“Which part of your boyfriend’s job do you hate the most?” 

What?!! It’s like picking your favourite child! I hate e v e r y part of this job. 


But tonight, I exceptionally hate night dives. Pfffft. 


Big 3-0

Happy Birthday V. 

Yes, you seemed sexier this morning than the previous night. *just because* you turn 30. 

Stay young, stay safe, stay sexy. 

Always and all ways. 


Having an ice cold beer while typing this post because I’m classy as fuck. Classy is me. Also, listening to a Cantonese song V introduced to me despite having no idea what it means. Classy.

This year has passed TOO QUICKLY. Not in the cliche kind of way but woah…. I was just having Fat Tuesdays on a 11 deg cold Vegas day missing my boyfriend, and now its the last day of 2013.

Knowing a shabu pot is the way to my heart, V brought me out for new year’s eve dinner! Lovely shabu swimming in my belly ❤ ❤

This year I’m grateful for the bounty the Lord has given me.

A gym membership which I have to make use of. A job with a stable pay. A house to stay in. A constant supply for food(of literally whatever I want). A bank account more than enough to feed my online shopping obsession. A chance to travel.

My mom, dad, brother and Shanna.

My colleagues. Friends(whoever is left).

My boyfriend.

2014 resolution? To treat myself better because I actually deserve it. Also, to lose weight. My resolution since 1992.

Also, I’ll be 22 years old. Kua kua thinking of marriage and children already. STAHP.

Blessed new years everyone. xxxxx

You refuse to talk to me, or anyone one else.

You won’t pick up my calls, you won’t reply my texts. I understand it’s difficult – what you’re going through, but I need to know you’re okay.

My heart is breaking.

Come back to me. Please.

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Suddenly, I feel content.

Whatever tribulations I’ve/we’ve gone/going through, it’s definitely gonna get better. It’s gonna be worth it.

“You’ll find out later”

Find out what?

“What it’s like living together

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C: How do you tahan your boyfriend disappearing? I don’t understand!

S: Just think of it that he’ll come back tomorrow, and when he doesn’t come home, I know he will be back tomorrow. If not, tomorrow.

C: Wow that’s really positive.

S: 2 years and forever to go. I need to be positive.

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I was listening to Kelly Clarkson’s new Christmas album, Wrapped in Red. I particularly love one song – 4 Carats.

It’s catchy and fast-paced and the lyrics really spoke to me.

“…You to bring me
Something shiny

Oh my diamond ring
Just a little something from Tiffany
Or a big ruby….

…Oh Santa make my Christmas theme
4 carats please”


Evidently, I played to everyone I know – including V so that they *hopefully* get the hint and probably, possibly, maybe….. They(mostly V), will get me a diamond ring. NOT for Christmas but…. You know….

*sidenote* I’m very straightforward with my hints. There’s nothing about being subtle in my messages.

S: I’ve been very into Christmas songs lately!!

V: But it’s not Christmas!

– This goes on for a few minutes.

S: OKOK listen to this one. Very nice.

V: What’s the title?

S: 4 carats!

V: 4 carats(carrots)? I give you 5 la!


V: Alright, 3?

S: Er ok la can.

V: 2? 1? 0.5? 0.25?

S: Eh you’re just pushing it!!! Might as well give me the silver band!

V: Ok I’ll buy for you 10 carats(carrots) tomorrow.

S: OHHHH MYYYY GODDDD OKAY THA….omg you meant carrots from the market! Arrrrgggghhhh.

V: We go wet market. Cheaper.

S: Walao I thought you’d bring me to some atas place to buy carrots…… Not even NTUC!

I don’t expect 10 carats though. Maybe 4? OK KIDDING. I accept however he buys for me hee hee.

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Sunday off day.

Too late for a gym class(they had a 90 minute special fight club pffffft) so I just clocked in some cardio. V’s house and fridge is empty of food, including maggi mee, so I decided to do some grocery shopping. Bought those danish butter cookies(the one in the blue tin) because V has been dreaming of it, literally. Got some tuna, salad mix, potato….. Why am I even blogging this?!

Ate a salad.

Walked home from the mall.

Ate somemore(I blame my very sudden, very regular menstrual cycle)


Texted V. “Bao I’m bored”

YouTube. Grey’s. Glee. Masterchef US.


And looks like I’m not heading to Sydney anymore.

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