I scrolled through my phone’s namelist this early noon when I had wanted a lunch companion, who would probably be free to walk around to scout for a cot, amongst many other things with me.

I scrolled through the hundreds of names, and then I did it a second time.

It is pretty sad that I simply couldn’t find anyone whom I feel I wouldn’t impose on.

Thus, I went to Jurong Point alone on a Saturday noon, before Dad was supposed to pick me up to head back to JB.

Dad asked me what time I would be free and I told him I would be done around 6pm, right after I picked up some work stuff. Eventually, I decided I want to return to JB earlier, and I told him I am ready and was waiting for him at home.

He got back only at half past 8, and we made a trip to Jurong Point to get a new cot, which ended with me only getting some beddings for Minibean, 2 cans of Similac, and me buying Dad dinner.

Dad even did his shoe shopping.

It is no wonder it ended late and Dad would drive Minibean out tomorrow morning instead. I hope he doesn’t bail me out, cos he was supposed to drive her out THIS morning.

Anyway. So without the new cot, I had to rush home to clean the old one up, change the beddings, and try to tie up the broken side instead.

Can’t wait to see her tomorrow. Parents have been saying how much she has grown, and she had even tried to climb out of her cot and her walker already. This lady is a real adventurous one, I tell you.

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Sorry sweets, I didn’t manage to give her a kiss on your behalf, “you must remember to do it with that grin on your face” didn’t happen either.

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Looking at my sidebars, and there are 2 advertisers(Nikewomen & Citibank) which I personally feel, are brands that are close to my heart.

Since I was a teenager, all I had believed in, are Nike sneakers, that would survive me everywhere, and anywhere, and I even went through a crazy phase that I collect nothing but Nike shoes.

And when the ever-lovely Prestos came out, I was first to rush to the stores to look for the different colours and designs, and indeed, Nike is a brand that brings back so much old-times memories…

I still remember how a precious pair bought by my Dad at IMM(I remember it was Deepavali, and I got pissed off with my mum, and I got freaking blacked-out when we visited Dad’s friend who offered me a whole wine glass of undiluted, neat X.O.) was stolen when I wore it for the first time to head to Edward’s place.

Damn the thief. Argh.