It’s been less than a month since I last blogged, but it feels like such a long time. So much have happened in between. Actually, so much have happened within the past week too. Time passes quite slowly when I’m working. There’s so much I want to log down, but so little time. I guess this blogpost, I’ll focus more on my relationship with Jet.

Jet and I decided to try for another balloting for a HDB. This time, if we get it, we’ll be able to move in straight away. This also means we’ll get married right away. Last year in November, we tried for a BTO flat in Bedok, but the number was huge. Now I think the huge number was sort of a blessing in disguise (more on that later).

Well, we’re trying for SBF kallang and our plan is to actually to keep trying to ballot a flat until we get one or until 2019, whichever comes first. This time feels different because this time I feel so much more at ease compared to previously. I feel so much more at peace balloting for this even though our chances are very small this time. I don’t know, it feels right. Maybe it’s because we walked around the entire night around the kallang neighbourhood (omg my legs died) or because this time it feels more concrete and tangible (the flats are built already).

So we have two applications running concurrently (the bedok one and the kallang one) and I hope the Bedok one doesn’t call us soon because if they call us and we reject, we’re considered 2nd timers with lesser chance. However, if the kallang one ballots before the bedok one calls us down to select a flat, we are still considered 1st timers. So I really am thankful the bedok number was huge enough and I’m hoping that they don’t call us to select the flat too soon! Whatever it is, I’m leaving this in God’s hands. I think He has good plans for us and I’ll just trust Him.

2 days ago, I proposed to Jet. Haha, I realize I haven’t recorded it on this blog about his proposal at Disneyland to me yet (I’ll do it soon). I have been planning this proposal wayyy long ago and wasn’t planning to do it so soon, but because I wanted to get him something, I had to bring it forward. Haha. He was surprised and touched hehe. I regret not recording it even though he asked me if I wanted to (when he realized it was a proposal). I decided that I wanted to just be in the moment and remember it for the rest of my life.

I think our relationship has progressed very quickly in a short span of time. I hesitate to use the word “progress” because I don’t really see it as such. Maybe I would say, our relationship has added layers. I think it’s the best feeling in the world to feel like you’re in this together with your favourite teammate. There’s a sense of safety. It’s exciting to be working together to build a future together, be it saving together for our future (we started a savings plan), or planning for our house or planning how many kids we want etc etc. It’s a great feeling when you use the word “we” instead of just “I”. some people might say, don’t get a savings plan together because what if you break-up/divorce. But isn’t that what love is? Taking chances, having your lives intertwined?

How do you tell someone you want them in your life forever when you don’t include them in the planning of your future?

Recently, I feel this tangible deeper understanding of each other and our relationship. I feel like I can just look at him and he’ll just know. I’m not sure what it is that makes me feel this way.


It’s also in the little things that make me confident in our relationship. The small things he does just to show me he loves me. Like trying to prepare a spoon that contains the perfect combination of noodles, soup, meat and then blowing it to make sure it isn’t too hot before he gives it to me to try whatever he’s having. It’s peeling prawns before I even ask him to or ordering all my favourite food even for himself so I can “pinch” some of his. It’s messaging me every morning and randomly telling me he loves me during the day.


It’s a nice feeling. Feeling safe in someone else’s arms, knowing there’s a future you both want and will work hard together for.


2.5 more months before the results are out and I really hope we get it. *cross fingers*

End of Uni part 1: Thank you 

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted and I’ve been busy with work and whatever remaining of school there is. This week, I finished marking my pl1101 papers, handed over my data to my prof, handed in my final essay and today I attended my last brown bag.

This is a new era I Guess, for me. Haha the end of half study half work. School related activities have officially ended. 

5 years. 5 years in nus. I wish I had taken a mandatory last exam shot or something haha. But this will have to do for now 

Psych or psycho?

We took this last last week when we stayed over in the grad room. It was my last week of part time work and I guess it was kind of my last time to do something stupid in school. It was also because the next day we were invited by the deans office for some luncheon so we decided to stay over. 

I enjoyed staying over with them in school and as we stood on the rooftop and stargazed, I felt this sudden “omg this is it.”. This is the end of my formal education. 17 years and this is the end. 

I feel privileged to be standing there that day. I’m privileged in many ways. I come from an upper-middle class family and that has helped me in my studies in many ways: I don’t need to worry about money, I can engage tutors if I ever feel the need to, i never had to work and study if I didn’t want to. I have the privilege to choose if I want to take up an opportunity or not. All these privileges played a part in getting me here today. Some people like to pretend that it doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor, but let’s not discount how much more people who have less have to overcome. I’m not saying it was easy for me, I’m saying it was easier for me in certain aspects and I don’t want to take that for granted or ignore that. 

Standing there, I also feel privileged in another way. At various stages of my life, I always try and remember to be grateful to be able to somewhat choose where I want to be. Grateful to be able to go JC, study in nus and go on and find a job and do life. Sometimes I get so caught up and I forget. I forget that there are some friends that never got to live pass 21 and never get to experience what I experience. But I hope i never take being alive and having some autonomy to choose how I want life to be for me. 

But anyway, I’m even more grateful to all the people who has invested in me from kindergarten all the way till my masters. I don’t think I had the easiest time, academic-wise. There were certain points in my life, where I was so convinced I was stupid and I’ll never do well in any exam. Whenever I look back and identify a “turning point”, I always know that my turning point came in the form of a teacher who really believed in me. For that, I’ll always be grateful to him. 

My life so far has so many life-giving people who, at various points in my life, carried me through when I couldn’t do so myself. This is especially so during my more formative years. Getting me here was a collective effort. I am grateful because I know not everyone has that and I’m especially thankful. 

I think it was in Uni (prob y1s2) that I started getting a bit more confident. I started to find my place, started to understand myself more and started to learn to trust in God more. It was in uni, where I realise that one day I would be free. 

I found amazing people. I found amazing friends. I found amazing profs. I started to be passionate in what I was studying. I finally saw the point. 

I did my exchange while in uni and it was another turning point in my life. I did CDP and that was one other key milestone. I found an amazing Prof that believed in his students, was encouraging and took time to invest in them. I did my internship and found a great supervisors that believed in me too, in ways I still am not able to comprehend. I found my Husband-elect too. I got the opportunity to TA, something I always secretly wanted to try. I learnt so much in my 5 years. Took all the modules I was dying to take (there are more, but there’s no time) 

There has been so many ups and downs in uni. Private sorrows and celebrations, but I grew so much in the last 5 years. Made mistakes, made good decisions, made mistakes that turned out to be good decisions. It’s time to leave this season behind me (till graduation). I want to write more in detail to help me document what the main takeaway from Uni was for me, but I think that’ll take a Long time and I want to mark this day (the end of all official duties) first. 


Today, I went to open a new bank account so that I can start crediting my salary in. I also learnt about endowment plans and saving plans and comparing and planning. Yesterday, Jet and I were surfing the net for a resale flat and we stumbled across this one that we were pretty impressed by and we’re going to be looking at it this Sunday.

Calculating savings, projected expenses, and calculating which plan suits us the best makes me feel too adult. Planning for the future feels so adult. It’s scary in some sense and there’s this sense of dread. At the same time, I feel excited. Like Jet says, it’s exciting to look at houses together because it’s with each other. Planning for OUR future together. Like we’re going on an adventure together. I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else other than the best partner in the world. ❤

New chapter

I’ve privatised all my blog posts from 2006-2013. That’s half of my bloglife actually. I did it because I realised I’ll be starting work soon and there are some parts of me I’m not quite comfortable putting it out there. Those cringe-worthy years. So, I set up another private blog to house all my old posts for me to read whenever I want to and also because I’m aware some of my friends sometimes use my blog as a time machine.

I’m supposed to start work tomorrow, but it’s been pushed back to next week. That’s good I think because it gives me some “down” time before I start work. Of course I wish for longer “down time”, but beggers can’t be choosers. I haven’t graduated so I expect the next couple of months to be a little hectic – juggling work, school and TA duties.

I think I’m incredibly lucky to have found work so soon and at a place, where the boss is so flexible. The pay is decent and it’s something that I’ve always wanted to try too. It’s funny how it all falls into place. Plus, it’s so freaking near my house. I’m considering investing in a kick scooter. On top of that, I’m still trying for my “dream job”, and it’s something that the current employer is okay with me doing. I’m extremely grateful that they allow this.

I’ve learnt something through this whole job search process. My job search process was a little nerve-wracking and it contained much uncertainty. I was rather stressed for a period of time, but I’ve learnt how to trust God in a new way. I’ve learnt that nothing in this world is worth it if it demands your peace. I hope I take this lesson with me as I start to work. I hope that I’ll never do anything against my conscience and that I always keep my integrity.

A few times I was faced with the decision to either do the “smart” thing or the “right” thing. I chose to do the “right” thing – right in my books at least. Of course, there was my wonderful fiance and friends there to support my decision. Some said it was a stupid move and maybe, in the long run, I would think it was too, but everything worked out better than I expected for now. I have to remember to always give more weight to the voices who know me and love me and I trust. I’m proud of myself too because I never imagined myself being so brave. I surprise myself. hahaha.

It’s daunting. Starting work. I’m finally trying to be a productive member of the society. It also means that now my actions have a little bit more real world consequences. I hope I never grow weary giving my best. I hope I never grow jaded (for too long). I hope I always try to be excellent, even for things that don’t seemingly matter.

I’m worried that I’ll lose myself. That I’ll become competitive, scheming, or political. I hope I never be and that I’ll always have people to keep me in check. As I start work, I hope I’ll never forget God and to spend time with God. I hope that I’ll always remember what’s most important – relationships with God, friends, family and Jethro.

I haven’t forgotten and will never forget that everything I have today is God’s. At the start of my degree, I told God that my degree is His and I’ll do whatever He wants me to do with this degree. I don’t know where this whole thing will take me. I’m not sure whether I’ll stay here for the long haul or I’ll be transferred to my “dream job”, but either way, I’m willing to let God guide me to where he wants me to go. There have been so many times in my life where He has put me in places I didn’t intend or necessarily enjoy being in, but out of those places, better things came. Wherever I end up, I hope I never forget that I’m right where I need and am intended to be.

(1 Timothy 6:1-2)

5Slaves, obey your earthly masters with respect and fear and sincerity of heart, just as you would show to Christ. 6And do this not only to please them while they are watching, but as servants of Christ, doing the will of God from your heart. 7Serve with good will, as to the Lord and not to men, 8because you know that the Lord will reward each one for whatever good he does, whether he is slave or free.

9And masters, do the same for your slaves. Give up your use of threats, because you know that He who is both their Master and yours is in heaven, and there is no favoritism with Him.



It feels kinda good to be honest, to lock my blog for the time being. I feel like I can blog more uninhibitedly.

I’m on the cusp of a new season in my life once again. So many things are so uncertain and here I am, having to learn to trust God in a whole new way. It’s exciting yet nerve-wrecking at the same time. Just when I thought I’ve mastered trusting God, life throws a curveball at me once again.

So many things have happened since I’ve been back from USA. Job offers, decisions, job interviews… well, that all surrounds job search and that alone is enough to drive me crazy. But I don’t think that’s something I want to blog about yet.

A week or so ago, I got my first “Pee, I need you to bail me out call”. We used to joke about this when we were younger and I never really thought it would happen one day. I knew most of my friends were crazy and mischievous, at the most, but I never thought any would actually commit a crime. What was most disappointing was that the call was from someone I felt was the most unlikely.

I went down to the station, but couldn’t bail him out. I made a few calls and finally, I called someone who had once been (and still kinda is) a sort of a mentor-figure to us. I missed call him twice and figured he had to be busy. He messaged me back and told me he was attending to something important. I knew it probably was serious because knowing him, he would rarely reject calls. He asked me what had happened and I told him and he got someone else to help me. He sounded so disappointed. After the whole incident, I went home and just felt this uncomfortable feeling that something bad had happened.

A few days later, I found out his wife, with just two more weeks to go, had a miscarriage during that period of time. I never thought I would ever sadness like that for something someone else is going through. It’s hard not to feel sad when they’re probably one of the most genuine people ever. They’re the kind of parents that you know will love their kid like crazy and be super fun parents. They were so excited. Just a few months ago, he was just joking with me that he has second thoughts about letting us play with his daughter. The most painful part is knowing that it was so close. Just a couple more weeks.

It’s times like these when you start questioning God and His plans and His goodness. But looking at them, holding on to God more firmly than before, I think it’s during these times when need to believe God’s goodness and His plans more than ever. You need to believe that it’ll all be alright in the end, even if you don’t see it now.

Partaye in the USA

Well I should be asleep right now considering I should be up in another 3ish hours to catch my plane. My villager life has gone down the drain. 

It’ll be my first time flying to USA and I’m pretty excited. The last two days I’ve been chionging my thesis because my prof gave me back my thesis draft just yesterday and I wanted to complete it before I leave for USA since it’s due a couple of days after I’m back. Looks like I’m gonna be doing my thesis on the plane instead hahaha. 

We’ll be landing just in time for trump’s first day of presidency. It’s pretty apt since I’m going there for a conference to present on xenophobia – something trump has a lot of. 

The real purpose of going to USA is for a conference presentation + vacation. Confercation? Idk. The rest of the crew is already there and jet and I will be arriving one day after them. Haha im blessed with a Boyfriend who willingly drops work and school just to accompany me. Haha it’ll be our first trip together and it’s exciting cos it’s the first time being in USA for the both of us. So it’s kinda like an adventure for us. I mean we even got matching travel. What’s there not to love about this trip haha. 

Hope we get through the 24 hr flight journey just fine without too much back aches and whatnots. 

I’m already thinking of puns to annoy him for the next 12 days together. Jetair jetplane jetlag. Kay I should sleep soon. 


Well, it’s 2017. I had intended to write a post about my 1st year anniversary with the #silentshoutout who is now #loudloudshoutout, but then again, I also intended to finish my thesis by 31 Dec 2016 and look how not close to finishing I am.

2016 was a very different year, mostly because it’s the first year I’m in a relationship. Being in a relationship feels different and I’ve learnt so much over last year. As I said at the beginning of the year, I don’t expect much wow things to happen in 2016, just more of maintaining and pruning. I think that in itself is hard. It’s easy to start things, but it’s not easy maintaining.

I can’t really remember any big things that happened in 2016, except that my friend of 10 years got engaged, I ditched the bb for an iphone (finally), my boyfriend joined me for masters, I got my home team research award, I changed CG, I got baptised…okay, sounds like a lot actually now that I think of it.

I think this was a whole year of learning. Learning how to cut and untie some relationships, learning how to grow and start others. Last year, I got my iphone moment too (this changes everything moment). I’ve learnt so much about myself over the past year.

So 2017, what’s new? I think 2017 is going to be a transition year for me again. I’m going to be graduating this coming semester (finally) and I’m going to be forcefully ejected out of the education system into the real world. 5 years of university. It felt long, it was long and I thought graduation was far away. I guess not. I spent much of today panicking over job search and putting my thesis on hold, as a result (Also because I downloaded roller coaster tycoon). The fear of not getting a job is real, the fear of not getting a job that I will not dread and actually enjoy is also real.

After panicking for a day, I realised this is probably going to be a whole new season of trusting God. When I’ve finally learnt to trust God and get a hang of this whole “God is control of my education” thing in my final semester, God sends me to level 2. It’s time to trust God in my career too.He’s never failed and he won’t start now.So that’s something to look forward to in 2017 I guess – learning to trust God all over again.

So that’s one – graduation and job search. Actually, that should be 2 separate things because graduation in itself is already a challenge. I really think people who have completed their thesis are heroes. “Great spirit of those who lived before, take our hands and lead us” (Brother Bear, all you no childhood people). But I’m finishing up my thesis for the first review that hopefully will be in by the time I go US.

And that’s the next thing to look forward to for 2017 – USA! Jet and I will be going to USA in January for a conference and then heading to Orlando (disneyworld and Harry potter world, anybody?!) and then New York (CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OF~). It’s been a long time since I’ve travelled to non-asian countries since exchange, which was a good 2-3 years ago, so I’m a little nervous. But, I’m also excited because this will be our first trip together and because DISNEYWORLD. Not land. WORLD. Okay, I think I have to, technically, be excited about my conference presentation since that’s what NUS is sponsoring me to go to the US for (I should start doing my presentation up). But still, a nerd can be excited about other things, right? right?

The third thing is BTO results. Okay, the chances of getting a queue number is rather slim, but then, it’s still quite exciting to be able to receive the results for our application. Gah gah gah. 0009 please.

I guess the 4th thing is kind frivolous. It’s the year of the CHEEEKEN. Yea, finally the year of the cheeken. The next time would be when I’m 36 pfft.

Dear’s one year of being smoke-free!!! WHOO! He’s gonna be smoke-free for a year in about 26 days! He’s really my inspiration. Promotion, good results, appearing on newspaper like a celeb, best boyfie in the world and now smoke-free for 1 year?! wow, what did I do to get such an amazing creature hahaha.

Oh yes, one more is being TA for PL1101E. Haha, I’m going to be a TA this semester for the freshies. I’m sort of excited for this. I like teaching so this should be interesting for me. Also, I’m taking thai painting this sem! AFTER 10 SEMESTERS. I finally get to take the module I’ve always wanted to take since I even entered NUS.

Okay, I realise these are all happening at the start of 2017. I’m not sure what’s going to happen after that hahaha. Whatever it is, woohoo! 2017 is here! yaye. Designated survivor season 1b! Yea!

Some things I want to accomplish for 2017:

  1. Finish the Udemy courses.

Actually, that’s all I can think of right now. hahaha. Okay errbuddy, have a great 2017!




I got back my results for the sem that just passed today. I think this is probably the first semester that I didn’t wake up before my sms came in. This is also the first semester that my dearest is getting his results. My last and his first haha.

I woke up and saw my sms and I couldn’t quite believe my eyes. Just the night before, the dearest told me he had a good feeling I’ll be getting an A and an A-. Well, it came true. My CAP was the other thing that was quite amazing.

My studies is something that I’ve always say I leave entirely in God’s hands. I can’t say the same for other aspects of my life, but my studies is something I felt was important enough, but can be risked to try this whole “having faith in God” thing. It was also the only thing in my life then (I was 16) that outcomes could be measured objectively. My first venture was in secondary school, where I prayed and believed God for 9 (my favourite and jersey number then). I got it on the dot, after subtracting CCA points. I saw it as a coincidence and did it again for my A levels, which was on the dot again.

At university, I was rather convinced it was all God because of various reasons. In my first year, I prayed and wrote down this CAP , down to the second decimal, on a post it. I pinned it to my dorm board and prayed over it every now and then. People often gathered at my room and they would ask me what that number was. I always made up some story because I was embarrassed to say that I thought was deserving to aim for that CAP. It was a CAP well over first-class and I was… well, me.

My first semester ended rather disastrously. I thought I could do a million things on my own strength. I dissed God, quite literally, that semester. I dropped a mod, I was feeling drained and my CAP was more than 1 whole point off. I was discouraged because, not only did I do badly, my friends did so much better. Faith leaked, I threw that post-it away when I shifted out of my dorm and I was convinced I was too ambitious and cocky.

I regrouped, repented, prayed and decided to trust God all over again. I was more experienced this time too. The second semester onwards, my grades improved by leaps and bounds, but my first semester constantly pulled my CAP down beyond salvage.

By the third semester, I had well forgotten all about that post-it. Other things got my attention and I was working towards other things – exchange, internship, research. And then came CDP – a new program and I was invited to apply to be the first batch. I applied for it and got a second CAP (one bachelor’s and one masters) upon getting in.

A few weeks back, I heard a sermon on “one more time”. It was about how God had delivered the children of Israel by parting the red sea once. He performed the miracle again later in their journey by parting the Jordan river. I remember the preacher saying that sometimes the fulfilment of a promise will be delayed, but it’s not dead. It could be delayed for various reasons, but in the case of the children of Israel, God had let them take the longer route (40 years longer) because He knew that they weren’t strong enough for the shorter route yet. That a shortcut to their blessing will kill them if they haven’t learnt how to trust in God to overcome the obstacles that lay within the shortcut. I thought about this and remembered God had done a miracle for me before at A levels. I felt something telling me that God will do a miracle again for me before the year ended, just to show me He’s still in control of everything.

When I got my results, I stared at my second CAP because that’s the exact CAP I had written down 5 years ago when I was still a freshie. It’s a long route. It’s a long route and the promise had turned out better than I had expected. I didn’t see myself being part of CDP. If I had it my way, it’ll just be my bachelor’s cap being awesome and end of story. There was no masters in my plans, no internships in my plan and definitely, no boyfriend getting results same day as me in my plan. In my heart, as much as I would like to say I would remain faithful, I know getting that CAP in the first sem would make me proud and pull me away from God. Getting that CAP in my first sem would also mean not learning to trust God on that level that circumstances forced me to.

Another thing that I had learnt is that I’m where I ought to be. I often say that I’m the lowest life form in CDP. It’s true because the other two are better than me in terms of grades. I’m not bitter or salty, but I’ve often felt like I stumbled into CDP. Very much like how I’ve always felt like I’ve stumbled into JC and then Uni. I feel like I don’t really deserve my spot. It’s by sheer luck. But I felt like that CAP was also God’s way of telling me that it’s all part of the plan. That He had planned for me to be where I am all along and that I’m where I ought to be. That even if it isn’t the best CAP, it was for me. Planned for me. Funny thing to only understand on my last semester, but it’s good to know also.

I’m assured that God has been faithful to me and now to Jethro too. Working and studying masters at the same time is crazy and I’m always so amazed at how Jet does it. God knows how much we struggled during this semester. There were many times when we felt like giving up. There were many times when we dreaded the next day. But God came through for us every time. It’s through these tough times when we learn more about God and His heart for us. It’s coming out on the other side, against all odds, that we learn to trust in God. And so, Jet came out more than wonderful. Amazing results and a promotion at work to go along with it.

At the end of my first semester, I promised God that my degree was for Him. That whatever happens, it was for Him. I promised that my degree will be used for His glory and whatever He wanted me to do with it, I will. And so, it’s apt because I’m embarking on my next phase of life soon – work. That means it’s time to use my education and choose the job He wants me to do. I’m not sure what it is, but I will do my best to find out. The children of Israel had a song to remember God’s fulfilment of His promises to them, so here’s me penning all these down to remind me of the times God has been faithful to me for me to look back in the future when I’m a little more doubtful.


I got baptised on 18 December 2016! Whee! Missing: Gary who had to rush home because of cutie Pudding (Thanks for coming down!).

My feels warm today, not only because I got baptised, but because of the people who love me. I’m thankful for friends who come down to support me and for church friends who help me arrange and take care of my friends when I’m busy running around. Thank you for all the gifts and flowers too! ❤

A church friend of mine commented that my friends are really a bunch of genuine people. I really think so too. Today, I had invited friends from most stages of my life and I think I’m blessed in that I find very genuine and amazing friends at every stage of my life that are always happy for me (and happy to see me get dunked). Be it birthdays, send-offs for overseas trips, mails on exchange or baptism, they’ve always supported me through and through. They are people I know I can count on. Thanks guys ❤ wo ai ni men. Never taking y’all for granted.

Then there’s my best boyfriend who really organised the fetching of my friends and everything. He sent lunch down because he was afraid I didn’t have time to eat, went to fetch my friends, carried my stuff everywhere. My PA, jet plane, and flower holder all rolled into one. I know he was dead tired, but he still pushed on because he knew it was an important day for me. I don’t know where I found such an amazing thing.

I had intended to get baptised after exchange after I turned 21. But then it got postponed and so, 18 December it was. Baptism, I gathered, is a rather huge thing for every Christian. I didn’t think it was such a big deal until everyone started making it so haha, so I caught on to it too. I think the best part is of course having my friends to witness it. They say it’s like your wedding with God and I guess that analogy is true. Nothing changes when your baptised, the same way nothing changes when you’re married. You’re gonna continue being with the same guy no matter whether you’re married or not, but marrying does make it kind of official and stuff. So, even if I weren’t baptised, I’ll still be a Christian, but this feels like the right time to make it official.

I first decided to get baptised on exchange. I think it was during exchange my relationship with God grew to a whole new level and I was ready. I was sure this is the God I want to follow for the rest of my life. God has been a huge constant in my life and this is one relationship I dont think I can ever turn my back on.

I’m not the best Christian by any standards and many people have told me they never thought I was one until I mention I am. I’m not proud of this, neither am I ashamed of it. It’s just how my Christian walk is. I try my best to grow and I think that’s all that counts. After all has been said and done, it’s my relationship with God that matters in the end.

I came to church 8 years ago as a 15 year old ah lian. I always thought that I’ve not changed much, but the fact is that I have. A large part of who I am today, what I believe in and what motivates me have got to do with church. Whether I admit it or not, church and God have definitely shaped me and made me who I am today. Much of what I know and do in my everyday life, I learn from church/bible/God.

It has been a long Christian walk, but I think the road ahead is longer. It hasn’t been easy, but I’m trying everyday. I look back on these 8 years and I can remember desperate times when I clung on to faith. There have been times when I doubted God, His goodness or His existence. There have been times I’ve rebelled against God and deliberately attempt to spite Him. But there’s never been any one time when He let go of me. He has remained faithful all these while. He’s the severus snape in this relationship (“Always”).

It feels fitting to be baptised on the same day as leowjia who I came to church with for the first time 8 years ago. Our christian walk was intertwined in the beginning. We’ve grown a little apart, but I still know that I can always count on him. It also feels fitting that my first CGL played a part in baptising me too (he’s the one that helps to lift the person up when they go into the water). He played a huge part at the start of my Christian walk, as did my many leaders, and I owe all those who have loved me, nurtured me and tolerated me along the way much gratitude.

And so, this marks another milestone in my Christian journey.

December is here!

December is here and my favourite holiday is approaching (Christmas!). I’ve not idea why I like Christmas so much, but it always feels magical to me 😀 Two years ago, I got a white Christmas in Iceland. Although I was pretty bummed to be away for the holiday, snow totally made up for it.

Even though it’s the end of the year, there’s still lotsa things to do and be excited about.

  1. Start and complete my thesis… all in one month (yaye?)
  2. Getting baptised. Woohoo! I’m finally getting baptised and I’m more excited than I imagined myself to be.
  3. 1st year anniversary with the most amazing thing in the world
  4. Re-reading harry potter. the fantastic beast movie was fantastic and I’m like, I wanna revisit the magical world again.

It’s the end of the year, but then at the same time, I feel like I’ve just stepped into something new. It feels like it’s the start of something new (cue high school musical song).

I cleared my room recently and it feels like a totally new room. I feel like I’ve just shifted in. Somehow it feels like I’m in primary school again and it’s the end of the year so you pass down all your old textbooks and get new ones. The lovely thing just got me yankee scenterpiece warmer yesterday with three scents for an early christmas present and the room is smelling divine. I really love it. More about that later.

I told the boyfriend that my room feels like a reflection of my current life. It’s like how I decluttered my life recently too. There are some long standing feelings that I’ve recently resolved and I’ve found hope again in certain areas of my life. A part of me also feels like my relationship with God has gone to another level as well.

Life feels good. A friend recently asked me if I’m happy to be alive. I thought about it for a while. In the past, I’ll probably say no in a heartbeat. But this time, I was more hesitant to say no. There’s still down days and frustration, but overall, I think I do feel good to be alive. I think there are exciting times ahead, much to look forward to and an awesome partner to ride this rollercoaster ride with me.

Recently, my church invited a guest speaker, who is a clinical psychologist to speak about relationships and growth. I think I really learnt quite a bit. Both about the topic and about myself more. I think there are somethings I want to remember through the course of my relationship with Jet. But I think the takeaway was that, I was more sure than ever that Jet is, what people would call, the one. I’m a little bit more confident that this man is the one I want to share and spend my whole life with. He’s the one I want to suffer and enjoy with.

When I cleared out my room and looked at the stacks of notes and all the memorabilia from yesteryears, there was this feeling of *sigh*. Not *sigh* in a bad way, but more of being very glad that I persisted all these years. Glad that I persisted through many things. Glad that I held on and kept going even when things didn’t make sense just yet.

Next year is coming and I’m still thinking what I want that year to be all about, but until 2017, there’s still so much to look forward to.

Of letting go.

I ended my exams yesterday. It’s my last exam ever in NUS and it’s my last exam for my masters course as well. I still have modules next sem, but they aint exam-based (s/u ftw).

Today, I woke up and decided to clean my room. I didn’t intend it to be a big spring cleaning, but it ended up being one. Possibly the largest spring cleaning that I’ve ever done in my whole 23 years of my life.

I threw away many things. My secondary school – JC notes (omg so many). I even started giving away my Jerry Yan and Fei lun hai albums/pictorial books that I had collected over the years (yes, shit got real). But I think the hardest of all was that I gave away some of my soft toys.

Those soft toys were the same ones that have kept me safe during the stormiest nights throughout my entire life. They’ve witnessed everything in my life, good and bad. I talk to them and tell them my secrets. Some have been there since I was 4 years old. They all have names and they’re all loved. A few of them were given by important friends.

I grow attach to my things very easily. Pens, paper, notebooks. So you can imagine how attached I am to my soft toys. I felt like I was ready to give them away today. 1) The boyfriend is sensitive to dust and my soft toys are dust magnets, 2) I dont feel like I need them to feel safe anymore, and 3) the recent bto thing got me thinking about what I will bring to my future home. So my criteria today was pretty much, if you’re not bringing it when you shift, get rid of it because the longer you keep, the more attached you get.

My soft toys are the first thing I see when I enter my room, so now my room feels a little bare. I was okay when I put them into the plastic bags to be donated. The boyfriend told me he’ll hold my hand when I gave them away, but I didnt think I will be all that sad. After all, I’m 23 years old now, not 6 anymore.

But then it turns out that he knows me better than I do. About 10 hrs later (yes tidying took 11 freaking hours), I was clearing my smaller soft toys (yes, two kinds) and deciding which I wanted to give away. I picked up this pink flamingo beanie baby and initially I had wanted to put it in, but then I ended up taking it back. Suddenly, I felt like I was going to get emotional giving them away. I used to kiss the stuff and tell them thank you (even pens and whatnots). So, I regretted not hugging them and telling them thank you before putting them into the plastic bags.

I texted the boyfriend because I was feeling a little sobbles and I’m glad he’s understanding that way. I told him I was worried the soft toys will be sad. I’m grateful that he didn’t think I was being silly or childish. Instead, he told me he’ll talk to them with me and say bye before we donated them. I went back to the plastic bags that were already in the living room and I sat next to them. I whispered to the bags (lest anyone in my family thinks…or realises… I’m crazy). I told them thanks for keeping me safe all these years and comforting me when I needed it most. I told them that they brought me a lot of joy.I told them sorry for all the times I kicked them out of bed or mistreated them. I told them not to worry because Jet will take care of me now. I told them that they’ll be going to people who love them and will play with them more.

I think it wasnt my soft toys that were sad, I think it was me being emotional because I felt like I was bidding this part of me goodbye. It felt like I was moving on to the scary world of adulthood and that these soft toys will no longer watch over me and protect me because I can do it myself now.

Now that I’m thinking about this, I cannot imagine the day when I have to say bye to neoneo and carpet. The things I love that I know are actually alive. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. But that’s a worry for another day. I wish I were less sentimental and attached to things.

Today, I’m just feeling a little disorientated because I’m starting to realise that there are many things that aren’t there anymore (not just my soft toys). But it’s time to create new memories, accumulate new things and look forward to the future.


Yesterday, BTO applications were out and we (or rather I) flipped flopped between Kallang and Bedok. YES! For all those who I have yet tell (including my parents), we are bto-ing!

I’ve always said that wanted a proposal before BTO-ing, but sigh, practical life took over ): because Pee was the one that suggested BTO-ing since boyfriend didn’t want to suggest in fear of stressing me out. When Rach heard that her reaction was,”Can you be more girl and give him chance to ask?!”. Aye, good bto > dreams > social norms. We live in practical Singapore, it’s not every 4 months we get a good bto. WHO SAYS GIRLS CANT BE MORE PROACTIVE (Go for it all the girls out there, but don’t fight with me for bto space pls).

SO ANYWAY. The thing is, the BTOs for this round were really good with all sites being NEXT to the MRTs. On top of that, we had the 2km advantage for both Kallang and Bedok. You see, how to choose like that.

After countless flip-flopping and consultation with people, I finally decided to go with Bedok. He had wanted Bedok right from the start, partially because he had grown up there all his life, but I was adamant about Kallang. Over the past few weeks/months, I started giving Bedok a chance and yesterday I had a change of heart. I’m fortunate that I have a boyfriend, who doesn’t insist on his way and knows I’ll be all stressed out over these kind of things. Being the maximiser in this relationship, it’s difficult for me to come to a decision.

In logic, Kallang was the better choice, value-wise. However, something in my heart told me Bedok was the right choice. After we had decided firmly on Bedok, he told me he’s never felt so confident about doing something with someone before. *heartmelts*

But knowing I was the more cautious one, he asked me to think it through and make sure I was sure I wanted to go with this BTO with him. I like that he knows me this well. I would love to say, YES I AM CONFIDENT ABOUT YOU in a heartbeat, like him, but he knows I’m not that kind. I’m a worrywart and I’ve seen cases of people close to be not going through with their BTO even after putting down their deposits. So, naturally, I was worried and he knew.

This is what I love about him. I’m blessed with a boyfriend that gives me the space to panic and gives me the space to flip flop my decisions. He never tries to force his agenda on me. He’s that constant in my life that I know will always still be there whatever I choose and whenever I choose. I did have a mini panic moment yesterday. I started to get scared. What if he wasn’t the one? What if we get into this irreconcilable quarrel one day? What if we decided we wanted different things in life? How do I know this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with?

Then I realise the reason why I was panicking was the same as why I didn’t give Bedok a chance initially. I was scared of the unknown. I grew up in the west, moved to the central and now I had to move to the east. The east has always been this confusing and foreign place to me. Marriage life, life as a couple, having my own family was unknown to me as well (as to him).

But then I thought about why I gave Bedok a chance in the end. Apart from what Rach said about it being more neighbourhood (The NSK in me never dies), I could imagine raising a family there. I knew however confusing or scary or foreign that place was, he’ll be there with me to figure this whole thing out.

I thought about that and realised that this is the man I wanted to be with the rest of my life. I thought about every moment in our relationship, the very good and the very bad. At every point of our relationship, every trial and triumph, there was never a time he let go of my hand. There was never a time either of us genuinely wanted out. He has always inspired confidence. He’s the man who I know will do anything for me. I want to journey through life with him. I thought about the times when we had to carry each other through tough times and the times when we shared breakthroughs and wins. The times when our heart ached for each other, the times when our hearts burst with pride for each other and all those other times in between when life was just mundane.

I cannot imagine going through them with anyone else other than this best teammate.

So am I still scared? Yea, of course. But I think I’m more excited.

Even if this bto doesnt go through, I think I’ve gained something. I know what, or who, I want.

Thanks for making this step with me ❤

To remember

It’s one day before my final undergraduate exam and I’ve come a really long way. Year 5. Not even PHDs (at least in NUS) are that long. I keep telling myself it doesn’t matter. At year 5, at my last module, my cap cant move. Even if I fail this, my degree classification doesn’t move. But then there’s still this innate hope to do well.

On the eve on my last exam, I had a conversation with someone. Quite a frustrating one, but still a conversation and I guess you can always learn something about yourself from any conversations. There are a few people who can get me agitated and frustrated and this person happens to be one of them.

We were talking about jobs and arrogance just permeated the entire conversation. Well, he did have a right to be arrogant (if it is even a right) considering he’s rather successful.

I’ve come to realise different people in life will tell you about what is the most important asset or trait or ability to have. More often than not, the “most important” thing is usually what they have.

Smart people will tell you intelligence is what you need to succeed in the workforce. People with good results will tell you grades are important. Social people will tell you it’s all about friends and the networks you have. Religious people will tell you to prioritise religion.

I think that’s because of 2 reasons. 1) If you think results are important, you will chase after grades and 2) If you work hard chasing grades, you need to protect your self-esteem and tell yourself grades are important because you need to assure yourself that you have all you need to survive and thrive.

Well, they’re not wrong and they could all be right as well. Everyone has their own viewpoint. What gets me is that when they think their viewpoint should be the ONLY viewpoint. That bigotry and arrogance.

The refusal to see that other people could value other things other than money in life. That other people have other challenges in life. That other jobs are good jobs too. That different people have different aspirations.

And although he tried to make me feel small, I’m proud of myself. I’m proud of myself for not falling into the trap of trying to prove myself to him. I’m proud that he didn’t succeed in making me feel bad. I’m proud of myself to realise at that moment that my accomplishments are mine and God’s and they arent meant to be brandished like a trophy for others to see. I’m not ashamed of them and I won’t hide it, but they’re not a tool to brag, they’re a tool to be more productive in what I do.

I still do feel like I have a lot to be proud for. I’m not a top student, I’m not first class (even though many people think I am for whatever reasons, I’m not), I’m not famous and I’ve never done anything big. But I feel like I’m the person I want to be at this moment. I’ve achieved what I wanted with integrity. Sometimes, it’s easy to lose sight and people can make you discontented. There’s always more you can achieve. But I’m glad it was only momentarily and I took a step back and think and appreciate and be grateful. I’m glad I remember what I really want in life.

At the end of the day, I know what I’ve accomplished, I know what challenges I had to overcome. I know what I can be proud of. I know what my goals are and where I want to be. I know what my definition of success is. I know I shouldn’t let someone else tell me otherwise.

And so, I hope I never forget what I learnt today. I hope I never let someone else convince me that I want more than what I genuinely want. I hope that I’ll never impose what’s important, what’s priority and what way to take on others. I hope I’ll never be too arrogant to take someone else’s viewpoint. And whatever I may accomplish, I hope I never be too insecure to have to brag or put others down. I hope I never think that I know best and not listen to others. There’s a big difference on being certain of knowing what’s best for yourself and knowing what’s best.

I went back and thought about things. And my wonderful man of a boyfriend chatted with me on telegram. I thought about that and realise that that’s was something that person will never get. This sense of belongingness, this sense of contentment, this sense of joy and hope and support. That I had my life ahead of me to do whatever I chose to. That autonomy. That person to celebrate life’s successes, big or small. Isn’t that what it’s all about. What’s the point of having success there’s no one to share it with. Maybe that’s something he’ll never understand, and that’s okay.

I may or may not get there someday. I may or may not be more successful than him someday, but that doesnt matter. He’s not my yardstick anymore. I have learnt to define life myself. And until then, I’ll keep a life full of love and laughter with the people I love and who loves me.

He walked away today from our conversation, with his ego temporally boosted. I guess that’s his reality and since he never does let anyone else get a word in edgewise or take anyone else’s perspective, it’ll always be his mentality. That mentality serves him and I respect him for his accomplishments, but I know that’s not what I am about.


A hectic life


Life has been pretty hectic recently and there haven’t really been a time for me to sit down and recollect my thoughts. That day during counselling psych, I suddenly remembered about something that I had written many years ago. During one of my darkest moments in my life, I thought to myself, “What if I die one day and all that I’ve ever experienced or known is sadness and fear?”

Sometimes I’ve gotten so used to this comfortableness that I’ve forgotten how it was like before. I was talking to the bestie the other day and then suddenly I felt silly for ever being afraid to be in a relationship. But then again, I guess it’s the right person that makes all the difference.

Life definitely looks different when you got someone who wants to be there (sometimes, very literally) through the tough moments. Nothing looks too bleak when you’ve got someone holding your face up with his two hands and forcing you to look into his eyes (his very small eyes hahaha) so that he can remind you that things aren’t all that bad. So I thank God for him everyday. I thank God for that pair of arms that can bury me in an embrace and make me feel safe. I thank God that there’s someone who always knows the right words to say.

The little thing he does like waiting for me after class every friday night, wanting to accompany to every small or big appointment, turning up with little surprises, squeezing every time out possible to spend time with me or choosing all my favourite flavours when we eat ice-cream… these little things mean so much to me. They mean more than grand gestures because these are the everyday things. These things require constant effort. It requires thoughtfulness.

There’s nothing like knowing you always got someone standing on your side and rooting for you. I honestly have never thought that I will find someone who would do anything within his power just to see me smile. I also never thought I’ll find someone who I would do anything within my power to see happy. We’re so gonna be resilient sunflowers together. The next few weeks will be crazy, but I think there’s nothing we can’t do together.

It’s been close to 11 months. Thanks for making this the best 11 months of my life 😀


Following the US presidential debates has made me think quite a bit. I think everyone has a Donald trump in their lives. Almost everyone I speak to can point me to one person in their lives that remind them of him. But that’s not what I was thinking about lately.

I’ve been thinking about the issue of immigrants. It’s my thesis topic, but it’s also become a topic I’ve come to take interest in (maybe because it’s my thesis topic haha). A few week back, Jet and I were eating dinner with his friends. One of his friends brought up the issue of having lack of food stalls in their campus because there isn’t enough business. As a result, they try to promote the food stalls to the public instead of just to the students there.

I thought about that because sometimes at NUS, I get irritated when I see the science park bus. Hoards of science park employees flooding our canteen during lunch time for cheap (and relatively good) food. But then now after hearing what Jet’s friend said, it kind of made me look at things in perspective. If there weren’t members of the public “flooding” our canteens and utown, there will be less food options for nus students (at a cheap price too). So, we complain that these people crowd us out so much that we don’t get to enjoy our food in a less crowded area, when in actual fact, we may not even get to enjoy these food if not for these people.

It’s kind of like the immigration situation. If we are just 2.5 million people, will we have the same variety of food, clothing, malls…stuff? Will people want to open shop in Singapore with such a small market? Can people survive if they do? No Krispy Kremes, no famous tokyo ramen would want to come and open shop.

We want to keep the variety, but we don’t want the crowd.

So I guess it’s not such an easy thing to balance.