October 18th, 2017

Starting 5 years ago, I had to move about once a year. Why? I became an international student that stayed on campus.

So once a year, I pack up all my stuff, fly to Australia, move into the accommodation, and pack up everything plus new things I accumulated over the 10 months, store them somewhere, fly back home. Rinse and repeat for the next 3 years. Finally deciding to live off campus with le bf (we rented separate rooms in the same house), I have just been accumulating stuff for the past two years, packing only a luggage and flying home at the end of the year.

Now, I’m moving again but this time, to the city, a 2 – 3 hour drive, with le bf (same thing, two rooms, but an apartment this time) and holy shit. I hate moving, I hate packing. All the forgotten stuff resurfaces and you wonder why you needed X item in the first place.

To top it off, after I move, I’ll fly back home AND move again because our place got en bloc. Parent already bought a new place but guess what? Turns out that new place might get en bloc too! That’s A LOT of moving (and a ton of stamp duty to pay because in Singapore, the government charges you around 12% of sold price if you move within a year.) Not to mention, dad went on an antique shopping spree and bought a huuuuge bed, a standing clock, and a few other lamps and mirrors and little pieces so to move all that would be an absolute nightmare. (Also to find a place that can fit all his antiques is a challenge.)

God help us.

September 22nd, 2017

Yesterday was our 2nd Anniversary. How time files.

As a tradition I started, a new piece of “art” was added to his collection (Handmade yearly with acrylic paint). May there be many more to come.

Anyway, the bf had to go to Sydney for a meeting so I went down with him. (Also to look around the place we thought was a good place to rent he if gets the job). Side note, he didn’t make me a card / write a note or give me chocolates like last year mostly because he had been busy with preparing slides for a presentation (to get an internship) as well as edit his thesis, which was a valid reason. (Slightly salty but completely understandable.)

So, after his meeting, we went to Ding Tai Fung for some dumplings and I dragged him to Pandora on a whim.
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April 22nd, 2017

I found my old blog on blogger.

Teenage me was sure dramatic. Reading back, half of the angry/sad posts, I don’t even remember what they were about. People come and go, friendships do fall apart, backstabbing happens but sure felt as though my world was crashing down at that point.

Even though I didn’t get into the whole chatspeak phase, I cringed at my writing. Triple exclamation marks, triple question marks, and I abused ellipsis to no end. Bad grammar, typos here and there, a fair share of dramatizing, plus plenty of lingo that were deemed “cool” but definitely cringe worthy now, well, I guess people do learn.

I’m thinking of importing them, fixing the typos, editing bits of it because paragraph are an actual thing, and rephrasing some of them and getting rid of those overused “…” but then it wouldn’t be true to my teenage years. (Then again, it’s so cringe-y that I just want to burn them all.)

Edit 9/12/2017 :// Okay I imported them and published it. Growing pains, I guess.
I also realised I kept using its instead of it’s. Did my apostrophe disappear when I imported them or did I have bad grammar?

April 19th, 2017

Once every two years (or so), I will look at my blog and go “Oh, I should give it a new layout” and every time, I realize how god awful coding is and regret not practicing more to commit html to memory. What is array. What are loops. What is wordpress.

“Let’s add a featured image!” Well, image size won’t listen to me. Either it gets too stretched out or for some strange reason, it just ends up blurry on certain images. Functions won’t listen to me either. It either adjusts the image by height or width and not both.

“Let’s start a comment section!” How to comments. Took me about four hours to hunt for a basic code and figure out why my css isn’t applying to the comment sections. Read More

April 15th, 2017

Last year, he sneaked into my room and tried to arrange a chocolate bunny pooping Easter eggs on my desk. This year, it was an Easter egg hunt and after an entire morning of searching our rented granny flat (aka a very small house), I apparently haven’t found all of them yet.
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Before I have my picture vomit, there was an egg outside that got attacked by what I suspect, a magpie. Read More