My Inability to Distinguish Food that is Spoilt

Let me tell you a story.

There I was, in my home, all happy and chirpy and being my usual self. Minding my own business. And I was a feeling a little bit hungry, right? So off I go to raid the refrigerator. Aha! I found myself a little small cup of yoghurt. Me, being me, happily went to grab a teaspoon and started gobbling down the yoghurt. Well, as much gobbling as you could do with a teaspoon anyway.

So there I was, happily nomming away, and I was thinking to myself, “Wow, this is really nice champagne flavoured yoghurt, with the bubbly sensation and everything!”

Lo and behold, I found out, quite to my dismay, that that was the taste of very, VERY, expired yoghurt.

So I have this talent of being able to wolf down food without the ability to distinguish if they have passed their best before dates. Luckily, now with the internet, I can check up on silly little things like, “How long can I keep _______ in the fridge?”, and the most recent thing that I checked was apples.

Got to love Yahoo! Answers, don’t you?

Well, that’s my story for today, have a little laugh if you would. Cheers! Lixxie xx


PhotoBlog: People I Love!

I got out my camera and realized I have quite a bit of photos stuck in my card that I haven’t uploaded in a while, and there’s quite a bit of them.

I have photos of my baby! Gosh I miss her so much. She’s so cuddly and cute and my mother is always telling me that she’s so sad and lonely and crying!

I’ve always loved hanging with the boys. I feel like I can properly be myself with them, and they never fail to make me laugh. Gone were the days of DOTA and Tower Defence, only stopping to pee or have dinner. Man, I really miss those days.

me mom james and merc

Mom wanted some photos with me before I left so I suggested that we headed down to Japanese Garden, which is like, five minutes from my house. It’s such a nice place to hang out, really, and I don’t spend enough time there. I must take some photos when I’m back in Singapore in September.

I had a buffet lunch with Mom and Dad when James was here. I loved the prawns and ate so much of it but James said that Australia has much better seafood. I have yet to eat any since I’ve been here though. 😛

That’s pretty much it! 🙂

One Foot In Front Of The Other

So I’ve been here for a little while now, and I’m starting to adjust. The first two weeks were pretty bad for me, which was probably why I didn’t blog about how it has been so far. There’s a lot of ‘not knowing’ involved. The culture here is much more independent than I’m used to. It isn’t commonplace to have a pump attendant refuel your car for you, just to throw out an example.

There was just so much new information to take in at once – and it gave me a bit of a headache and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. I daren’t venture out by myself for a while as well, cause to me, all the houses here look the same, and after a couple of turns I might end up completely lost and on the other side of the suburb, but I’ve gotten over that, I think.

I still would like to explore the country more, and head south of the river to see why everyone is staying there. Because I’m north currently, there aren’t as many Asians around, and James is as un-Asian as you can get. Finding a little bit of home might help me settle in a little better.

The first week consisted of mostly of shopping. We went to Ikea to get some furniture for me. Drawers for storing my clothes, a desk to put my computer, a bookcase so James can keep all his things and they won’t be tossed around in boxes… It was the most at home I had felt in my first week there, since Ikea runs are common and fun time for me. I love looking at all the little showrooms.

His computer chair, my computer chair.
His bookshelf, my drawers, and desk.

He also brought me to Bunnings and we bought a little shower caddy and hangers. Miscellaneous things like that. After all the shopping was done, he had to head back to work. So I was left in a house that I’m completely unfamiliar with. Like I’ve repeated many times, it was a bit tough for the first two weeks, but now it’s gotten to the point where I’m dragging him out of bed, stuffing a toothbrush in his mouth and putting his work clothes on for him and pushing him out the door.

Perhaps I’m being too hard on myself, expecting myself to adapt immediately to life here. I should take things one day at a time for now, and enjoy that I don’t need to go job hunting just yet.

P.S. The weather is erratic, it’s hot one day and cold the next, but I LOVE it. I’m not missing the weather from Singapore a single bit.

P.P.S. The name of the pilot flying our plane to Perth was called Captain Hook. It wouldn’t have been fun if we have landed in Never Never Land instead. 🙂

I’m Learning To Fly

Today, I fly to start a new life, with the man I love so much, in a country I know nearly nothing about, and don’t fit in. It’s scary, I’m nervous.


Look at the world — so close, and I’m halfway to it!
Look at it all — so big — do I even dare?
Look at me — there at last! — I just have to do it
Should I? No. Here I go…
Just smell the grass! The dirt! Just like I dreamed they’d be!
Just feel that summer breeze — the way it’s calling me
For like the first time ever, I’m completely free!
I could go running, and racing, and dancing, and chasing, and leaping,
nd bounding, hair flying, heart pounding, and splashing, and reeling,
and finally feeling –

Now’s when my life begins!



Can I just thank everyone who has said supportive words to me ever since I told everyone what I was doing? It’s amazing, really, to hear some of the stories you have told me about similar situations, or just be genuinely happy for me in general. You know who all of you are, and I’m so grateful for everything everyone has said and shared. Thank you all, because of your love, it has helped give me the courage to take this momentous step.

Forever Starts in 1 Day

James lands tomorrow. Tomorrow. He lands tomorrow!!!! Oh man I’m so excited! I get to see him again. My to do list is now almost empty – only able to finish it completely when he is here. Time needs to fast forward to when he actually gets here. I miss his hugs so much.

I just had myself some durian. Some of your might think it’s nasty, but I like it. I don’t go crazy over it, but I like it enough to enjoy it. Such a typical Singaporean, eh? When James visited, I let him try a durian puff, and that was a mild version of the actual taste of durian, and being a typical Caucasian, he didn’t like it, heh.

My hands smell of durian right now, tee hee.

I don’t know if you guys actually understand the whole “Forever Starts in XX Days” thing as being when James land in Singapore, and not when I fly over. This is because we would start our life together (that sounds like we’re getting married, lol) and the first step is getting me over there. It doesn’t really sound that stressful, moving over there, right? Trust me, it is.

I’m very attached to everyone here, and this will always be my home. I’m a born worrier, and I would worry for everyone here. I don’t know how much of a difference my physical presence here would make, but it doesn’t stop me from worrying about the people I care about.

There’s a song from the recent movie Country Strong called Coming Home, which I find aptly describes what ‘home’ is.

“It’s a four-letter word, a place you go to heal your hurt.
It’s an altar, it’s a shelter, one place you’re always welcome.
A pink flamingo, doublewide, one bedroom on a high rise, a mansion on a hill,
where the memories always will keep you company whenever you’re alone.”

It stresses me to no end that I’m leaving all of this behind, but I know I need to do this.

It may a little bad, but I would miss my dog most, out of everyone here in Singapore. She’s my closest friend, my sister, the one who has been there, everyday, making me smile without fail, doing absolutely silly things, someone that I could talk to without being judged, probably because she has absolutely no idea what I’m saying.

She’s been my constant companion for the past ten years. She’ll turn exactly ten when I leave. I’m going miss my baby Yuki so much. There has never been “good times” and “bad times” with Yuki. It has always been just “good times”, even when she pees and poos in my room.

Maybe she’s the hardest to leave behind because I know everyone else can take care of themselves. She can’t.

I’m actually crying as I wrote that. James, can we get a dog? Please?

I think this would be the last proper post until I get settled in there. See you on the other side, everyone!

Forever Starts in 2 Days

The past month or so I’ve been meeting up with my friends, and it’s been fun, catching up. They are people I will miss, definitely.  I guess it’s not that bad, considering I do most of my talking online, anyway. The thing is, to me, talking online has always been very touch and go, if that makes sense. You don’t have the conversations you do with people when they are right there in front of you, with no other distractions.

I think my friends know this very well – I’m horrible when talking online. I rarely finish a conversation, I disappear a lot, and I take forever to respond. I attribute some of this to my extremely dodgy internet. They say that I’m way better at conversing in person than online. Possibly the only exception would have been James. Not sure why, conversing with him online was always so easy. *shrug*

Everyone who is and was close to me at any one point of my life, don’t lose contact with me okay? Even if it’s an occasional ‘hi’ every six months.

I can’t believe it’s only four and a half days till I fly, and two days till James gets here.

Forever Starts in 4 Days

It’ll be four days till James is here. I must say, that one and a half days that he is here is going to be a mad rush, packing and unpacking and packing again. I’ve tried to do a lot of things before he is here, but unfortunately, I require his luggage space, and that isn’t here just yet.

That sounded as though I just wanted him here for his extra weight on the plane, doesn’t it? Honestly, though, I can’t wait to see him again. All my stressing without him here is not doing any favours for my health. Actually, I’ve been down with a fever for the past few days. Getting better, though.

The silly thing about having to go the post office to collect my IDP is that I was home when the registered mail was brought to my house and I think the postman didn’t ring the doorbell. Or I couldn’t hear it, which is not really possible ‘cause my doorbell is noisy. Then Yuki would bark a lot too.  But I finally got my IDP! I know a Singapore licence is generally accepted in most countries, but I was convinced by James to get an IDP anyway, just in case.  It’s not like it’s going to break the bank, anyway.

There are still a couple of things I need to do before I leave. Get a haircut, for one. Get myself waxed, as well.  I’ve yet to settle insurance, and I have to get whatever random loose money I have into the bank. I need to move out of my toilet so the new tenant for the room can move into it. I need to search for a cheap little carry on bag to take with me on the plane.

But most important of all, I really need to pack.