Reasons why I don't trust my brothers

Photos I take of them: 

Photos they take of me:

This might possibly be the most abandoned site on the Internet but I reckon I'm PMSing so here are 2 things


1. Why do hotels continue to use bar soap despite the fact that

• no one who stays in a hotel actually uses A L L, or most of it for that matter 
• it's unhygienic since you dirty it when you rub it all over your hands - then the next human who uses it gets that crap on themselves, and their own crap on the soap - repeat
• the packaging and soap gets thrown away each time, 

when they could just have classy (or ugly) looking soap-dispensers in bottle form which wouldn't exactly require them to dump out the soap every time it's used? I mean, if it's a branding thing it wouldn't be too difficult to slap a sticker on the soap bottle, would it? Someone enlighten me please.

2. No one should be entitled to call a country "theirs" just because they're born in it, belong to a race majority there, or have had a long line of ancestors living in the same place. The way I see it, there are plenty of foreigners who could be better Singaporeans than some Singaporeans are. And I'd say the same applies for other countries out there (cue sarcastic smiley).

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This Saturday night's feeble attempt to do something productive while still feeling sore about being left in SG:

ON THE FINAL-EST DAY of one of my favourite trips - 

Marakoopa Caves. They weren't kidding when they said it was going to be 9 degrees celsius and ridiculously cold. I really need to start heeding advice more often.

Lunch at the queen of all #cafegoals, serving amazing food with 10/10 service - Marakoopa Cafe.

Stress-drove the entire way to Cradle Mountain 'cos we were running out of fuel and it was a PH in Aussie (who knew) so nothing was bloody open and for at least an hour I thought we were just going to be left on the mountain with no petrol and a bag of chips to share for the rest of the night. But I guess I must have done something right at some point in my life because there was a mini petrol station at the Cradle Mountain service centre (!!!!!!!)

But I ended up leaving my sunglasses in the shuttle bus after that so............. you win some you lose sum but at least I didn't have to spend the night fending off wolves and sharing ONE bag of chips.

We took a 2h hike around Dove Lake but it honestly felt like 3. Also mostly my fault cos I walk at the speed of the-opposite-of-light, was complaining about the heat AND cold (?? Geez Tasmania), was hungry, was thirsty, was tired, and took about 200 photos.

My bank account is still struggling to serve my emotional needs (impulse shopping), but absolutely no regrets for this stunner.

Grindelwald, Switzerland

In need of sleep, space and more sleep,

T4ssie

It has finally finally hit me that my friends are jetting off on their grad trip adventures and I'm left in Singapore to die at my work desk and build my extensive shopping lists to help make myself feel better. I plan to live vicariously through their travels by demanding for new photos to be sent every now and then and to also be included in their travel-planning chat.

Also I predict more "finally"s will be added to the list because not everyone is sprawled all over the globe yet. So when the full force of jealousy takes over, I will probably either
a) go to bed for a very long time
b) book 3 new trips
c) binge watch shows
d) all of the above and at the same time

Here I present to you Part 1 of SarahWantsToGoOnAGradTripToo-PleaseDontLeaveMeBehind-WhyDoYouDoThis in conjunction with Part 4 of Tassie aka T4ssie

So this was Launceston where we lived in a cosy af Airbnb apartment on the top of a.. hill/mound/thing but it had insane views. Made me ridiculously happy every time I stepped out of the house to get into the driver's seat to be adulty with my driving capabilities and all.

We went to Cataract Gorge thanks to the host's recommendations, TripAdvisor reviews and the fact that it was a 4 min drive.

Might as well have been called Cataract Gorge-ous cos I legit could not stop saying "Omg I love it this is our best find so far I love it I love it". The public pool - The First Basin - was of the loveliest colour of blue possible on a warm (not humid - SG i'm looking at you) breezy Sunday afternoon. 

We very reluctantly left for Hillwood strawberry farm after which honestly wasn't that great because most of the good berries were gone by the time we got there + the ones we did find were just O K

And then Low Head Coastal Beach for fairy penguins,

The penguin looks like an alien here and I have no way of reassuring you that this isn't it's real form because of how dark it was there.

The tour was 20AUD, the air was cold and the bushes spiky, but on that day I'd seen fairy penguins, gorgeous shades of blue and a brilliant sunset so nothing could have stopped me from going to bed happy.

... Not even driving through 60km where only 20% of the road was lit.

SLEEPovers

Down with the flu, cough and a sore throat but I also managed to get 45mins of alone/dog time lying on the couch scrolling through Instagram, stalking everyone (thankful for the times when people decide to un-private their accounts), watching snapchats and replying messages.

Had a sleepover at RS's last night with some people who make me very very happy (which would have included Cheryl but she was sick af and KW but he was busy af). RS very lovingly cooked us pasta and prepared the beds for us, Char brought us Bake cheese tarts, KW offered to buy us supper and I contributed absolutely nothing.

We slept at 4 (!!!!!???????!!!!??) talking about .. i don't remember now actually, but the Lee household have the homeliest home and the creepiest poster of a laughing Ruishen hung high up in his bedroom for all who lie in his bed to lovingly gaze at.

I need more weekends like this. Thanks RS, we'll be back soon <:

Reality check

On Monday I OT-ed, grumpily took the MRT home with the hopes of making it to bed by 11pm to avoid falling asleep at work the next day. And of course that never happened becos 1) you've seen enough 9gag to know for a fact it never happens, and 2) the MRT broke down at Dover.

Of course I was mad. I was so0o0o0o0o close to a warm shower, hot food and an inviting bed, but instead I took 2 buses squeezing with what felt like the entire population of Ang Mo Kio.

So I spent the next 40 mins angry-texting/snapchatting about the pains of life and the meaning of it all if life were to be this horrible after a long day at work.

And after awhile (yeah took me long enough) it finally dawned on me that the breakdown probably meant a whole ton of other tired and hungry people having to leave in the middle of dinner or a break to help out with the breakdown, putting in more manpower to deal with the crowds, shuttling angry and frustrated passengers to more accessible areas, working out the mechanical and electrical issues with the circuits and spending the rest of the night and possibly week writing report after report.

An hour ago I was closing the windows in the living room getting ready to head to bed (see, still not sleeping despite them efforts) when I noticed the car-washing uncle still downstairs - armed with his yellow cloth, red pail and bicycle for another night's work. So I creepily stood there for a good 5 minutes just watching him work his way around the cars - at 12.32am. Of course my imagination ran wild and by the time I decided it was time to quit being a stalker, I'd already conjured up a dramatic tale of his life story.

Here's a terribly blurry photos from me 'cos lighting x moving subject x lousy photographer.

I guess at the end of it all, we're all individuals trying to survive in this unfeeling world. Each with our own interests, obligations and a varying limitation of options. So here's my reality check and reminder that we all have our share of struggles and dreams.


Well, except for the assholes who selfishly stand on the right side of the escalator during peak hours and the other assholes who don't make space in the MRTs. Y'all are jerks.