I am at a phase in my life that I am immensely dissatisfied with the way it is going, the things I am doing, or maybe, not doing.

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I didn’t feel like heading out today nor seeing people. Yet, quite a bit was on hand and all have something to do with people in one way or another.

At least I got some of the stuff done, and I am happy.

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But there are some things in life I am still happy about.

Like the pack of chai tao kuey on the table to greet me when I wake up.

I had a hot cup of Milo this morning as I sat at the mahjong table which is fast becoming my work table, and heaved heavy breaths of stress as I worked.

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I finished all of my CSI:NY and I feel that my life is seemingly empty these days, hahaha.

I remember sitting in my living room, and it was showing The Eye 2(so glad I didn’t catch it when I was pregnant), and the only available series I have yet to watch is Ghost Whisperer.

Uhm, how apt for the 7th month.

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The only comfort I took in delight, would be how the first night of the 7th month kicked off on Sunday with a nice, cooling drizzle.

And then, there was the nice, little stroll as we headed out for supper on the damp pavements, hand on hand.

And oh, then, there was the call that came in that he disturbed me non-stop throughout.

On a night like this clouded with an air of mystery of the Chinese beliefs, romanticised by the drizzles… some hot loving and a warm body to snuggle upclose to, is just about right.

Security. However brief.

Though the fight over duvet in our sleep, turning away when the body gets too warm for the other to bear, and claiming of bed-territory brought on the realism of what life is truly about.

Nonetheless… it was very nice.