"We want alot of things in life,
but it doesn't mean that we need them
to be happy," says the pie maker (Pushing Daisies)

I want to be slim and beautiful
I want to be rich
I want to be able to feast on good food without
having to put on weight
or having to work a day in my life.

So unrealistic.

Over the years,
I've simply learnt to only want to be happy.
And being happy is spending precious Saturdays with people who are important to me,
so I can laugh like there's no tomorrow,
eat like a pig,
and be as silly as I want
without a care about consequences.

So last Saturday,
I chose to spend it with my girlfrens from secondary sch (like what's new ?)

It was a beautiful Saturday.
The most precious day of the week,
and I chose to gif it to my fren, WoWo,
who needs to shop for a fridge with four ticks energy-saving level.

We checked out the electrical store in my quiet neighbourhood,
then hopped over to everything-also-have Toa Payoh.
And while we were in the midst of combing Toa Payoh central,
we walked past a hair salon.

No, I did not go in and chop off anymore hair.

Wowo was sharing that that salon was not bad.
At least her hair dresser's not bad.
Curious,
my provider and I prodded her for name,
or descriptions of what that not-bad hairdresser looked like
so that we can go to her to tidy our almost non-existent mane.

And she pointed at me,

"Like you lor, 肥肥 (fat fat) de!!"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(*^&^%^%#&^()*%$#$#@

The 3 letter word that I worked so hard to disassociate myself from
surfaced once again to haunt me.
I was traumatised enough during my time in "the world's local bank"
when a colleague called me F**.

And just when I've learnt to put it all behind me.....
When I regard regarded her as important enough to give my Saturday evening to......
in search of a fridge with 4 ticks and of a reasonable budget with no dimensions
of her home to reference to somemore.....

*Eyes brimming with tears that are threatening to overflow, daintily (of cos)*
*Dabs edge of eyes with a silk hanky (daintily of cos)*

"So what do you need to be happy?" Asked Chuck to the pie maker.
"You," he replied simply.

As for me,
what I need is even simpler.
I just need to get my butt out of my house,
and run more.