Night out while the malls light out

Today I had a long day:

8:30 - 12pm teaching @ Jurong West/East (yes, exactly on the intersection)
1:45 - 3:30 teaching @ Yew Tee
5:30 - 6:30 aural lessons @ syco (we were all locked out, including the teachedr, the rooms were locked and the place swarmed with Band people using the place for SYF rehearsals)
7:15 till late: mall with Eileen

The night out was fun, I bought a new nail polish from the Face Shop, and no, it wasn't $2.90. It's the new series @ $7.90. Then we went to the sky garden hearing that there is some star-gazing activity going on. We didn't get to see the stars but I took this picture.



Eileen didn't know Wisma had a sky garden and I didn't know the fish tank is now face shop. When I was very young, before I even went to kindergarten, my parents will take me and my grandparents there (and sometimes raffles city which was well known as SOGO then). We will always do two things at WISMA: go to the skygarden where there used to be a "high-class" playground with artificial carpet grass and plastic linked up playground slide sets. In the 1980s that's something very new. Let me find time to dig out my photos and post them here.

oh yes, I found two of the photos in my computer. Don't be surprised, though I was young this SURE is WISMA.

Tired

For some reasons, I felt physically tired today after a mere two periods of 55mins each with my two classes. Where is the energetic and optimistic Xintian? I hope this down period will be over soon. I am now typing this entry, thinking about how much my life and lifestyle has changed and how much more will it have to change. I must do something about it to make myself happy, but I am really very tired: mentally and physically. Sometimes I think it may not be a totally bad idea to have a sugar daddy. Some other man who will take me out if our schedules match and take me to breathe fresh air, enjoy tea, look at things I have never took notice of, basically let me know that there are loving souls who care about me and that kind of love goes beyond the romantic. I mean, ask a young men near my age frequently to keep me company, he will probably think I am up to something, trying to hook him and stuff, or just find it too tiring to upkeep the “duty” of keeping me company, or fear that I may love him and devour him like a female praying mantis? Sometimes Men are difficult to understand.