Day Fifteen: Can I retire already?


Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force. How does that make you feel?


I can’t think of any. Seriously.

I never liked attending any events because I’m a socially awkward introvert. My entire family calls me 宅女 (zhai nv), which translates literally to “home girl”, which means that I take immense pleasure in staying cooped up at home.


Look! My cousin even got me a badge certifying my 宅-ness.

When asked, “What do you want to do after you retire?”, most people would give answers like, “I want to travel the world!!!!!!!!!!”. I am not most people. Sure, I’d like to see different parts of the world and experience first-hand just how small we all are. But the idea of having to pack, leaving the house, going through airport customs, being stranded with so many human beings 30,000 feet above sea level, going through airport customs again and having to unpack just puts me off. I have not a single adventurous neuron in me at all (^-^”)

My idea of retirement is simple. Draw, paint, paste, read, cook, sew, write, arrange some flowers, throw some pots… I just want to stay home (lol) and create. Is that too much to ask for?

I don’t know why, but going out simply strips me of my mental chakra. These few months of juggling two jobs have been so bad, I haven’t been able to start on any new books at all. So I went back to seeking solace in the magical world of Harry Potter. The HP books are my form of escape (hurhur, I sound so cliché).

September can’t come quickly enough.

June 2014


Caution: This post is all about meeeeeeeee! Hehehe!

02 Writing 101

It’s been more than a month since the writing challenge started and… I’m still nowhere near the end (^-^”) It has been fun though, reading various posts by other bloggers and meeting (virtually, of course) fellow Singaporeans on WordPress.

07 I might have green fingers, hehe

It was relatively quiet at the flower shop when I reached in the afternoon so Anna decided to teach me how to pot some plants. It’s super easy and fun!

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Peperomia Rotundifolia (or Obtusifolia? I’m not too sure which)

09 Back to School

Made a trip back to SP during lunch hour to collect my transcript. I was so looking forward to eating my favourite cai fan (mixed vegetable rice) from FC2 but was met with disappointment after walking all the way there despite the scorching heat to find it closed as it was the school holidays. Awh man. Settled for the zha jiang mian (bean paste noodles) at FC3 eventually.

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Also one of my faves :D

12 Meet-up with Toing

Min was supposed to join us but she had to work overtime at the last minute, so a date with Toing it was.

13 Friday Thirteen

Turned out to be a good day. Had an impromptu sumptuous dinner at 2D1N Sojubang with Jo and Jing. Kimchi pancakes are soooooo goood! And side dishes too!

14 Family Lunch

EGG came back from Beijing (& Medan) for a short while and we went for a buffet at Man Heng Restaurant at Boon Keng before he went back again. EGG, Tiwi & I reached the restaurant earlier and we asked the manager, “Which are your signature dishes?”. He then pointed to the menu that we were holding and replied coolly, “It’s all there”. I just couldn’t stop laughing afterwards. HAHAHA. Anyway, it was a typical chinese eight-course meal kind of buffet where you can order as many dishes as you want. In my opinion, it was pretty worth the price if you’re a big-eater.

19 Maleficent

Another impromptu outing with my childhood buds. It was a mad rush though because experiments ended slightly later that day and I had to fly to the mall to get tickets before it was sold out. Upon reaching the cinema, however, I was told that NETS were not accepted and I didn’t have sufficient cash on me (oh boy). So I went all the way back to the basement where the ATMs are, and on my way there, my flats died on me (!!!) Limped my way to BHG where I bought a new pair of shoes under 5 minutes. So lucky to have the flats dying in a mall. It was a good movie nevertheless, enjoyed the time spent with Jing & Sean :)

20 Victor’s Birthday Party

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I was ‘coerced’ into attending. LOL. But am glad that I was.

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Ta-da! Stole this from Salanne.

22 Ahmah’s Birthday Party

There were fewer people this year because xiaogu’s family was visiting Nigel in London and only half of dagu’s family came as they had other functions to attend. As usual, zipek was having the time of his life at the karaoke machine and we were served good food throughout the night.

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Orh Nee (Yam Paste Dessert) – Teochew delight my grandmother loves, and a must-have every year :)

28 Anna’s Farewell Dinner

We had pizza and drumlets in the flower shop (lol) as a farewell dinner for Anna. I finally met Auntie Kim (from the main office) that day. I’d miss Anna (not her constant nagging though, teehee!), she was a good mentor.

29 Transformers

Three hours in the cinema. I almost fell asleep if not for the thunderous sounds from all the fight scenes. I think the first movie was still the best.

In conclusion, June was a month of food and celebration. You can’t separate the two I guess.

Day Fourteen: Beancurd?


Pick up the nearest book and flip to Page 29. Write what jumped out in the form of a letter.


Hi. When I first laid eyes on you, all I could think of were beancurds.

Dou Gan?


Please do not take it personally, but blame it on my ignorance instead. However, do be lenient because that was what brought you here in the first place. Also, to make up for my rudeness, I have since consulted with Google and have now updated my knowledge of you.

First, pronunciation. The lady from Google Translate told me it’s tu-kern. Not tou-kan or dou-gan. I have never learnt the English phonics, you see.

So tu-kern, what exactly are you?


Ah, a bird! That explains a lot. Google Image also showed me what a colourful one you are.

You know, both of us love fruits so much, I’m sure we would have been best friends if you weren’t living halfway across the globe from where I live. Nevertheless, it was really nice meeting you, Toucan.

P/S: Your bill sure looks like a vibrant crab claw!

P/P/S: I’ll treat you to a lizard feast if you ever decide to come over my place some time ;)

Day Thirteen: Found Some, Broke Some


Today, write about finding something. View Day Four’s post and today’s post as installments in a series.


“Thank you Mrs Ngain,” the class bowed.

Was that a smirk?


What did it mean?

The answers to those questions, Primary Two straw-headed Siqi never found out. Twelve years later, her wiser older self had only two explanations.

The first. She was being such a sufferable snobbish show-off, that the disappearance of the flaunted item was a delight to Brenda.

The second. Brenda was the one who stole it.

Of course, the truth was never found out about. But whatever the case, there was one thing that she found that day which has remained in her ever since.

That sometimes even friends cannot be trusted.

Brenda, oh Brenda. How are you going to fix what you’ve broke?



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The nicest thing happened to me yesterday! :)

At the flower shop, a lady came in looking for a bouquet.

One of the ready-made ones in the cooler caught her eye.

Orange roses, champagne eustomas, forget-me-nots, purple wax flowers, baby’s breath

She requested for the roses to be changed to shocking pink, paid, and went shopping. 30 minutes later just as I was putting the finishing touches on her bouquet, she returned.

“Wow, that’s so pretty!” she pointed to the blooms in my hands, “Oh, but that’s not mine right?” she then wandered further into the shop looking for ‘her bouquet’.

For a moment, I stood perplexed, with her flowers in hand.

“Ah, but this is yours,” I finally presented it to her with a smile, after like forty-nine seconds.

What happened next was like a dream.

“But this is SO pretty!” she exclaimed, almost on the verge of tears (?)

She thanked me profusely and even gave me a hug before leaving! As if that wasn’t already enough, she returned once again after a while to pass me some candies (featured above) and proceeded to shower upon me all sorts of compliments, making me blush \(o^-^o”)/

Little does she know that I am probably more thankful for her actions and kind words than she is for the arrangement. Thank you :’)

Day Twelve: Drat!


Write a post with roots in a real-world conversation. For a twist, include foreshadowing.


Submerged in 80% alcohol, the carcasses laid motionless in their respective packages.

I was loading my gels, and praying earnestly that it’ll work this time – a perfectly ordinary day at work. That is, until the usual silence got broken by employees from the other group.

“How many have you killed?”

“None,” came her reply.

“Wait! Did you mean today only? Or my entire career thus far?” she added after a second thought. “You know I can’t answer the latter. I’ve lost count!” she chuckled.

The man in white giggled like a little girl.

“You deserve to die, you! Killed so many!” he exclaimed, in between his bouts of ‘heheehee’s.

“Unlike you,” she scoffed, “you deserved to die since the day you were born, even without killing any.”

The man in white only laughed some more. His giggles were so infectious, I couldn’t help but join in as well. Subtly, of course, lest they find out about my eavesdropping. But the damage has been done. One of my agarose wells got punctured by the pipette in my hand, trembling hard from trying to reign in my laughter.

And stowed aside in a box, in the corner of the laboratory bench, those dead mice sat, patiently awaiting the day their deaths would be worth the while.

Day Eleven: Home


Tell us about the home you lived in when you were twelve. Vary your sentence lengths.


There’s a difference between a house and a home.

I’ve been living in the same house since forever. So, it’s hard recalling what it was like when I was twelve. I guess the biggest difference about it is that DGG’s room is now mine, and that the bed in EGG’s room is now in DGG’s house.

Now, more about my twelve year old home.

It consists of a very skinny mum, a very skinny DGG, a very skinny EGG, and a slightly plump Siqi. Although our appearances have changed drastically since then, my family is still pretty much the same. Except for the addition of two new members – SJJ & BB.

Every night, we’ll gather around our majestic marble dining table for a home-cooked meal prepared by my mum. Without fail. We’ll share with one another about our day and stuff like that throughout dinner. Well actually, I’m the one spewing rubbish non-stop all the time and DGG used to criticize my severe case of verbal diarrhea. But you know, that’s all in the job description of being the youngest in the family. I think I did (and am still doing) a great job. HA!

This dinner routine thingy has been in place in our home since before I was born.

I do hope it’ll never stop.