Wheeeeeee! It’s weekend finally. I dozed off in the midst of couch potato-ing last night, and what followed was 16 hours of absolute K-O.

I was that tired.

In fact I was so tired that when it reached evening time, my mind wasn’t registering nor remembering anything, though my social self was still on full-blast(cos I had to, you see?).

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Thursday started with me meeting up with Brian at Sim Lim, and it was a series of work-related discussion, before we met up with our supplier at 8pm.

During the meeting….

….. Messages and calls came in.

Anyone you can imagine. Colleagues from my teaching days(7 years ago!), primary school classmate, ex-schoolmate, clubbing kaki, my boss, my insurance agent, even Roy’s mother called him!

Oh even my grandma, who sleeps at 8pm everyday, was channel surfing just before she slept, and saw me too, together with my aunties.

Mum called and expressed slight displeasure, telling me never to do it again, and implied it doesn’t look good on the face. I simply couldn’t be bothered. Though she did say baby saw Mummy and Minibean was giggling as she saw me.

My confinement nanny called too.

Roy and I headed to KAP to meet up with the rest, and it was there when he told me he was there at West Coast Park on Tuesday too!

Gee, at the same time we were there, and at the right side of the park as well. And we even saw the same people there.

Coooooool.

He was THAT close to finally meeting SBB in the flesh!

I didn’t stay for long cos my curiosity really got the better of me, and I rushed home before midnight to watch the repeat telecast of the program.

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Oh, over late lunch with Brian, he was having his dessert, when I played with his… sperm, and then, I swallowed his sperm!

Cough.

I am not sure what it is, but it is reeeaaaaallllyyy cute, and has a long tail to it.

And it was slightly hard.

So cute.

OK, gee, that was soooo totally random.

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When I first received the call from the research writer, it was the day when Minibean was actually with me in Singapore.

She had just dozed off in the cot, and I was looking at her when the call came in.

She spoke to her producer and called me back within 5 minutes to confirm with me they would like me to go on the program, and it would be the day after I return from Bintan.

Like I had said, I was apprehensive…

Then again, as always, I just block out all external factors, and went on nonetheless.

That was the day at Tiong Bahru.

After the program, the producer came up to me, and her gesture struck me as very heart-warming though I didn’t have the chance to talk to her thereafter since she was very busy.

She came up and held my hand tightly.

Some stranger, an old uncle was walking past, and gave me the thumbs-up. I have always liked Shengjiang since I started watching this program for his quaint sense of humour. He wished me good luck just before he left. And it was as if the ‘good luck’ was weighed heavily with thoughts. Thank you.

My idol from 10 years ago was too busy, and I didn’t really dare to go up to him to ask for a picture taken. Just as the recording was cut for a break, he looked at me, and said regarding about the emotional dependency issue I raised.

I nodded, and smiled. And I could sense that it was a very genuine, sentimental comment. Thank you, too.

Hmm… and my long-time heroine, Yifeng:

What struck me most was her empathy and sensitive nature. She asked me things which I could only laugh it off cos it was too close to heart. But as a mother, she even spoke up when someone asked me(after the recording was over) wouldn’t I be angry if I see baby everyday and that baby will remind me of SBB. She said to her, “孩子生下来就是自己的，没有一个妈妈会后悔的。”

She even asked me if I was afraid when the program is aired that it might be “大好大坏” . Thankfully, everything has been positive so far.

She was even concerned how SBB’s family might recognise me, which I assured her wasn’t much of an issue.

Eventually, she did say something to the extent that what was said on a program for entertaining purposes, she knows how every story is not of absolute, and the stories behind are always far more complex than what people see, and whatever it was, she knows how it wasn’t easy, and people might not understand.

It was great meeting all these people.

And not forgetting, the person who brought forth the chance, the very sweet Jace, who gave this neurotic bitch here so much assurance through SMS thereafter.

Thank you babe. I will try to send you the picture soon since I just uploaded it. Heh.

My sole supporters, who calmed my nerves

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Truth to be told, I hated the sight of myself on television. It was so cringeworthy that it was bad.

Honestly, it wasn’t bad, and the people weren’t nasty. Some people thought I had it hard, but it really wasn’t. I even liked the girl Jiahui whom everyone thought was anal.

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Nonetheless watching the program had me shaking throughout.

I only managed to have an hour or 2 of sleep before I woke up early the next morning to head for a meeting.

It was drizzling and I had a bad experience with a cab driver who took 10 to fifteen minutes to reach the location 1km away.

And it took me 20 bucks when I think it would have taken me around 14 or 15.

He refused to take out the streetdirectory when he was going round and round.

It was a kilometer from Boon Keng MRT, yet he turned to Kallang Place instead of Kallang sector, then went up a short distance of expressway, turned out from Kallang MRT, then went through Geylang. I told him he was going through the wrong road, and asked him for road directory, and he refused. BUGGER!!!

Then, he went through Aljunied, Eunos, before we finally reached Kallang Sector.

He didn’t even offer to take lesser charge when I went “HUH!!” when he told me it was 20 bucks.

I took a receipt and I told myself I would lodge a complaint.

But as usual, the nincompoop here is too much of a wuss.

I told Mr Brian Lee I would claim the cab fare instead. Arghhh.

After the meeting, we rushed to Orchard in the rain, had Pepper Lunch with Wenmei. I miss the taste, somehow.

The next meeting that followed was postponed and had the location changed.

Let’s just say I wasn’t looking forward to that. The traffic was horrendous and the rain was getting heavier.

And the rider of the bike was roaring with absolute frustration. It was almost like a bark. It was scary.

It dragged and took a while before I rushed down to Meiling’s salon where I promised her I would let her do my hair.

Dad picked me up and we headed for a Gala dinner at Shangri La.

I always like to make Dad happy because I know that would be what he would truly like. Me to be a part of what he is doing, and share his efforts and passion to do go to the society. I would like to be part of it, if I can minus all the PR work, really.

The MP was very nice though, and I see the efforts they contributed to bring the community together.

It was nice, though Dad stopped me from eating most of the dishes cos of the seafood in them.

IT WAS A LONG DRAGGG.. before the event was finally over for me.

I got very hungry. I left the dinner in birkies and dinner dress. How atrocious.

So hungry that after that I went to have supper at the hawker center with Nick, Meiling, Roy, Brian and Mindy before I made my way home finally. I could hardly stay awake and stay out.

Fattening, lardy char kuey teow, oyster omelet, and hokkien mee are like, so incredibly delicious.

I stuffed them down despite them being seafood.

Good news?

Hohoho, I am still hives free today.

Though one day I shall have revenge on the guys on how they tried to wake me up.

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