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It’s Teachers’ Day today and the daycare is closed. So I took the kids to work with me for half  day and arranged to meet my parents for lunch around the Marina Bay Financial District. The idea is that this is an area they would ordinarily not visit on their own and there are quite a few nice places I take my clients for lunch to around the area.

I had a quick discussion with Champagne Truffle about which of the restaurants would be more suitable for my kids and parents and he started telling me about how much he disliked taking his parents out for food or coffee because they’d ask him how much it costs and give him disapproving looks. Hahaha! Luckily I don’t have that problem with my parents.

It was a great morning. I managed to do two defences and complete an advice and see Catholic Girl about a buncha her stuff. The kids hung around and drew on all the rough paper (something that we are never in short supply of in a law firm), played with our toy cars (we give them to people to explain to us how car accidents happen!) and gawk at my printer/fax/photocopier.

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We didn’t manage to get a table at either of the restaurants I shortlisted though. In the end, the kiddies and I took a walk along the bay down to MBS and I took my parents to pizza at Mozza Osteria.

We then came home and took a really long nap.

It was a great day 😀

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Here’s wishing everyone who drops by a happy and prosperous Year of the Horse!

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mints from secretary T

mints from secretary T

It’s Christmas Eve.

I’m so disinterested in work I can’t believe I am even sitting at my desk.

Doodles with the ink I got from my Secret Santa!

Doodles with the ink I got from my Secret Santa!

So if I don’t check in before tomorrow…

gingerbread house with baba-yaga (!!) from secretary A

gingerbread house with baba-yaga (!!) from secretary A

Merry Christmas!! Happy feasting 😀

turkey!

turkey!

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Just so we are clear:

I periodically delete people off my Facebook friends list. I do so because I no longer want these people to participate in my life.

I also delete people off my phone book, usually the same people I delete from my Facebook friends list and some other people I no longer have any desire to waste any memory on. So when you text me and my reply is “Who are you?” You know you have been deleted.

So it is personal. I am not denying that. Remember that I am just as entitled as the next person to be petty and small minded on occasion.

If you are one of the deleted, you have a few options:

1. You can ask me in person why I deleted you. But before you do that, please ask yourself whether you really want to know and whether you really can handle me telling you in your face what a shitty person I think you have been to me.

2. You could try to add me back. Sometimes I add people back. That is when I become indifferent to whether or not they participate in my life. That can only happen through passage of time. Or I’ll ignore your friend request. Then you have confirmation that I really don’t want to be friends.

3. You can ignore me in real life, which is probably what I hope you’d do anyway so no skin off anyone’s nose and we all get to escape that awkward silence in the middle of small talk.

4. You can bitch to the next 20 people you meet about what a piece of shit I am. That’s okay by me too because the feeling is mutual. But seriously? You want to tell 20 people how you are upset because I un-friended you on Facebook? That’s kinda sad, right?

5. You can pretend that you don’t know and continue to be nice to me. In which case, you will have to deal with the awkward silence in the middle of small talk and also the occasions where I turn all shifty and weird towards you because I sometimes do when put under stressful social situations.

I have just found out over the course of the last 2 weeks or so that there are apparently dire consequences in the workplace flowing from un-friending people you know at work on Facebook.

I am appalled. Everyone should just take a chill pill and knit a frog hat as follows:

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Happy mid-autumn festival to all 😀

I read with interest about the collapse of Gramophone in the papers this morning.

The one Gramophone I will always remember would be the large one near the back of Specialist Shipping Centre where an ex-boyfriend spent many hours going through second hand Mandopop CDs while I pop into Music Essentials a few doors down to do some research on books to buy for my piano students.

When he left the country, I clearly remembered the disconnect I felt from the relationship as more and more of the places we used to hang out at closed down or moved away. Even the house we lived in was demolished. There was nowhere I could go to relive any memories, to remember better days, to rekindle all of those nice and fuzzy feelings that kept people together in that very Pet Shop Boys “Just think back to the first time we were in love” way.

It felt like the only logical thing would be to give it up and move on. And give up and move on I did.

So maybe the collapse of Gramophone is a sign for me to complete the moving on by deleting him from my Facebook account, an idea I have been toying with for a while now.

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chocolate biscuits

chocolate cookies with chocolate ganache

chocolate cookies with chocolate ganache

the bowl-cleaners

the bowl-cleaners

the cleaned out bowl of chocolate ganache

the cleaned out bowl of chocolate ganache

I love baking with the kids around 😀

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the shadow within the pink salt caramel

What would you do if someone told you that she had once, without your knowlege or consent, gambled with your life?

I was first stunned silent. Then I spent the last 4 years or so wondering whether I should be angry because that one decision may very well have significantly screwed up a whole chunk of my life.

Seriously, why did she even tell me?! It’s not something you can ever un-hear or forget and it screws your life over a second time.

It sucks, no matter which way you try and look at it from. Especially when, even now, you are not even entirely sure whether said person is pleased with the outcome of the gamble.

Then you realise that no matter what you do it is just never going to be good enough. History cannot be re-written.

But ultimately, happiness is a choice. At least you now have a better understanding of the past: of your past, of the choices made and the things said.

It is now time to get on with your life, liberated.

Mela is a survivor. Mela can do this.

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