Thursday, September 17, 2015

Little Worrier

Little worrier
Lay your head to rest
And give yourself some peace
Lines get blurrier
When you make believe
Let the clock unwind
And let go your mind
This time

Does it change a thing
Dwelling down each road of possibilities
Every moments sings
Of some disbelief
Don't make fallen leaves
Speak of solemn trees tonight

Don't worry
Little worrier
Don't hurry the hurt
Let the moment burn
And just take your time
This is your life
Please don't let your tears run dry

Every second past
Is a heartbeat gone
And tucked behind the glass
You can't get it back
It will never last

Don't worry
Little worrier
Don't hurry the hurt
Let the moment burn
And just take your time
This is your life
Please don't let your tears run dry

I'm Feelin' 22

Finally I can say "I'm feelin' 22"! #cheapthrill

Would like to thank everyone who has made my 22nd birthday so incredible! An even more remarkable thing is that my birthday coincided with Polling Day! How awesome is that? I got to vote for the very first time while basking in birthday bliss hahaha.

I had a short weekend getaway in Batam to celebrate my 22nd birthday. We stayed at the HARRIS Resort in Waterfront. The resort was pretty limited in terms of facilities, but their service was excellent, albeit a little slow. 

The view from my room.

We actually got a room with a sea-view, but the scenery was pretty much obscured by the recent haze so... 

At the balcony!

There was a table tennis/ping pong table at the ground floor, which was complimentary for guests to use. Being the suaku people that we are, we were ecstatic to see the equipment. I think I did... decent? HAHA.

The below is my attempt at table tennis:

Anyway, it was a really special birthday and I'm glad I got to spend it with people I love. 


I Lava You

Thursday, September 3, 2015


I dyed my hair again last night after a futile attempt to revert to a dark color the last time I dyed my hair.

This time, however, I succeeded in achieving a really dark black color.

I've been a 'blonde' for so long that I feel so strange sporting black hair now.

I feel weird looking at myself in the mirror. I feel awkward seeing the strands of dark hair beside my face. 

It's just strange.

Thursday, August 13, 2015


Last Sunday, I was fortunate enough to be able to attend the National Day Parade 2015.

Granted, I watched the parade via a live telecast (I was at The Float @ Marina Bay). But it was still an amazing experience! 

This year's parade was exceptionally special as it was SG50. The crowd was ecstatic.


Thursday, August 6, 2015


Having seen the long queue at the Suki-ya outlet in Plaza Sing, coupled with the freshly-acquired knowledge of a student promotion, we headed to the restaurant to indulge in their Shabu Shabu buffet.

For our soup base, we chose the Sukiyaki and Shabu base. I rather liked the Sukiyaki base because it was really aligned towards my affection for sweet and savory food.

The food was pretty decent, and the price was really affordable. 


The service was definitely lacking.

That's all I'm gonna say about that.

After our filling lunch, we headed to the National Museum to check out the exhibitions there.

In light of SG50, the Museum had all sorts of nostalgic items laid in place for visitors.

Check this out!!!

I can still fondly remember those times in Primary School when we would play with the mini version of these erasers by flicking them around the table.

How nostalgic!

I'm really excited for this year's National Day, especially since its SG50! 

I'm so glad to be part of this amazing nation. 

Happy 50th Birthday, Singapore!

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Admonitions to a Special Person

Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.

Watch out for hate,
it can open its mouth and you'll fling yourself out
to eat off your leg, an instant leper.

Watch out for friends,
because when you betray them,
as you will,
they will bury their heads in the toilet
and flush themselves away.

Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.

Watch out for games, the actor's part,
the speech planned, known, given,
for they will give you away
and you will stand like a naked little boy,
pissing on your own child-bed.

Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes) ,
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won't be heard
and none of your running will end.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

Special person,
if I were you I'd pay no attention
to admonitions from me,
made somewhat out of your words
and somewhat out of mine.
A collaboration.
I do not believe a word I have said,
except some, except I think of you like a young tree
with pasted-on leaves and know you'll root
and the real green thing will come.

Let go. Let go.
Oh special person,
possible leaves,
this typewriter likes you on the way to them,
but wants to break crystal glasses
in celebration,
for you,
when the dark crust is thrown off
and you float all around
like a happened balloon.

- Anne Sexton

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

California Dreamin'

Time of the Season

Monday, July 13, 2015


Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Home Sweet Home

I'm back from my week-long holiday in Indonesia!

We visited two volcanoes and toured around the country of a thousand islands.

I suffered a bout of unexpected food poisoning and sore throat, which was a terrible ordeal indeed. But I managed to overcome these impediments and made the best out of my trip. 

Gonna start enjoying the rest of my break before school starts!

Friday, July 3, 2015

Steamboat Craze

Recently I've been having a craving for anything steamboat.

So... For the past week, I've indulged in both steamboat and Mookata. 

I'd just like to say... 

I HIGHLY recommend Hai Di Lao.

The service was absolutely fantastic.

When we entered the restaurant, we were immediately greeted by friendly staff who proceeded to seat us at the waiting area and serve us a delicious snack bowl which included dried banana chips, watermelon, oranges, and caramelized popcorn. We were also served winter melon tea.

There was even a playroom for children, and free express manicure service for ladies.

I was really impressed.

They brought us to the main dining area next, where we were promptly given hot towels by the staff. They even brought us hair ties and aprons.

We ordered a tomato and herbal chicken soup base. The tomato soup was fantastic - we were instantly hooked!

During the meal, we had ordered large intestines. Having had no prior experience with large intestines (Yes, we don't know how to cook them), we dumped the entire bowl of intestines into the boiling soup.

And the outcome?

The soup had a foul odour. We could not stomach it any longer, so we asked for a change of soup. 

It was absolutely our fault for having ordered the large intestines and dumping the contents into the soup, but they gave us a replacement anyway and did not charge us for the intestines.

AND. They even gave us a special bowl of fruits as dessert.

We were completely awed by their amazing service and attention to detail.

For those of you who aren't familiar with Mookata, it is a Thai-style steamboat where the hot pot sits on a trough burning charcoal which grills or steams the ingredients.

I've been hearing about Mookata for the longest time, but never got to try it. So when I saw that Charcoal Thai was having a student promotion, I simply had to try it!

I was a little taken aback by how tiny the pot was. This served two people, which seemed a little small to me.

It was really tiring flipping the meat constantly and ensuring that the meat did not slip down into the tiny rim of soup below. I also found Mookata a little too dry for my liking - I prefer soupy stuff hehe. 

It wasn't a bad experience, and the staff were overall pleasant.

If you are a student and would like to try out affordable Mookata, this might just be your best bet!


You used to have all the answers
And you, you still have them too
And we, we live half in the daytime
And we, we live half at night

Watch things on VCRs
With me and talk about big love
I think we're superstars
You say you think we are the best thing
And you, you just know
You just do

I wanna find myself by the sea
In anothers company
By the sea
I wanna go out to the pier
I'm gonna dive and have no fear
Cos you, you just know
You just do

Watch things on VCRs
With me and talk about big love
I think we're superstars
You say you think we are the best thing
And you, you just know
You just do

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Calendar Girl

If I am lost for a day; try to find me
But if I don't come back, then I won't look behind me
All of the things that I thought were so easy
Just got harder and harder each day

December is darkest and June is the light but this empty bedroom won't make anything right
While out on the landing a friend I forgot to send home
Who waits up for me all through the night

Calendar Girl who's in love with the world
Stay alive
Calendar Girl who's in love with the world
Stay alive

I dreamed I was dying; as I so often do
And when I awoke I was sure it was true
I ran to the window; threw my head to the sky
And said whoever is up there,please don't let me die

But I can't live forever, I can't always be
One day I'll be sand on a beach by a sea
The pages keep turning, I'll mark off each day with a cross
And I'll laugh about all that we've lost

Calendar Girl who is lost to the world
Stay Alive
Calendar Girl who is lost to the world
Stay Alive

January, February, March, April, May
I'm alive

June, July, August, September,October
I'm alive

November, December, you all through the winter,
I'm alive
I'm alive

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Changes, I've never been good with change

Earlier this week, I chopped off my long hair and dyed my hair a darker brown shade.

I've had light blond-ish hair for so long, it still feels really strange sporting dark hair. And... I really miss my super long hair. My hair had been so long it extended past my waist. But my family were telling me that my hair was starting to grow out of shape. Hence the abrupt decision to cut my hair drastically. 

As for the color, I felt like I needed change? I guess ending my internship indicates a new phase of my life, and a physical change really makes me feel much more refreshed and ready to embrace the inevitable discomfort of drastic change.

Changes... I've really never been good with change.

Sunday, June 21, 2015


So last Friday I officially concluded my internship with Citi. 

I was an intern with the Regional Corporate Affairs team for the past 6 months.

We had a really bittersweet farewell on Friday.

I had remarkably pleasant colleagues whom I've developed strong bonds with, and awesome intern friends who have made lunch something to look forward to daily.

Throughout this internship, I gained golden experiences and learned so much.

Thanks to everyone who made this internship such an amazing one!

Friday, June 19, 2015

Malacca Diaries Part Two - 1

Earlier, I uploaded my Malacca Diaries Part One!

Here comes Part Two - 1 of my Malacca Diaries ~

We woke up early the next morning, bright with anticipation for the long day ahead.

Taking a picture as if I was going to eat the hi-tea buffet hahaha :X

Our first stop that day was to a Dimsum place for breakfast. 

The eatery was meant to be somewhat famous. We were not surprised to see a long queue when we arrived.

And so we queued.

I mentioned earlier in Part One that the Malacca natives had a unique way of ordering. This applied to the dimsum as well. 

The dimsum was DELICIOUS. 

The portions were small but satisfying. My favorite dimsum was the Liu Sha Bao. 

The Liu Sha Bao oozed with saccharine goodness when I pried it upon. Unfortunately, my butter fingers caused the warm liquid within to burn my little finger. I almost dropped the Bao in terror.

When I finally tasted the incredible Bao, I was instantly addicted. I had to order two additional plates to satisfy my intense craving.

After breakfast, we went to a popular shop - Nadeje for some Crepe Cake!

Nom nom nom.

I can safely say that the crepe cakes were comparable to Lady M's. It was luscious and creamy. Very yummy indeed!

Friday, May 29, 2015

Malacca Diaries Part One

During the Labor Day long weekend, I traveled to Malacca with my family for a short getaway. 

The motto I embraced when I embarked on the trip was - Eat and Drink.

The journey to Malacca took around 5 hours via coach. We stopped at a nearby 'hawker center' in Johor Bahru (JB) for breakfast after approximately an hour after crossing the customs.

We were all practically starving at that point. I did have breakfast but seeing as my stomach was a bottomless pit, a few bread sticks simply weren't enough :X

The carrot cake was predictably different from the ones we had in Singapore. It was much thicker and chunkier. The flavoring was also drastically different. 

To be honest, I prefer the carrot cake I usually have in Singapore. I prefer the softer texture, and the more flavorsome taste. The one in Malacca was harder and less chewy - it shattered the moment I bit into it.

JB style Wanton Mee and Bee Hoon.

I ordered one spicy Wanton Mee which I specifically asked to be less spicy. I can tolerate spicy food, but I usually prefer not adding any chilli because I'd like to be able to taste the original flavor of the dishes. E calls me a "Non-sauce person", which I absolutely agree with.

Anyway, back to topic! The Wanton Mee was REALLY spicy. And that was the less spicy version -.-"'

Upon finally arriving at our destination - Malacca - we headed to a Satay House to have yummy yummy satay.

I was a little deterred by the long queue, but not my fellow travel companions.

My mom reasoned, "It's a public holiday. There are gonna be queues everywhere."

And I guess I agreed.

So we queued.

And FINALLY - The moment of revelation arrives!

We were all pretty famished at that point, so each of us devoured an estimated 16 sticks.

The sauce was HEAVENLY. It was a combination of peanuts and pineapple, perhaps grounded along with other seasonings. Needless to say, the sauce was tremendously sweet. But it was unique and delicious.

The satay itself, which was made of pork, was less flavorful as the ones in Singapore. If I were to compare JUST the satay, I'd say Singapore satay tasted better. The Malacca satay was less marinated. But when you dip it into the sauce, it becomes... just WOW.

We ordered plate after plate until our stomachs were practically bursting.

Now let me digress a little - The ordering style in Malacca was extremely different from that in Singapore. You took your basic order from the waiters, who would then serve you your first order. Then the waiters would walk around with plates of food in their hands. If you wanted the food they were holding, all you'd have to do is tell them. After your meal, the waiter would come over where they'd count the number of plates on your table and charge you accordingly. 

This ordering system really confused me. I could not fathom how the waiters would be able to keep track of everything. But who am I to question their efficacy? After all, they did serve us our food.

Our next stop was right beside a drain. Yes, a drain.

I was excited to visit the place because its rare to find such places in Singapore. Imagine that, being excited to eat by a drain -.-"' 

This place, which I forgot the name, was insanely famous for its cockles which they call, "Si Hum". It was hidden in a small alley, which I later discovered was part of a road. An actual road with vehicles. 

It was packed full of patrons who were mostly tourists. I noticed a couple of tourists from China. 

We settled down in an 'indoors' area which could accomodate more people. 

The tables were low and we had to sit on stools.

There were holes in the table where small buckets were placed. These were the 'dustbins' where we were meant to throw our cockle shells. 

We told the waiter to serve us whatever they had. He came back with these -

Now at this point, I'd like to say, I did not enjoy this meal at all. 

The food was, at best, average. The shellfish were small and unappetizing. It did not help that we were all crammed around a small table that was stout and dirty. The place was squalid and in obvious disarray. 

I felt almost claustrophobic.

When we exited the place, I saw how they prepared the food. The drinks they served us was in a large bucket that looked unwashed. I watched as the waiter rinsed the dirty cups in a large bucket of water that looked almost... brown. He then dumped the drinks into these dirty cups callously and served them to the unsuspecting customers. 

The cuttlefish was hanging on hooks where flies hovered above them. The flies have almost entirely claimed the slices of cuttlefish, until the chef used his bare hands to remove the latter from the hooks and served them to awaiting patrons. These customers seem undeterred by the lack of hygiene, and were eager to sample the dishes. 

We scuttled away.

It was evening when we had finished our meal.

We wanted to try Cendol, a Malacca specialty, and our driver recommended this place in Jonker Street. He told us how the coconut shavings were fresh, and how absolutely delicious the Cendol was. We were instantly tempted. 

To be honest, I could barely taste the difference between good and bad Cendol. They all tasted equally delectable.

I poured the entire cup of Gula Melaka (a type of sugar for which Malacca was renowned for) into my bowl.

For those who don't already know, Malacca's heritage revolves around Peranakan culture. We simply had to try the Nyonya Zhang (Peranakan style dumpling). 

The tip of the dumpling was an intriguing blue. My aunt explained that an authentic Nyonya Zhang was supposed to have a blue stain, which was made from flowers. These days, however, many people use food coloring to produce the blue color.

Well, this marks the end of the first part of my Malacca diaries!

Til next time then ~