(Something’s very wrong with my wordpress… I can’t seem to find the boxes for editing purposes. Arghhh)

A public holiday right smack in the middle of the week, and despite it provides a strange, little staccato, the additional rest I get out of it is very much appreciated.

I wasn’t sleeping on the usual side of the bed when I saw daylight this morning. It was 8ish in the morning, and I heard strange noises in the background, and then I realised I had dozed off briefly before the first half of the match ended.

Honestly, it was a result I desired(don’t ask me why, it is a strange, little theory no one would bother to listen to). I remember I woke up during the dying minutes of the game, and I concussed.

I tucked myself snugly into my favourite corner of the bed, and enjoyed my sleep, unadulterated by disciplined working hours.

The house was strangely quiet when I awoke at 3 plus.

The crisp gurgles, stubborn screams of the little monster weren’t heard.

She had yet enjoyed another day out with the grand parents, whilst I enjoy the peace and quiet(she had refused to sleep the past few night whenever I was around).

I downed a couple of glasses of water(I hate drinking water, but apparently, my throat has been dry and slightly sore from the insane weather before I realised my daily routine of 3 glasses of sweetened drinks won’t make me healthy), and lazed.

Man. Lazing, feels kinda good. Yet strange. The feeling of restlessness makes me jittery.

And it is great to have an absolute break from the public and outside world once in a while.

Cos this comfort zone, feels really, really safe.

In fact, I think I need to feel safe again.

This week I have been thinking quite a bit. Of the past, of the people who were once in my life… of the old me.

I think we choose to be hermit sometimes cos we need to feel safe from people whom we don’t really know, to feel safe who don’t really know us, and of cos… to be safe from who we are around them. And sometimes, we need to be away from people who know us, so our facades and the walls we build up to keep ourselves safe won’t falter when they are around.

No, JD, I don’t mean shopping with you, though your absolute evilness was nearly hard to succumb to. Heh.

And it is time like this, that my wallet feels absolute safe from constant intrusion.

Ahh… great.

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A colleague of mine made me scream at him (well, uh.. I have no idea I had to suppress my laughs when I have to scream at people) when he was late and failed to inform me he was going to. I sulked really, really badly. We were supposed to head for an event where we were representing our company.

I hate waiting for people who are late, and don’t have the basic courtesy to inform me. And I wouldn’t call sometimes, just to see if other people will make the effort to.

Sadly in the past one week, 3 different people had the audacity to test my limits. My limit is half an hour without prior notification.

If you are going to be late, please say so. I can arrange for self-entertainment, and that is perfectly fine you know?

I think the element is… PRE-EMPT, baby, PRE-EMPT.

Ok, I think I have higher tolerance if the 3 different chaps hadn’t made me wait when I was severely starved of food.

Hungry woman is not an angry woman. She is A SEETHING MONSTER!

So anyway, we went to the very, very, very, horribly bored event, where we stuffed ourselves with mediocre buffet food, and feeling totally lost in a sea of people we do not know.

I wasn’t quite a fan of the crowd, like seriously. I even had contemplated to blog about it, take lotsa pictures, but all I had wanted to do is drink the bar dry of orange juice and bail out.

When the agony was finally over for us, we left Clarke Quay with me limping in my heels.

And off we (aimlessly) went to Expo for Metro sale, which was the highlight of the evening lah.

I bought many items which could have cost me 2 grenades normally, and I was happiest with my buy of bedsheets for Minibean. I felt kinda bad cos the person behind me was looking for the same bedsheets for herself and I had gotten the last one. I quietly snuck away when she was trying to search for another one.

It was so cute lah. Baby Pooh and Baby EeYore.

And I bought pillow. When it was time to re-gather of the spot we agreed to meet, I realised my colleague was also buying pillow for his mum for Mothers’ Day. HOW CREATIVE!

I got Minibean a dress and a pair of long pants from Elle, and 2 bras for my ever-shrinking boobies(cheap lah! Less than 20 bucks from Triumph!).

I have great self control. Thus I didn’t buy bedsheets for myself. Heh. The thought of nice bedsheets will make me harder to wake up in the morning was a great deterrence. Muahaha.

I have been spending quite frivolously these days especially with the thought of replacing things, buying things that I had meant to from eons ago.

The old and dirty couch needs to be changed and I didn’t want Dad to be the one buying it, thus I had delayed replacing it.

The curtains. Ever since the episode with my cousin, I had left it there, untouched.

My worst vices have been food. And I should really go easy on it, cos I could really feel my waistline becoming not so pants-friendly.

It has been a nice break. I just need to fully-utilise the rest of the evening with all the be back-blogging. Heh.