to.

I could have just rolled my eyes and ignored them with my hormones playing devil’s advocate, but I do not have nuts to do so. Wuss.

What can I say, I think I am just an angel at heart.

We went to check out our joint event with Shiseido thereafter in Orchard, and I went for a, hmm, haircut.

My colleague, Darren, joked that I can multi-task very well. Hahahaha.

And then, I went to get myself a knee support band, cos my right knee is acting up again. Of all days! And walking proved to be agonising.

I mean, seriously, of all days? The very day when I was shopping around for a pair of jogging shoes, so I could jog the next day?

The very day when I commit myself to join Wenmei to jog the next day at HortPark?

It must be a conspiracy for me to grow fat, I tell you.

Sigh.

But the evening turned for the better, when I met up with Lingshen and Kaiming(I haven’t met them for the longest time!) – the 2 chaps I was closest to during my time in MDIS.

After graduation, Lingshen is now on his way to his 3rd degree. I looked and him and I feel like I have dyed my hair with too much hydrogen peroxide.

He is now a social worker, while Kaiming is now a social worker wannabe. And that, perhaps is the only flaw of the night – hanging out with 2 social workers.

Dinner was at Orchard Hotel, where we had buffet. And I was being mistaken to be someone else.

Lingshen said indignantly, “Why is it that everytime when you are around, there must be incidents?”

HELLO?!

Yummy oysters! I was joking that I need a boost.

The fantastic company for the night.

As we caught up since we last saw each other more than a year ago, Kaiming made me cry. Lingshen in stripes, and Kaiming in shirt.

I am not sure what we were talking about, but he asked us something along the lines of… “how to flirt effectively.”

Being an amateur, of course I didn’t comment much.

Then, he asked again, “Is it like, hi, I throw my underwear at you?”.

He was asking it earnestly, matter-of-factly, like it is the most seductive flirting statement one can make.

“Isn’t that how people flirt?”

Lingshen and I were stunned for a brief second, before we couldn’t speak nor stop laughing for a good 5 to 10 minutes, before I started having tears rolling down. And all Kaiming did, was to look at us very puzzledly, and thinking what he said was no wrong.

We walked to Orchard Towers, since I am a virgin there.

I insisted that we should check the place out, and all the 2 of them could think of, is how such a place will be perfect for doing surveys and projects.

I was dressed down yesterday, and I looked so innocently like a school teacher.

Just when the lady approached us to ask us table for how many, the 2 chaps backed out.

We scurried off the building and were led wandering in the night.

I said I was determined to finish 3 drinks in one night, and we searched for another place where we could drink.

Lingshen led us to here. Amidst all the Wahs and Wows, we arrived at St Regis, and for me, with a very sore knee.

He told us the 2nd floor has a nice drinking place, and he led us to the very posh lift.

Which has a red bench.

Since I was wearing a long, flowy, white dress, I let my hair hanging down, and sat there, as the lift opened when it reached 2nd floor.

Some staff walked in, and I think he was glad 7th month is over.

We couldn’t find the place after walking round and round and round the 2 floors, and Lingshen walked out of the hotel stabbed with sharp, dagger stares from me.

And then, we walked on.

Lingshen suddenly exclaimed, “Hey! I think is that one instead!”

*Speechless*

He thought St Regis is Regent.

So, we finally ended up at Regent.

Many people getting married.

I was feeling extremely tired, and lethargic, yet I remembered the challenge I set for myself.

So I ordered a lychee martini.

It came in such a weird shaped bowl that all of us were searching for the guppy that should be swimming in it.

And I silly-ly drank from it until it wobbled in my hands….

…. Then it hit me….

Like seriously?!

I felt like an airhead!!

I had 2 sips of it, and I was starting to feel drowsy.

They said I was turning incredibly red.

It didn’t help when Kaiming took out his textbook and started to discuss Group Cognitive Behavior with Lingshen.

And I dozed off on the couch after finishing my Lychee Martini.

I shall not admit that it was the alcohol.

When I sat up to take a sip of water, I dozed off almost immediately and I spilled water onto myself, which made me giggled at my own silliness.

It was at this point where they realised the severity of things, and decided to send me home, to save them from further embarrassments.

I went to the cab stand and started to complain how I was blacking out.

They were not being very helpful when they said I am a drunk mother, and I should be reported to the Child Protection services.

I hopped on the cab, and Lingshen made sure I could walk out of the cab before he continued his cab journey.

I struggled to get into the showers, and tried fighting sleep. I MSNed from bed, while lying down, and obviously, it was a very bad idea.

I woke up at 2.45am, only to realise I had dozed off at 11.58pm whilst having a MSN session. I had absolutely no recollection how I did so, and had no clue why I had felt so comfortable despite having my glasses on.

So rude of me, I didn’t even say bye.

I am a lousy drinker.

Like I said, it was a lousy day.

So lousy that the triangle I asked for, was warped, and didn’t look like a triangle at all.

What can I say? Always check the goods. Argh.

It was breakfast as usual for us this morning, when we took a lift right to the basement.

Just as the lift door parted, the man outside who was munching his breakfast and carrying a cup of hot coffee seemed all ready to step in as we were ready to exit out.

The 3 of us had yet to walk out when he suddenly fell flat on his back.

His eyes were flickering and he spasmed for a few seconds before we all reacted(Stephanie was already walking out before she noticed someone fell, and Daniel and I were just taken aback by what we saw).

I was wondering if he was having fits(then that means have to react by digging the food out, and let him bite on someone’s sweater), or an heart attack(a hard pat to the chest, or try to make him cough). And then I was afraid he was going to choke on his bun.

When he fell, his cup of coffee(thankfully quite tightly capped) spilled to his face, and his long-sleeved shirt. He could have scalded himself.

We quickly ran towards him(after a couple of seconds of shock), and held on to him, and it was a couple of seconds that he suddenly replied us that he was okay, and that he had passed out.

I think we all heaved a sigh of relief cos… at least he looked okay and his life wasn’t in danger.

He looked utterly embarrassed, and we were pretty much worried sick.

We urged him to head to the clinic nearby and we would help him there, yet he refused.

He just got his things up, and walked into the next lift, with others who came by only after he had sat up, wondering if he had fell or something.

We deduced that HP is too stressful an environment to work in, laughs.

But whoever you are, I hope you are okay, and that it was just a simple case of low sugar level and nothing serious.

We felt like hero and heroines this morning! *Beams*

And now, I should be doing the thing I have meant to do. With a heavy heart, of course.

So.

Big Tin of milk powder, check.

Blanket, check.

Pillow, check.

My own baby pillow, oh, check.

Spare clothes from the bamboo poles, check.

One set of clean undies and a set of work clothes, check.

Pram, check.

Diapers. Bought from petrol kiosk. Check.

Work stuff. Check.

Door to my room, lock.

At 11.30pm, I ran away from home, with baby in tow.

Dad was already out, trying to get away from all the madness. This morning, I found out he never went home either, but opted to stay in his office for the night. I had tears in my eyes when I heard how he is suffering as much as well.

That ended the eventful night that I have no wish to recall.

She just cursed that she hopes I will run down by a car.

Get hit when I am on a bike.

Get strike by thunder.

She says she will disown me.

She says she is going to jump down.

She says she will call up the newspaper and television to tell people what I did to her(???), like seriously? All because she is sore cos SHE THINKS I treat the maid better than her.

She says she is going to my office tomorrow to tell the whole world I am useless, lazy, dirty, and irresponsible mum.

Er, though I don’t know how she does that all the same time.

Anyway.

She went into a rage I find so familiar. It seems like I am 16 all over again, the very reason why I know I cannot live with her.

And. She did it in front of my child, something I cannot accept.

I went into my room, and called my auntie, her sister, for help.

I let years of grievances out and let her hear the side of story of what she used to tell people, where she conveniently left out how I was abused by her.

She also used to tell people how useless and naughty I am, when I was a child, the only thing I did was actually, to be never good enough.

Today is the day I regret ever letting her taking care of Minibean. And I am going to change it, at this moment.

And I did what I didn’t do in the past. I broke down and cried, and not let defiance take over.

Strangely, I am smiling and singing to my daughter at the same time to keep her occupied.

I blogged for quite long, so I wondered why didn’t the fucking wordpress even saved a draft.

So I was saying that the equation of having 5 people in the house proved to be a dreadful one, with the drama unfolding so soon into the combinations.

So anyway, it all started this morning when it was such a nice weather to stay in.

When Dad and I were heading out, I reminded my mum of the technician coming today to install a phone line in the hall since the only phone line has always been in my room.

She asked why not install it in her room and I started saying it is also for the maid in case of emergency. She started saying how she would be home anyway, and I replied saying that when she is in Malaysia, and the maid and baby are in Singapore, it will be more convenient.

She got upset.

She started sarcastically saying, “Oh, I see! Baby and maid in Singapore, I return to Malaysia lah.”

Obviously that wasn’t what I meant, and I

…..

Anyway, I am no longer in the mood to re-blog.

The series of things that happened today made me rethink a lot.

I have decided to uproot Minibean, and I spoke to Dad about it. He sounded very down and sad, understandably, but he respected my decision on what is best for her.

I know it sounded very much like impulse, but nah, it is really something I would want to do, to make sure she grows up well and have a healthier environment.