I found myself waking up in shock seeing a stern older man sitting opposite my seat looking disapprovingly at me.  God knows how long he been sitting there looking at my ugly sleeping face out in the open & not in my own bedroom.  Worst if he happened to be a guest or a visitor of the company.  Like a kid being caught for smoking in the toilet by the teacher, my mind was racing fast to attempt to remove myself from such an embarrassing situation.  An Indian lady arrived and smiled at me warmly before taking the seat beside me.  Should I pretend I was waiting for somebody, & it took so long that I fell asleep?  I looked at my watch.  Ok not very convincing.  Or should I pretend I was waiting for someone coming in from the reception, and it took so long that I fell asleep?  Fat chance.  Oh I wished he stopped his disapproving look.  Ok I realized my mistake.  "You were the third lucky one who got to see my ugly sleeping face in the week."  The other two lucky ones were actually Caucasian couple who were tourists & probably shocked to see an endless head nodding demonstration of a dozing lady right in front of them in a train one fine afternoon.  If they think that worth a place or two on their digital camera, wait till they were on the evening rush hour train or morning train I tell you.  My case was really chicken feet or otherwise known as small case if you don't understand my Singaporean phrase.  It was 1 of the ultimate Singapore sightings to see us sleeping on trains and even on buses.  Majority of Singaporeans work too long & hard!!!

A steady stream of people arrived & made their way past the barrier gates with continuously ‘tee' of their passes.  I sat there like a silly cow, not knowing how I could exit naturally from the pasture that had been stampeded by me.  Finally I got up & pick up my plastic bag of tidbits from the table in front of me & made my way to the security door that led me back into the station buildings. Phew... I wish I knew why I bother saving myself from a stranger stare.  As I walked past the carpark, I noticed a handful of vans & buses parked by the pavement inside the TV station compound.  They were used for outdoor filming by the Production teams.  I couldn't help but imagine them being turned into an instant resting haven with opened arms to any staff who need their rest.  Imagined going up to an air-conditioned bus armed with comfortable seats & catching a wink or two there.  A vehicle with 2 uses.  Com'mon let the company pay the transport company & make it a form of staff benefit.  Ok for hygiene purpose, the staff will bring their own towels so no one will dirty the seat headrest.  Finally add curtains for each seat, so no one can peek who was sleeping inside.  I don't think I want to wake up seeing another pair of disapproving eyes staring back at me.  That would be a living nightmare!

Today I received a present from a friend.

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It may be a common way to wrap like this, but my attention was captured by how nicely folded & wrapped it was when I received it despite there were a few bulky items inside.  Not to mention how proportionate were the folds & even the tapes being cut & pasted underneath.  The ribbon on top was secured with a staple & in turn it was being taped down by a scotch tape at the back.  This was to prevent the ribbon from coming out accidentally.  My friend told me the shop assistant did the wrapping.  A stranger I was, but it was not hard to tell a lot of heart was put in to do the wrapping.  That touches me.

Today I re-realized the simple reason to do one's own dream, which I have forgotten.  I kept anticipating for good result, but I had forgotten what a heart was.

I think I lost the door I used to own.  I felt weak & helpless if I continue to fear & mourn over my precious loss, more time will be wasted. May I create another door.  It maybe hard to start from fresh cos' there ain't anything there when I opened it.  Still I may as well start packing things in rather than stranded outside feeling lost.

Someone mentioned 30 years old was another brand new start, another stage in life.  I would rather prefer to see myself given a brand new day which time I opened my eyes. A brand new day packed with 1440 minutes.  It's definitely a good figure to start with.  Comes what may...

As I glanced up to the sky before the sun set for the day... 

I saw a rainbow.

Surprise of the day... OMG (well hidden despite its size...)

Happy Family

Friendship

Thank you guys & gals! U made my day with sweetness.

Here I Stand & bow.

I am glad that I'm Still With U.

I just want u to Know.

 Kisses & Hugs

A frog greeted me at my doorstep last night. He looked like the same fellow that I took before (the picture posted at the left hand side of my blog.)  Except he had grew bigger.  I squatted down looking at him, waiting for a croaking sound which they usually made after the rain.  Silently he stood there quietly looking back from the side of his eyes. It was sweet to be able to see the cute frog again.

I was struggling to stay awake last night to watch television but soon I lost it to the 7am morning work slot yesterday.

This morning..

 purrrr....

a fat white cat greeted me at breakfast. It is strange to feel so long since I have my big day, that's why it feels so much more precious & I am enjoying this moment as long as it last.

Happy Birthday! 

May there be good happenings & ultimately I wish I found that door which I wandered away from & got lost as a result.