After trying to save one client account yesterday, I rewarded myself with another 90 min foot and body massage in Chinatown because the four working days in Singapore really sapped any semblance of life out of me.

I had my first massage when I arrived on Sunday and had another one Thursday night before I left on Friday. All I can say is, I don’t want to have a lady masseuse anymore. My tired muscles and knots are not cooperating with female therapists; they don’t have enough power to subdue my knotted muscles.

I also made sure that I get to eat at hawker centers or kopi tiam because this is the last trip to Singapore for me this year, I think. I better go for the authentic Singapore taste—the hawker food and the ambience.

I’ve almost forgotten that they don’t make spicy food tame here.

By the end of my lunch yesterday, I was profusely sweating and I simply refused to eat the red bird’s eye chilis.

And I swear this is the last time I will buy a bag here…🤦🏻‍♀️ Because I just got myself a dupe Chanel mini handbag.

Since I have a mini bag now for meetings and evening events, I had passed on to my mom one of the Coach mini bags that she has been eyeing in my collection. She was so happy when I gave it to her in its original box this morning. The next time I order again from the US, I will buy her another one, probably a pretty Kate Spade shoulder bag. Maybe during the Fourth of July sale or Black Friday.

I won’t be in Singapore any time soon so my bag and shoe shopping will stop.

We just watched the musical production of my kids’ school—the main reason why I had to go home early. Last year I missed their graduation ceremony because I was also in Singapore, too, to moderate two panel discussions.

The end.