Weekend

Goofing while waiting for Yiyi to collect us

 I was supposed to get her Japanese themed miniature toys like the ones I have as I disallow her to play with mine. But I couldn't find them..... so I bought a far-fetched replacement.. well, to the least, they are mini. 

Saving Furby till.......... till she could play "Etude" reasonably (and have an "ok" from teacher).

She hugged the box-set to her chest, unlike the movie's theme song, she refused to "let it go, let it go......"
She's beginning to read independently! and I am so glad (grins from ear to ear). 

Four short-story books in one box.

 Went to this Marche-styled Japanese Ramen place with Mom, SJ, Sis & Kiki.
Bugis area is so congested with people, I guess I do need to go out once-in-a-while to update myself how congested the shopping malls are, as well as for some occasional 人 气.

Halloween Crew

 Kiki told me my glasses are spoilt (no lens, it's a prop)
I had the pointed "cat" hair band quite long ago in my drawers, supposedly for some Christmas party but felt like joining in for some fun with the kids that morning. Might as well goof on my cam again. LOL. 

Last Friday Night

I was goofing on my iphone since it was Friday.
Fridays have a very special meaning for me.
For most part of my childhood, I get to go home on Fridays (or Saturdays)
I lived my life for Fridays. Pining and yearning to go home for a night or two, and then multiply the yearnings for twelve years, and then add another three adolescent years. And one day, the yearning stopped. There was enough anger to occupy whatever is left. 
Everyone gets 52 weeks in a year, and that is about the number of times I get to see my parents and my dear little sister. It is never enough and I grew up a little twisted up there in the head and halfway in heart department. So ya, Friday nights have always been meaningful to me.

So anyway, when I began work, Friday nights are drunken nights. and if there is enough budget, make it Saturdays too. Sundays are for sobering up, facial day and ironing day. And so it was.

Then one day, I went for therapy. To let go of my emotional baggages. And I was free.

I don't miss partying and I don't miss getting drunk. Occasionally, I join some friends to party after turning them down for a dozen times and if they still ask. LOL.

Some call these "selfies", I just call it camwhoring. LOL.

Weekend, July 27th & 28th, 2013

The town council kept its promise and converted the open-space car park back to the original small patch of grass and a standard badminton sized court, after the multi-storey car park is up and running.
Although it took a whole four-years, they did return us the grass patch which is invaluable.

Children play there, teenagers play there, and old aunties do their Qi Gong there.

My schedule last weekend was packed back-to-back. I had forced myself to complete an essay by Friday night 11pm and vowed to have a break over the weekend. Saturday's violin class was memorable as Kiki was asked to play Twinkle (to the variation of "chocolate-strawberry") and she did pretty okay.

Then we had a challenging time getting to Marina Square & Esplanade, given the multiple stalling of the MRT trains. Nevertheless, we made it in time (detoured via bus) and enjoyed the exuberance and adrenaline rush, having fireworks exploding in close proximity and it was real fun to know that Kiki's screaming syncs with mine in fine momentum. Such great fun to yell. In-between screams, she yelled - "Didi! DIDI!! LOOK, DIDIIIII! FIREWORKS!" like that. Concerned that her brother might miss something fabulous. Colin was keen but not overly excited.Boys......why are they less expressive?

Dolling up

 Dolling up in the office, getting ready to cheong at Thai Disco tonight with a few friends at work.
Instagram hanged............................but I took screen shots. so clever right? this is called - improvisation, which is what i do all the time. 

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