But it was a sweet weekend, when she ventured to the East on both days.

Terminal 3 on Saturday night after dinner, where she terrorised little kids at T3 with her hugs. She ran after a boy who just turned two, and then she hugged him! The boy was taken aback initially but he later took on the flirting game intrepidly. That’s my girl!

The little boy then waved bye to her, and then gestured her to sleep well, before they parted with flying kisses.

They just melt our hearts lah!

She couldn’t keep still at T3, and she attempted to climb onto the luggage belt at the check in counter, before I reminded her that she is still under 2 and can travel for free, and there isn’t any reason for her to travel illegally by cargo.

Bought toys for her at T3, before she fell asleep on the journey back west.

The next day, brought her to Wild Wild Wet for a baby birthday party!

This time she was so shy when a younger boy came over to hug her that she kept hiding behind my legs and pulling my jeans. Do children have this in them? The pull-mummy’s-pants-and-hide-behind-her-cos-I-shy routine?

She was incredibly manja that it was so funny to watch.

And when she went to Wild Wild wet, she resented wearing the little lifevest, but after a while, she was strutting it around like a little penguin.

My little penguin ran and ran in the water and couldn’t stop laughing. Eventually when we unbuckled the first buckle to her life vest, she broke into an immediate loud sob!

It was so nice seeing her enjoying her afternoon, before she got so bushed that she just had a long nap while we had dinner and watched the first sets of the Women’s Team match.

Then ah, she woke up and just had to tell me she needed to do her big business, and I had to egg her on as she pushed on her potty. A nice shower in the evening later, she was smelling all fresh and nice.

It was a nice weekend. So sweet.

And she’s a lady now, isn’t she?

And besides Olympic, and having my days filled with the little one, my life is pretty much filled with nothing.

Of course, there were the brilliant mahjong sessions over last Thursday and Friday, which saw my mum happily taking over my seat, and annoyed the hell out of other players.

And how she would be telling others I am a liar, when I answered her honestly when she asked some irrelevant questions about baby. Which is strange, cos for the questions she asked, there were no reasons why I should lie. My baby leh, lie for what?! Then, it was evident why I don’t ever bother talking to her, nor answer her questions. Cos there simply is no point.

Tell truth you say this, tell you something, you assume the worst of things, talk so much to you whatever fuck for?

But it kept her happy whilst she nagged and said stupid things due to her own pettiness, and it is good to keep her happy. I think when she puts away her ignorance, she could be lovely.

It is simply sad today when Dad drove me to work, and he sighed as he said, “It is very sad for her one you know, next time, she will be such a lonely person cos she is so hard to get along.”

I know exactly what he is talking about. She is often so negative about things that when I try to break the ice and share things with her, she puts me down and slams me immediately. There is a point that it could get tiring to try.

Last Thursday we had 2 mahjong tables, and it was buzzing at home. It felt good. At least there was some company for her as well.

Anyway.

It hasn’t been easy days for me these days. My heart feels unusually heavy with the departure of one colleague. Not someone extremely close to me, but somehow, the usual emotional me can’t help but feel a stir.

When I set out to join my present company, I have a plan to stay here and outlast longer than many thought I would. And thereafter, the wonderful gang here made me feel comfortable enough to slip into the comfort zone I so sought after.

And when the balance is disrupted, it just gets morale low.

Maybe that’s why, the posts here are getting few.

I spent the past few hours going to the mini-television in the office, and back to my cubicle, and then to another meeting, and yet with my heart firmly glued to the television.

I saw many people come and go from the front of the television, some of them filled with negativity, some of them simply nonchalant, some of them, like me, were brimmed to the max with adrenalin.

I joked about how if I was at the stadium, I would have been red-carded as well(I think some of them were red-carded… for some reasons I know not what, since our television was muted, and the only grunts and ooohs were heard, were from us).

We ended with rounds of cheers and claps when Feng Tianwei sealed the fate of the Singapore Women’s Team for table tennis, and they are in to the finals.

It was so exciting can?

And when Feng Tianwei came on the 2nd time for the final set, all the females in my office went, “Wow…. so cute! So suave! So handsome!”

“Wah looks like a Korean heart throb leh! Maybe that’s why the South Korean chick cannot concentrate!!!”

Coos. Coos. Coos. Coos.

We were shouting from everything from, “ONE MILLION!!!!”

“PUBLIC HOLIDAY!!!!!!”

“YOU MY NEW PIN UP!!”

“SO COOL!”

SWOON SWOON SWOON SWOON.

Now May suggest I can print her pictures into 30 x A3 posters and stick on everyone’s office table.

And the other player, Wang Yue Gu, was called auntie by some of our colleagues, before we realised she is like, less than a year older than us. Her efforts were really commendable when she came back from behind.

And though many slammed Li Jiawei for not performing up to expectations, I do think she did contribute to the doubles’ victory. And for those who think she cannot hold herself together during pressure, for the numbers of big events she had taken part in, I really wonder how she did it.

And of course, most people think “Singapore sure get silver now one lah!”.

But don’t forget, never underestimate the underdogs. And with my Moscow experience, I repeated this just now once too many times, and I will repeat this again, “There can be miracles, when you believe….”

(Tidbits: Feng Tianwei actually beat world number 1 Zhang Yining before! And she was world’s 73rd when she came to Singapore last year, and she now is 12th. Auntie Wang is 8th, and Li Jiawei is 6th)

And gee, I didn’t even realise Singapore’s coach is actually the older brother of China’s coach!

I think its ambiguous identity got on the nerves of some people out there, and in their frustration, they destroyed it.

Strangely, I saw it’s thin wings amidst its carcass, just like those cockroach wings -shudders at thought- and I was still clueless what creature it is. Poor thing, dismembered just like that. And it happened at my floor. The murderer is among us.

While I was sick and lonely at home, my dear colleagues decided to tempt me just before I was due to return to work - supper at Newton on Sunday night, when my fever was still lurking.

Daniel picked me up from my place near midnight, and we met up with Stephanie.

I was having fever, but I was sick and tired of all the food I was missing out.

It was nice meeting up with my colleagues again after not seeing them for so long. Yay.

But I got home feeling sicker and didn’t feel too well. Bah.

My first day back at work after the long absence was heading to Fairmont hotel for a shoot.

Nice view from 25th floor.

Me trying on the model’s wardrobe.

So nice okay!

And Shiseido’s new range of Maquillage make up, with superbly nice eye colours to go with. They kindly sponsored the looks for this shoot, so we had an exclusive preview of them before they hit the market.

Was tired by the end of the day and headed home straight to rest.

Wednesday morning was yet another meeting, and it was at Royal Copenhagen at Takashimaya.

A place I have been wanting to go to, but have never been.

Had breakfast there, and met up with Harper’s Bazaar’s Valerie.

If only all my mornings start like that…

Concluded the day with plenty of laughs and imagination at House with 3 other colleagues after we decided we needed to chill after a long, tiring, excruciating day at work.

Daniel’s desserts. With his artistic creation.
Stephanies’s.
Mine.
May’s!

It was a nice place, where we spun a story of the ancient pugilistic world, which was continued during today’s lunch at Long John Silver.

And.. last but not least….

My little surprise get-well gift which I received on Saturday!

It fits nicely into my Eva Clutch when I do not want to brim it with my wallet.

Love it to bits!

Starting to cough again. Not a good sign. Nah uh.

Very heavy though, so unless arrangement for collections are made, I can only manage 5 copies at a time.

I decided to get one too, and I reserve one for potato and my wifey already!

Yaay.