Yesterday when I met one of my clients in a vest-tee, jeans, glasses and everything. He commented that I looked cute and cuddly.
“Today you www dot innocent dot com man,” he joked.
He was in tees, jeans, and his hair was a scruffy do, a vast difference from the past 2 times I saw him.
*Giggles*
He said if I wear retainers it would be all the more cuter. Oh, I do wear retainers at home, you know?
Anyway, that aside.
***
Today started with Brian picking me up to head down to NUS. Bah. I had troubles waking up and it was a mad rush again.
We then went to Bras Brasah, dropped by Sim Lim, and I was running up and down to get things done, before I remembered I had to get Minibean’s cot.
As my envelopes were printing, I was spacing out for a while, and possibly letting myself chill for a little while.
I could find my muscles relaxing just a wee bit, and work stuff clearing out from my mind.
I thought of what my mum told me today. Minibean is already walking within the cot with the help of the bars.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I am missing out.
I thought of her. I thought of many things. I thought of how my income is still atrociously low.
Then, I know not how, why, what. Just a second before, I was laughing, joking, vetting through the envelopes and rejecting some of them and demanding for a reprint, even smiling as I messaged my girlies if they wanted mahjong.
The next second, as I allowed myself to relax, I just suddenly had an influx of emotions, and I sat on the bench, and I just suddenly teared.
The next moment, I had my face in my hands and I was crying.
DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
What the….?
Then I thought of the envelopes, I stood up, and I checked on them.
Then I was okay again.
My mind cannot be left to idle.
***
I then wanted to rush to United Square, but the shops were closed.
I then rushed to Novena Square. No luck.
Thanks Uncle Roy, for ferrying me around.
We then had dinner at Pepper Lunch, before he sent me back.
My 6th sense ah, really superb, I tell you.
But sigh, despite all the running around, I didn’t manage to get to the shops in time to grab a cot home.
I needed the cot because the cot at home really would not be safe for her. We suggested mattress, but she is really too active that she is already pulling wires and playing with plugs, and it is highly likely we would find her sleeping in the middle of the floor, or other corners of the room, other than the mattress.
Tomorrow I die die must get one.
Mum says she has no sense of safety. Her favourite game is free falling from sitting position, standing position, or whilst ‘walking’.
TSK!
***
I have a long list of to-do list. Many of which I have yet to fulfil.
My passport.
My contact lens is long overdue… (uhm… I believe more than 3 months already)
Kitchen renovation(cabinets are rotting, BADLY). I still have my floor plan with me.
Child proof my place.
Okay.. there’s still work in mind that has a long list of things.
***
I don’t like rudeness. Period.
***
I had a nice, cuddly night.
It felt.. really good, to be taking a walk in the moonlight..
My cowardice earned me a new nickname, and I giggled at it cos I know how aptly it fits me.
It is sometimes good to take minds off for a while, and just have a nice, tight embrace… and of course, the side of his neck that fits my head ever so snugly.
I had needed that comfort.
***
“I miss back then,” we were just talking about this phase.. when it was 2 years ago, when things just started.
“.. when things were simpler, when things were more honest, when we were better friends…”
“…. uhm,” came the distracted reply.. “Okay, I will talk to you tomorrow.”
Hurhurhur.
How swift was the point proven.
***
We were having a drink, basking in the breeze as we sat by the kerb in the carpark, chatting.
He had his arm briefly on my shoulders, as I occasionally sulked as I leaned on him.
A call came in.
Dad had called to ask where I was.
I told him I was nearby home. He told me he was just downstairs.
Knowing how it would just be a quick stop for him, I just stood up without telling SBB what it was, and I half-ran to the lobby, hoping to see my dad there.
But as fate had its way… hahahaha, Dad turned in and had wanted to park at the lot where SBB’s bike was parked. And yes, the lot where SBB was sitting at, since from afar, it was as if the lot wasn’t taken.
Before I had my chance to walk over, Dad was already turning in, and eeeerrrrrr… he stopped right at the lot cos I was standing there.
Dad wound down the window and we had a conversation right where SBB was behind me.
Dad saw him a few times, and though I had tried to pretend I was alone, Dad knew lah.
“Wah.. sit bike again ah you.” Parents don’t like me on bikes cos they always think it is dangerous(Considering their daughter has been sitting bike for like… 8 years already, you would have thought they have gotten used to it).
I convinced him I wasn’t and my ‘friend’ was just dropping by.
SBB was like, “You so should have told me” and gave me a nervous laugh, after Dad had passed me something, and driven away.
“I was wondering if your dad would reverse into the lot(since he had taken his lot and 101 other reasons), into my bike, and into me.
I laughed and said how possible it would be. I excused myself to head up to take some stuff, and he quickly rushed me for my return.
I think he was afraid my dad would make a return trip.
But it was quite funny, actually.
Don’t worry sweets, I doubt my dad would do that.
My helmet was on your bike, remember?
***
I have an amazing dad, who gave grace, and face.
***
I was holding my wallet, making payment for a purchase, when he saw the photograph of a month-old Minibean and me.
He tried to look but as I was fishing out the note, he waited when the transaction was done, before he took the wallet over to have a look.
In one of his rare boyish moments, he grabbed the wallet and gave a spontaneous, cute, loud smooch on Minibean with a grin on his face.
That was, sweet.
