Collect Moments

“That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories. ”  Couldn't bear to put it down since I started reading it yesterday, and insisted on finishing the 900 over pages last night. A captivating story comprising of love, fantasy and mystery. The whole plot lingers in my mind from the moment I finished it, and the residual effect of the book remained as I woke up a while earlier. The gloomy and dim sky outside feels a little over perfect for the morning. Despite the time-space difference, love transcends all dimensions, two humans could be so profoundly connected, and their entangled relationship gets revealed bit by bit as they bind even close towards the prologue. I close my eyes and imagine myself being Aomame, what an admirable character portrayed: bold, justice, passionate, bizarre and confident. A lady who whispers the strongest words: Find me now, Before someone else does. Do they exist in the real world? 100...

The initial hype of moving house and unpacking has eventually skew towards feeling lethargic and devastated as I looked at the courier service brought in 104 items earlier this week. As much as I anticipated the arrival of new furnitures, days and nights of screwing and fixing has made me lament at the amount of work left to do in the house every morning as I wake up to the mysterious washing sound coming from the construction opposite the road. I love the new house, my own room, my isolated study corner, well maybe all these vessels-bursting screwing actions are worth it after all.   And also, I have learnt a thing or two about people around. For now, I just can't wait for everything to be over~ Goodnight. On a side note, I need to stop being a screwdriver at home and get a summer job instead. Ideally to start work immediately after I'm back from Europe, and by then I will be rich enough to get myself a compact photo printer wootz~ Ideal for my Scrapbook making kek...

A new house, and soon to be a home.  It's been almost a week since we shifted into our new house, and it's my, well 8th time shifting. Yet this time things feels a little different, perhaps because it's a new BTO, perhaps I have grown old enough to appreciate a new house, perhaps it marks many new beginnings, to many more experiences and memories. People love occasions like this don't we? New school term, new year, new house - all these symbolising a new phase in our life. I love these cliche moments; new stationaries for the new semester; new planner for the new year; constantly looking for something that kick off a fresh new start.  To be frank I did not expect anymore of shifting around ever since we moved into Bedok 10 years back, despite moving numerous times from Amk to Bishan to Geylang Bahru to Boonkeng to Balestier since our arrival in Singapore, I always thought Bedok is where I would grow up in, and eventually moved out to have my very own flat. It ...