Filial Piety towards a Jerk? He doesn't even deserve empathy!

I'm heartless and remain this way towards that jerk. No matter how ill he'll get, I won't give a damn. I've learnt from my past mistakes, to never ever forgive him.

Outsiders see us as unfilial and heartless or whatsoever, but we're not going to change. He doesn't deserve any good from us. If you're saying we should repay him from bringing us up, sad to say, he didn't. He only left deep wounds inside our childhood.

My bro was accused of stealing his money at the age of 13 or 14. Do you know what he did? That jerk went all the way to school and told the principal the my bro stole his money! Will any parent do that to humiliate his child?! He did. And guess where the money was found? He hid it underneath a shelf and forgotten that he put it there. Ridiculous!

Then comes to my younger brother. He was the youngest thus we dote him a lot. He was never under the cane, untill one day that jerk hit him with a belt for don't know what reason. He was super traumatised then. But he's forgiving.

As for me, I've tolerated him for umteen times. Despite knowing that he betrayed my mother for unknown number of times, taking what I did for him for granted for so many occasions and bringing my mother so much hardship, I forgave him again and again. Everyone who has eyes would have seen how much I tried to help in the past.

Other than scarring our childhood, he haven't contributed financially to the family. All the money he earned, is just for his own survival. Spend the money on betting and women. Even if he did give my money, he has already taken all back and taking even more than he should. How much do you think the Kueh business earn? Bearly enough to cover our family expenditure then. Though he made the kueh, he was paid by my mother $1k every month. Imagine, $1k from this small business. Where did the $1k go? To bets and women again. My mother just act ignorant, let him anyhow spend.

He was jailed a few years back. For what reason? Being a "Tua Pek Gong" for a massage centre where the women inside engage in more intimate business. For your info, "Tua Pek Gong" means you register as the boss of a company but in actual fact, you are not the real boss. The business enaged is illegal thus the real boss need to find a fighure head to help him carry the blame if the illegal business is caught. Stupid right?! When we visited him, he complained about how unbearable it was to stay in the jail, unlike the previous time when he commented that the bed was good and food was nice. He asked my mother to raise money to bail him out. And of course my mother did to minimise his days in prison.

We thought he repented and maybe would be a good husband when the Kueh business started. But he became more yayapapaya. Keep showing off to people how good he was in doing this business, not crediting any to my mother. My mother was the one who perfected the recipe for the Kueh, but he claimed all the credit. Nevermind, my mother bear with it. But he continued to frequent geylang. How we know? The parking fines he got were mostly in Geylang. Would anyone believe that he went there just to look for friends? My mother turned a blind eye and just helped him paid for all fines.

Playing with women outside was tolerable to my mother. But he crossed the line by fooling around with the maid. Yes, a maid. Not one but two. But my mother acted ignorant too until the second maid accuse him of molestation. My mother really broke down then. Outsiders thought that it was because the business was failing that caused financial problem, but the fact was he created this trouble. He fooled around with the first maid and was jealous that the maid was lying on another man's bed, after cooking the kueh, and sent her back to indo out of anger. And guess what, the maid was pregnant for 1 month when she returned to indo for less than a month. My mother suspected that it was his child, and quarelled with him, but he denied. Then, I thought my mother was oversupicious. But it all made sense to me now. About the molestation, as the first maid was gone, the second maid became his target. The second maid ran away to the embassy and wanted to sue him. But my mother fork out $10k of more to stuff the maids mouth.

Just bearly half a month, my mother suffered losses through failing business as the quality of the kueh couldn't be maintained and wasting $10k over just to save that jerk from jail term. Technically, it was correct to say that my mother suffered depression due to financial problem, but the actual fact was she was so disappointed in that jerk.

My mother married him in 1981 at the age of 21, when she was so young and definitely had alot of suitors. But she chose him as outsiders told her that she should be married to him, and since she had given her everything, she was married to him. Nobody knows that she still hold the grudge of having to abort so many times during the 5 years courtship. She said before that she had nightmares. I believe she regretted marrying to him. But she had very traditional woman and divorce was never an option even if she mention it during a quarrel. I regretted seeing the fact only when I grew up. If not, she might be more daring to accept the fact that she should divorce him. When we grew up, it was too late. She had the misconception that we grew up because we had a complete family. But the fact is because we had a wonderful mother who could make up for the loss of fatherly love.

For 29years, she had suffered so much. She deserves to have a good retirement in less than 10years time. But she was pushed to the corner and death was the only option she saw to let us have a comfortable life. It was a wrong decision of hers. But she still a good mother. Yesterday was Mother's Day and believe she came back. Or at least she heard me and casused that jerk to be ill. I'm queitly happy that punishment for him is coming. And I see hope that there'll be justice, for my mother who chosen death due to an ungrateful, incapable and heartless husband. His retribution will be to suffer the same pain that my mother had suffered, we won't love or care about him, like he never love and care about my mother but put up an act when she was dying.

Say all you want people, but you are not in our shoes and we won't be like my mother, listen to outsiders advice and regret for 30 years.

Dual Character

It's going to be 6 months soon. Half a year... I just can't let go.

My purpose of this post is not for anyone to give me any word of concern or whatsoever. Just felt the need to let those who read this to know that I'm not how I look. Perhaps it's to prevent you all to feel extremely shock and disappointed when I finally break down one day.

To those around me, nothing seems wrong with me. I still carry on my life just that I have no mood for anything, no more drive. The hatred towards that jerk just builds up each day, in fact, each second. His presence and sickening voice, just makes my heart boils. I can feel my heart shivering, like a volcano that's going to erupt.

I should not let this grudge stay in me, I know. But how can I let go? Nobody understand the pain and I don't ask for anybody to understand this pain, but I hate it when I'm ask to be strong and not to break ties with that jerk. I'll be sick in the mind if I were to tolerate living with this jerk.

My cousins have been helping us out with the assests my mama left. I'm really thankful for their help but I feel that their mentality is quite screwed. Want us to let that jerk stay in this house and we're not suppose to chase him out no matter what stupid things he do?!!! I'd rather die man! Before my mama passed away, she instructed them to help with the assests. But she's already dead and they want to keep us together cos she instructed them. I don't know how to explain to them, I'll just keep silent, my logic and theirs just clash.

Why did my mama choose the path? I never blame her and she's still the mama I love the most in my heart. I know why she did it, cos I know her pain. Now, I'm suffering the pain for her cos I need to face that jerk. Yes, she did it to escape from that jerk, from the fact that she's failed to find a good husband. Then why did she still want us to be with that jerk? Like what she always told me, till the day she died she still can't forgo the love she has for him. She just want us to continue to take care of him cos she doesn't want to owe him anything. I'd tried convincing her to divorce, but she didn't want to as she believes in recarnation and didn't want to owe him anything and repay him in the next life.

But I'm not going to suffer like my mama. Since they don't want us to kick him out. We'll move out. Everyday, I'd hope that we no longer have to face that jerk. But day by day, we have to face the reality.

This life is ours and we choose to do what we do. Sorry cousins if you all don't agree to, if such things happen to you all, I doubt you all can be so tolerant. Things that are right may be wrong, vice versa. I appreciate all that you all have done, but I shall remain silent from now.

I'm strong and tolerant on the surface, but deep down, I'm vengeful and depressed.

How Am I Coping?

It's been slightly more than a month. Today, I was looking for something which I thought might be in my mama's drawers. Chanced upon the photos that she kept. She's always a happy and easy going person to all who knew her. Can't help but to think how life would be much better with her. Saw the photo that we took during my brother's BMT. It would be a perfect photo if my younger brother was in there too.

Whenever people ask me how am I, I would always say that I'm fine. Yes, it's a fact, I'm really fine. Nothing much has changed with regards to my daily routine. I don't spend half a day crying on bed because I've lost my mama. People say we're strong, relatives worry that we haven't expressed out our emotions. But the fact is, we know what mama wants of us. To live life normally, stay together and be happy. Also, we want her to leave peacefully, knowing that we can take care of ourselves.

But some people just don't understand and kept doing those stupid things to disrupt my mama's peace. Seriously, the only thing that change is that I'm disliking my father even more. If he wants to follow the custom of folding and burning paper on the 49th day, go ahead with the preparation yourself. We don't want to be implicated. We don't want mama to come back to 'bless' us cos that won't be her anymore. I seriously feel like telling him off in the face,"If you're dead, do you want people to make you stay as a wandering ghost and worship you as a deity, but when the fact is that you're a ghost and cannot do anything?!" Shit him man. Other than being more irritating, he haven't contribute anything yet. And guess what, he's watching porn! How faithful a husband he is, isn't he? Hypocrite. Wondering how long can we endure his nonsense... Hmmm...

During this period, I'm very glad that people around showed lots of concern to us. I feel fortunate that I had a elder brother to depend on and a younger brother who is so matured. Also not forgetting, Ben was exceptionally attentive, always by my side whenever he has the time. Have to admit, I'm super pampered and feel so loved by everyone!

Though I did blame the Lord for the incident, I start to realise that not everything that looks bad are bad actually. It's the most unfortunate thing that my mama passed away, but she can finally be freed of all burdens and torture. I'm sad that she's gone, I miss her. I pray that she's at peace, no longer worrying whereever or nowhere she is.

Now, to my daily routine. Studies is still the same. Sian. Haha! Every week looking forward to weekend. Lol! Now, I'm back to being MOM interviewer. Kena balestier the ulu area again. Sigh. But the flexi working hour and good pay is too lucrative. Haha! I'm given 170 cases! *faint* But there's 88 left after one whole day of frantic calling. Hohoho! But house visit will still be a headache. Novena, bishan and tpy. Sigh. Anyway, weekends I'm flea-ing like mad as usual. If you guys think that I'm trying to numb myself or what, then you all are really wrong. The enjoyment of running fleas is so overwhelming that I'm doing 2 on the same day. Passion is the only word that I can think of to explain the tremendous drive in me to be so crazy over fleas. And I'm pulling my younger brother in too. He did his virgin flea with her gf last week and he kept sms-ing me, updating me on the crowd at his side and his sales. Never thought he would so excited. Like sister, like brother. And he's looking forward to the next flea! Lol! =D

The most unfortunate happened to us, but we're most fortunate to be able to tell who's genuine and who's not. We're blessed with caring relative and friends and the maturity to stay positive. Happy or not, we still have to go on with life so why not stay positive and be happy. =D

Ripping My Heart Apart to Let You All Know the Story

My relatives and close friends had known what had happened in my family. To repeat the story over and over again, it's like what this entry title says, it's like tearing my heart apart again and again. I'm not like my father and other insensitive relatives who's able to repeat this story umteen times like it's something to be proud of. Sickening.

My mother left us, on 5th Nov morning around 11am. My younger brother was still asleep, my elder brother went out to buy something, my maid was in the kitchen, my father went out to (supposedly) work and I was on my way home from Ben's place. My phone was running out of battery, so I switched it to super silent mode (w/o sound and vibration). When I alight at Khatib, checked my phone, realised there's 3 missed calls just a min or 2 ago. They're from my brothers and godfather. Called back home, nobody answer. Called my elder brother. I couldn't believe what I heard. My younger brother called back, it was confirmed. I called my godfather, he knew it then too. My mum jumped off the building. I was too taken aback to react. Called Ben to tell him but he could only hear me saying that my mum committed suicide and he was on his way down. Being an optimist, I was still hoping that she survived. Tears streamed down slowly while I gapsed for breath. I can hardly breathe. Walked at my fastest pace and managed to only run a few distance as I was running out of breath. In my heart, I prayed that my mum would be fine.

Somehow, the walk from the train station to my house seems to be longer than usual. On my way, another cousin called and asked me where I was and if I know what had happened. My hope was diminishing as I got nearer to my block. Saw the blue police tentage and a stretcher. I was eyeing on the stretcher hoping that my mother was on it, but no. My hope diminished. Heart sunk. Looking at the tentage, I screamed my hearts out, pulling my hair in distress. Devastated. Couldn't believe. Walked towards the tentage, wanting to see my mum's body, but was stopped by the police. They want me to calm down first. Sat on the stairs, feeling depressed and frustrated. I shouted in madarin scolding her for being a medium end up jumping to her death. My heart was filled with hatred, not towards her but to those who brought this upon her. Scolded the relatives for bringing her to some many temples that caused her to become so crazy. I know I was wrong to blame, but that was a clear fact.

Managed to calmed myself down after venting out my anger. Witness the police searching my mum's body and I took a last look at her. Her last expression, filled with pain and agony. What could I do, walked away in tears. Sat on the stairs again, in daze. Looking opposite my block, saw people gathering there looking at the tentage. I was super angry, but I help my composure. Asked the police to chase them away as I was not comfortable with them staring at the tentage, felt that it was very disrespectful to my mother. They were helpful and helped to chase them away. Why can't people be more considerate and sensitive towards others feeling. It's obvious that it's a suicide case and the daughter was right there feeling devasted upon seeing her dead body, is it really that entertaining to see such a scene? Wait till one day, you get involve in such a scene yourself, won't it be even more entertaining then?

I sat there for don't know how long and decided to go upstairs to show my concern to my brothers and maid. My father was still uncontactable then. He's phone is practically of no use, always uncontactable. Saw my didi, he was very traumatised too. I hugged him tightly and told him that no mama is not around anymore, we have to stay strong together. Looked for the maid and saw her crying. Consoled her and told her that it's nobody's fault and not to be too sad. Sat beside my elder brother, held his hand and apologised for not being home when the incident happened.

I was equally traumatised. Could really remembered what happened in between except that I walked out of my room to ask my relatives to stop discussing about the incident, to be more sensitive to us. Of course, being super gossipers, they soon started gossiping again but lowering down their volume. Then suddenly, they left my house and I thought they really left until the next day then I knew why they left. Ben came shortly after they left. He was to shocked to know what to do. But I felt better with him by my side.

For the funeral, I thought a Buddhist ceremony would be more appropriate for my mum cos she always wanted to become one, but due to my father's roots, she had to get involve in the toaist practices. Till the day she dies, my father still wants her to stay in this belief that caused her death and have no clues that she actually dislike the practise. Why? Because he's such a bossy and sucky husband who only cares about his own needs and wants and nothing else.

I asked my cousin to help me relay the message to my father and guess what? They say until like I forcefully want them to do a Buddhist funeral. Kao eh! Really very imaginative man. I really where their brains are man. Btw, "they" refer to those big mouthed uncles, aunties and my father. Fine, I swallow this accusation, just grumble and didn't make any scene. Peace.

After my mum's body was taken away and the police left, some relatives stayed on for awhile and left. My father's sister arrived at don't know when and start spouting insensitive words saying that we're all doom, no mother, we're going to be doom, blah blah blah. I stayed in the room, blood boiling with Ben calming me down. My elder brother slammed the door. Good job. I walked out of the room, forgotten for what reason le, and she started saying what why never look after my mum la.. blah blah blah... I could stop the volcano inside me, and erupted, telling her that she only know how to talk and she is in no position to comment. My father stood up for her sister scolding me for being disrespectful. Hello, who's being disrespectful. My mother has just died, not yours so keep you mouth shut. My elder brother exploded too. Shouted at them to shut their mouth up and now mama was gone, talk so much for what. If you all are wondering, this auntie is not really that close to my mama. In actual fact, all my father's side relative only know that my mama is a good wife but not in very close terms with her. They only take advantage of her kindness. So it's not insensible that we ask them to shut their bloody mouth up. They only know how to curse, no good words. No wonder all are so screwed up people, luckily we're more bonded to my mother's side.

After creating so much scene, my impression in those relatives were tarnish and I'm the rebellious one. Since I'm the bad guy, then I shall be that all the way. During the Buddhist Chanting ceremony, I left after the 7th page of the sutra. I was seriously pissed off with that guy who kept pointing at the book I was holding and forcing me to chant. I just kept my mouth shut and wanted to kept my cool. After the 2nd page, I told myself, if he do it again on the next page, I would leave. He did it again. On the 3rd, 4th and 5th page, I told myself to endure. On the 6th page, I was super pissed cos he started circling the words he point on the book. I passed him back the sutra and walked away. I'm not a Buddhist and the fact that I sat there to hear the chants, I'd given enough face and respect. You chose to be an irritant so I just had to embarass you. My brother and other cousins were pissed with him too. But I was the only one to walk away cos I only believe in the Lord. Whatever that I do at the funeral, it's just to follow the flow.

But maybe due to the fact that I had told my mother that I'd jump down with her if she jumped (during the period when she had serious depression), no relatives dares to test my patience. And for that auntie, she just siam whenever she sees me. No one dares to comment. Even if they comment, I'll just shoot them back.

I believe most know that I'm stepping into Christianity, thus those practices during the funeral I was very reluctant to follow. But nevermind, only for that few days, I endure with it. While holding the joss sticks and buring the papers overnight, I prayed. And I know that the Lord will understand the situation that I was in and forgive me. Everyday, I chose to take the overnight shift so that I can avoid the crowd that come and pay my mama their last visits. I don't like the noise they create and the things they talk about during the funeral. I just want my mama to have peace. During the night, it was most peaceful, my mama (if she could hear) don't have to feel guilty while hearing those insensible adults spouting nonesense. While buring the joss paper in the night, my cousins would stay up with me and we would have a light and cheerful conversation. That's what my mama wants to see.

Throughout the furneral, 3 of us were very strong. Not much tears shed, except for me crying when I first see my mama lying in the coffin. My father, I didn't really care. Crocodile tears, that's all I can say. If he really loved my mother, she wouldn't have suffered so much. What's the use of continuously crying over my mama's dead body. I hated those who cried non-stop. I repeated this unteem times too, I want my mama to leave in peace, to know that we're strong without her. I don't want to keep her. What's the point? She can't do anything now. If she were to stay, she'll only be guilty and feel irresponsible for leaving us behind. What's the point? Please let her leave peacefully for paradise, where she needs to suffer no more.

Till the day she was cremated, we held back our tears, 3 of us. Except for me again la. I was consoling those who cried telling them that we should be happy that mama is in paradise now, don't cry and let mama go peacefully. Until the last cousin I consoled, I was affected and tears streamed down, but I held back the rest. You may think it's bad, but I feel that it's good for my mother. 3 of us, stood strong in front of my mother, without tears, to send this one united message to her. Leave peacefully, without guilt nor regrets, as 3 of us will always stand strong and support each other. I believe she received the message and left peacefully. Today it's the 7th day. I'm praying very hard that her soul/spirit won't be back. For in the Bible it's stated the the body returns to the Earth, spirit returns to the Lord while the Soul will be casted to hell. These 3 parts together is my mother, but when separated, they are nothing but my mama's carcass. My mama has gone, so nothing should come back. Whatever that returns will be the evil spirit that caused her death. My father don't want to face this fact, still continue to worship. Till death will he see what is he really worshipping. Nothing else but the devil.

Perhaps after reading till here, you may think that my mother is very irresponsible and whatever, but nobody has the rights to criticise her. She's the best mother and will always be loved in our hearts. She didn't choose to take her own life. It wasn't her doing. If she really wanted to die, why would she leave the safe lock when everything important is inside, why would she continue to buy life insurrance for herself when it's not claimable, why would she leave so many things undone to be handled by her 3 children, why did she changed her appointment with her psychiatrist........ She's not an irresponsible mother. It's the evil spirit that claimed her life. Her craziness started after she got herself to become a medium just because other mediums claimed that she should be one. To those who believe in this kind of spirits, please give a second thought. Are they really worth worshipping? Is it out of faith or FEAR. If they're really that holy, why do they need those joss sticks, papers and other offerings in return to the "favour" they do for you. What exactly are you worshipping? Wake up, before it's too late.

I was already thinking of introducing the Lord to my mama a few more years later when I can really understand this religion. But it was too late. To those who had spoken to my mama before her death, nobody will expect her to have jumped cos she looked well. Nothing seems wrong with her. During her craziest state, almost every day, every hour, she would say she want to die, tried to bite her tongue, said she want to jump down the building, but she didn't. Perhaps it was because I help her hand while she was asleep then and prayed for her. To me, the Lord did helped my mama. He prolonged her life, made her had the will to continue living. But the battle between my mama and the evil spirit needs to come to an end. My mother lost. But we're proud of her. We know that she fought hard. She may be concious when she jumped as she called my nephew to tell him to split her assest into 4, but the evil was in control of her actions. I admit I blamed her at first, but later I came to realise it wasn't her. Through prayers, I see the truth. Through prayers, it gave me the courage to be myself. Through prayers, I'm able to stand strong. Through prayers, I understand that she jumped at that time cos none of us will realise. Furthermore, would she want to leave with the regret of not seeing her dearest daughter for one last time? Of course not, she's afraid that if I see her jump, I would follow. She loves us very much and couldn't bear to leave us, but she just wasn't in control of herself.

To those who had read the news articles and choose to believe those bullshit, I can only say that you are stupid. To the stupid ones who entertain those reporters, HYPOCRITES.

Thank you friends for trying to be by my side. Thank you cousins for standing by us. Thank you, my beloved Gong Gong for constantly praying for us. Thank you Lord for holding my hand when I reached out for you. Thank you mama for loving us, for we're able to stay so strong cos we drew strength from your love for us. I believe you've left in peace.

FInally updated! =D

It's been 3 months since I last posted! Needless to say, I've been busy flea-ing around. Lol! To think about it, I had never expected myself to be in this business. Sales isn't the kind of job that I like. As people who knows me well, I'm not that kind who like to approach people. That's also why I only have a few friends, but also the most wonderful people I like to be with. Somehow, this business has changed me. My groups of friends are expending gradually. Through fleas, I've made friends with great people. Due to Iris' (The one who I ran fleas with most of the time in the beginning stage) openness in sharing with me her flea experience, I did the same too. She taught me alot and thanks to her, I'm able to survive in this trade.

Some may think that this is a very unstrategic move as you'll end up with more competitors, instead I should keep everything to myself and let those struggling vendors give up flea-ing. To prevent competition, yes, I should do that. But if you're confident of your business, why would you be afraid of competition? Plus, competition is a source of motivation for one to come out with better products to attract customers. I'm glad to have shared my experience with other vendors and hopefully in some way helped them. I'm not the best in this trade, but I do my best to spread the warmth in this flea culture. Flea market is a shopping paradise with not only great bargains but great people.

I've opened up a lot. Able to interact with people I don't know. No longer the super shy type I was long ago. I'm loving the way I am now. Still feel quite exhausted if I have to interact for long though, but my stamina is improving. Lol!

In the beginning stage, I kept asking myself why I engaged myself in such a not profitable business. During one of the flea at Sentosa on my way back, I cried, asking myself why did I have to do this. I'm glad I didn't allow myself to continue to be depressed. I'm glad that I fought on and is able to support myself now, though the earnings can only barely make my ends meet. It's been only less than a year, but I've been through so much and survived. Haha! It's not easy to flea around, but my passion drives me on. Perhaps this is the only job that will bring me 99.9% satisfaction. I'm not one who likes things to be too systematic, I don't like to blindly follow instructions and I like my voice to be heard. Only through flea can I find the satisfaction of being able to have things done in my own messy way. Haha! =D

Feeling quite sad that there's no good fleas these few weeks, won't be able to satisfy my carving for fleas. Sigh. And this means that I have to survive on bread and water this month! Lol! It's my loss, but it's someone else's gain. Ben must be really happy that he need not help me out at fleas on saturdays and that we can finally spend some quality time together on a weekend. =D

But it's not a norm for me to be so free, isn't it? Yes, I got myself involved in the MOM surveyor job again. Lol! I chose AMK and Novena area. And I'm stupid to not know that Novena area includes Balestier. Don't like going there especially in the night. But nvm, it's only for this month.

This week I'm have one week break from school, but I'm in no mood to study! Argh!!! How can I diverge the passion I have in flea-ing to my studies? I wonder.... Lol!

Flea, flea and more flea!

My constant flea-ing effort is showing some results. Not many online order from customers who patron my booth during fleas, but my namecards are getting lesser. More and more customers are taking my namecards, that means, they're observing our blogshop. =D What I should do now is to upload all my accessories, but I'm too tired to do it. After every flea, I'd have to sleep at least 2 days. Seriously it's super tiring. Hopefully I'd have the mood and energy to upload them soon. =D

My accessories are depleting. Think it's time for batch 4. =D For these 3 weeks of this mth, I had been running fleas every sat. Hoping to go for a fourth one this sat if possible. =D

The last flea I went was at HomeClub, Clarke Quay area. Extremely impressed with the organiser Flea.Fly.Flo.Fun. It's the best flea I've every been to. We, the booth vendors, were given plenty or space, unlike other fleas which always makes me feel suffocated. Probably due to this, shoppers were more willing to take their time to browse through every booth and not rush to get out of the place asap.

I chose an outdoor booth which most people will pass by, so I had an edge over the others. People will tend to spot my booth cos I've got almost everything shoppers usually look for, apparels and accessories. Plus, recently I'd brought along nail polishes which was quite a hit at the flea too.

My booth set up

For this flea, I have the best sales so far. My profit was 2 times the amount for other good fleas. See how little accessories I'm left with:

Left: Arena on 17th, Right: HomeClub on 24th

Look how strategic a place I'd gotten. Just right next to the river! It was super relaxing, but didn't have much time to enjoy the nice atmosphere. And and and, I got to see fireworks!!! The direction I was facing was just where the fireworks were. Others had to rush out to see, while I just sit down there and enjoy while drinking my glass of coke. Hohoho. =D

Yup, I was alone at the flea again. Packing up is alright for me, but pulling back 2 trolleys is super tiring. So, I asked Ben to fetch me again! Lol! Poor him, always have to be my coolie.

Mt Faber with Cousins! =D

Went to Mt Faber with my cousins. It was quite a last minute meet up, arranged only the day before! Lol! Luckily it rained heavily the previous day, so the weather there was very good. Was afraid it might rain cos the forecast stated that it would be partly cloudy. In fact it was super sunny in the afternoon.

We went there with a rough idea of what we'd like to look out for. Went there with Ben once but didn't realise that there was so much to see there. Passed by some abandoned cable cars so took some pictures.

Our first stop, the Henderson Wave. It's really beautiful. The view there is rather nice too. Definitely a good place for relaxation and enjoy the serenity.

The platform is made by wooden planks. Believe that bridge has been there for qiute some time, but apparently the planks are in extremely good condition. Very clean, so we didn't give a second thought before lying on it.

My cousin suggested to have a "jumping" shot. I started out jumping alone first while my cousin tried to take a good shot. Jumped a few times, got fed up and ask her to join me too. We jumped countless time for this shot! Lol!

Then I helped my cousins to take one. I was more pro than them. Lol! Only a few jumps before this good shot. Haha! =DAfter resting there for quite some time, we headed for the forest walk. There were two paths; the earth trail or the elevated walkway. We chose the latter cos it was the easier path though longer. Haha! That walk is definitely much better than tree top walk. Though it wasn't as high, it was long enough and have more things to see. =D

After that, we went to Hortpark. Saw this chair swing in their mini garden and rested there for awhile. So fun sitting on the swing that cost $600+. Hoho.

There's alot to see inside Hortpark. There's like a demo room decorated with plants. Super cosy, we sat in there and chatted for quite awhile, remiscing our childhood times together and talked about what we want to do in the future.

Other than these, there are several different themed gardens. There's a butterfly garden that houses alot of butterflies, but it's only opened on the last saturday of every month so we can only peep in from outside. But around the vicinity, there were several butterflies flying around too. Beautiful.

We also saw this Glasshouse that has lots of flowers. We couldn't go in again, but admiring them from outside was enjoyable too.

Hortpark was our last destination. There are more to explore but we were too hungry to continue. Haha! Bus-ed back to habour front and had YaKun toast. What an accomplishment to have walk such a long distance. But the walk is easy la. It's a must to go there again! =D