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Hi all. Guess who has time to blog!!! I actually opened the dashboard at about 1pm but I’m only starting at 5.50.

I had ice cream and went to a farmer’s market. They were selling XL clams and super fresh oysters! That got me pretty stoked because I have yet to see these kind of markets in Singapore, selling not only artsy stuff but farmed seafood! It reminded me of the time I went to one of the farmers market back in Vancouver and we bought a bag of live clams! So you put them in salt water so they will spit out the sand in them and also stay fresh and alive. Sam them went on and cooked clam spaghetti vongole! Fresh seafood is always amazing.

Yep, i mentioned they were selling fresh oysters as well. I had pretty bad experiences with oysters so I stay away from them. I’ve never had fresh ones though and am waiting for my chance to go to Australia to try them. I didn’t know Singapore had fresh ones that did not cost me an arm to try.

So they are called Sea Farmers @ Ubin! The woman there convinced me that fresh oysters really taste super different! They do not have the fishy taste (that Shilin’s mee sua has). So Kenny being pretty experienced with oysters, squeezed some lime and a few drops of tabasco sauce on them. We got 2 “Sweetheart” and 1 “Rockstar” oysters for $10. It entered my mouth and the deal was sealed.

I love oysters.

I am guessing I would love them as much as I love clams. Although I love the texture of clams more but hey, it’s a new addition. Now I can proudly say I love oysters!

Now it is time for a nap. I miss naps. Anybody miss naps? I do. So so much.

“Baby, come here.”

-Drives to the shelter-

“I can walk from there. It’s just drizzling.”
“Omg, no. What if you fall sick from that!”

“It’s 7 months. What if something happens to us until then?”
“If anything happens to us in the middle,ย then we will talk it out. On the plane too. We have 5 hours. We will have settled it by the time we reach.

On growing up and love

Whilst ending that post, I really want to get into another topic but I didn’t want it to put it all in a post. It’s too wordy.

Growing up means, the expectations of what you want in a partner changes. Instead of just pure attraction, you start to find someone you can live with. Someone who can take care of you, build a family. It’s more of like, finding someone to get through the phases of life with. You want to find someone with money, a stable income so you won’t have to worry about having no money in the future. It gets more and more conditional as we get older. Blind dates are selected based on physical attributes from the face, to the job. Arranged marriages as well. You need to be of a certain calibre before you can get introduced.

I’ve been thinking about it since secondary school. I thought how sad it would be if I found someone based on how he can take care of me instead of really falling in love with that person. I liked secondary school. It was based simply on attraction, everything else that comes with is a bonus.

The face matters because it affects the face of your child. The money matters because you don’t want to struggle in the future. The status matters because you want a good reputation.

It’s all about you, not just about love anymore. It’s about how you are going to survive. You don’t look with your heart but with your eyes.

I understand that reality smacks us in the face every now and then and causes pure love to run out but I still seek for the innocence of it.

But I found it in you. We could both be blindfolded, knowing nothing but our voices, and I’d still fall for the way you make me laugh, how hard it is for you to express yourself and the weird way you eat your food. Nothing else matters other than what I feel for you.

So even after the blindfolds come off, I’d love you all the same.


I’ve settled down to a life of wanting to die after 10pm and it gets easier and easier, surprisingly. How easy it is to fall into a routine and it’s actually a comfortable one. The old me who had plenty of time to sleep and take naps during the day, felt taken aback every time she meets her friend at about 7 and they wanted to leave at 9 plus. I was like, “Just two hours?! Really?”

Now I get it.

The body wakes up really early now. I’m usually contented with 2 meals because if you wake up around 9 or 10, brunch will suffice. Now I need breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not sure about supper but I know I need all three meals now. If I skip breakfast, I’ll feel extremely famished when lunch time comes around. Lunch time actually feels like a mood booster now instead of just a meal. However, my tummy isn’t accustomed to breakfast yet. I remember having a cup of milo at about 8am and my stomach felt queasy. It cannot be that I’m allergic to dairy (although now thinking about it, I haven’t been drinking milk. The dairy I regularly take are all ice cream and cheeses. Mostly ice cream) so it’s probably just the whole waking up ย and eating too early.

I don’t dread a day like that anymore. I used to keep pushing away the time to get into a full time job routine; pushing away growing up. Life forces you to grow up whether you want it or not. I can’t keep living like I’m 18 all the time.

So here is to most of my friends who have already fell into this routine, fallen, have yet to enter this cycle, I wish you all the best.

Trust me

To you,

Trust me,
I will love you like no other

Trust me,
I won’t let you fall

Trust me,
I’ll get you believe again

Trust me,
I don’t think Iย do better when it comes to you

Trust me,
your heart is safe in my hands

Trust me,
I’ll walk through it all with you

Trust me,
I won’t leave you

Trust me,
we can do this together

Falling for you

“Falling for him wasnโ€™t like a fairy tale. It wasnโ€™t meeting him for the first time and knowing that he is the one for me. Falling for him was like trying to play a song. It was like learning a new note everyday and slowly learning how to play the whole song.”