My new home

I love my new place. I have a slightly bigger room, a bigger bathroom and I am very near to everything. I am not only living near the town centre (centre ville en Francaise) but I am also at the centre of Singapore (I think).

I have also attempted to decorate my room to look Shabby Chic and it has kinda worked, with the help of IKEA stuff. White country style wooden chair and a very nice and simple lamp. I know, I know, shabby chic is supposed to be old furniture given new lease of life but nobody said that I could not use new stuff. There is no hard and fast rule.

I have also found a shop (or two) at Thomson Plaza that sells country style furniture and nick-nacks. I was very tempted to buy the whole shop worth of things but stopped myself just in time.

My bed, which was especially made ten years ago and has followed me from the old to new place. I used to hate it probably due to its bulkiness in my old room but I am glad that I kept it as it totally suits my decor theme!

That's the chair and lamp from IKEA. That old-looking fan is indeed old! I first used it when I was given my own room, at about 2 or 3 years old!

The water jug and the tissue box cover were bought at two seperate shops but all located at Thomson Plaza. Thomson Plaza also brings back loads of memories as I spent one third of my childhood there. One of my pre-university school days hangout, Burger King, is longer there. Thank goodness, KFC still is.

The painting and the instruments were all bought from Bali. Love them to death!

Anyway, I fell ill a couple of days back and had to find a doctor pronto! I was really lost as this town is really quite new to me. I just based it on my previous observations and went to what I thought was a better reputed clinic chain (starting with P and it is not Parkway). It was stated that it will re-open at 6.30pm and it was only 6.10pm. I decided to wait.

By 6.40pm, there was still no sign of life from inside the clinic and there was a whole group of people waiting to see the doctor. My stomach was not sparing me much and so, depending on my memory again, I decided to cross the road to another clinic that I remembered passing by on my way back from church.

This was a much smaller clinic but I liked it already once I stepped in and I felt that this would be the clinic that I would come to if I had anything wrong (touch wood). The doctor also proofed to be very professional and he listened very carefully to what I had to say.

I am on my road to recovery and it is funny coz he seems to have prescribed similar cough mixture like my previous second choice doctor behind my house (my first is always my GP at Hougang). While previously, I never seem to get well, this time around, it seems to work. Is it the good vibes or is it really the medicine? I really cannot tell.

Whatever it is, I must say that I love this town!

The time is NOW!

Woah! In a few hours' time, I would no longer be staying in a condominium, but I am very excited. As I will be having a bigger space to myself and closer to my friends. Not only that, I think I will be able to get home faster and save on transport.

I feel excited but at the same time sad, but most of all anticipative of my new life and yet another new chapter. I think it is going to be OK. Being 'alone' would be OK. Glad that I am not exactly alone still as there are my Dad and Mum.

Mum has been the most hardworking throughout this whole shift. She started planning from the word go and without her, we would not have been able to pack everything on time.

Till then, I hope I get the computer up and running so that I will be able to update some more. Ta Ta!

p/s: I am rearing to get back to my scrapbooking routine. Guess it would be a little interrupted till Wednesday, when I meet Wildswans.

Ten years already?!

As I was walking back from the bus stop today, I could not help but wonder in awe as to how time has flown past me. It has officially been10 years since I have lived where I am living and for the whole 10 years, I had wanted to write this complaint to my MP to complain about this woman who was feeding stray cats at a very inconvenient spot leading up to one of the entrances to where I stay.

It is unbelievable that it has been so long and I DID NOT take action! I mean, I did not mind that she was feeding strays bu I really did mind that she had put the food at the most inconvenient of places when there were ample other places to put it in the vicinity.

Plus the fact that she just leaves the food and plastic bag (used to put the food) there and come morning, when the food is empty, plastic bag hurricane happens. It was an ugly sight. I even hated taking bus from that side of the road.

Now that I take buses from there more often, I realised that the woman does not seem to come anymore, as the path is clean of all food and strays. It is good in a way but worrying in another. I am worried about the fate of the cats, even though I do not approve of feeding strays does not mean I do not treasure life.

Back to my 10 years at the present abbot: I still feel like it was yesterday that I had just moved in, just complained about how small my room is, just thinking to myself as to when I can move out of this rat hole. It is now 10 years.

Perhaps it is also because I was 'away' for 2 or 3 years as I got married and had my own place for awhile. It was only about four years ago that I moved back home. Don't know why though, but I never did feel that attached to the place as say, with the previous dwellings. Perhaps it is because Dad and Mum chose it. I did not. I was away studying.

From the time that I stayed here, I always felt that everything was temporary and I didn't even dare to work around the kitchen. Reason being that I did not feel attached to it. Sounds strange? Well, I AM a strange person like that.