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All items from Ikea Singapore, except the paint.

Total cost: $802

All items from Ikea Singapore (except the paint!)

Total cost: $979.90

Yes, I’m an English teacher. And sometimes I just cannot control my mouth when the English teacher part of me bubbles uncontrollably to the surface – if I happen to inadvertently offend anyone, I’m sorry, I really am; I don’t mean to offend but I just can’t help correcting people’s English. Yikes.

It just really gets my goat when people say “criterias”, or “one criteria that I have”.

And when people say “one media”.

Or “stationeries”.

Or “informations”.

Or “one dice”.

It makes me want to take out my red pen and scribble frenziedly on paper.

And another Chinese New Year holiday flies past in the blink of an eye.

It’s a milestone, this CNY, and one I shall sorely miss.

:)

But other things make up for it.

:x

I wish it were March.

Then I wish it were June. Then mid-July.

And then I wish it were September.

Oh, September.

:)

It’s my upbringing, I suppose, but I’ve always loved wood grains and homey, country style kitchens. Warm terracotta tile, brass handles, yellow lighting. Brick walls, even! Conjures up such a lovely happy cosy kitchen feeling, like there’s always fresh bread baking (in my house it almost always is!) and home-made cookies cooling on the counter. I like wood. I like warm tones. And I love wood-grained kitchens. I would love a huge kitchen with a rough-hewn wooden block table in the middle, the kind that’s dark and knotty and worn. Or an island. I love islands.

A kitchen something like this:

-taken from Desire to Inspire

Pretty :)

Well the long-awaited holiday has come and as I resolutely refused to bring any sort of work home from the office, I’ve been mooching around the house without anything to do, really. I *was* supposed to clear my room but after tidying up half my table I considered that I had done enough :D

So I’ve been vacillating between my laptop and a novel, the table and the bed, and generally quite enjoying having nothing to do, although it would be much more fun if C was with me – I don’t really want to watch CSI alone, and I don’t want to go out alone either. It’s warm and muggy and yet my nose is defiantly running and I have a tissue almost permanently attached to it.

Last night I was unable to sleep and when I finally did, my rest was assailed with images and pictures of what’s been on my mind all week. Not unpleasant dreams, of course. Just a restless sleep, because my mind and heart are overly stimulated, I think, and excited over little things. Little kiasu chicky.

I hate this enforced waiting and time-wasting. Filling my hours with everything and nothing all at once to pass the time in order to make it to where I want to be.

Tomorrow!

So blessed, I can’t contain it
So much I gotta give it away
Your love is all for me to live now
You are more than enough for me!
- Hillsongs

We are truly blessed, Lord.

My Wordpress generates a random quote from Hello, Dolly! at the top of the page every time I refresh, and quite aptly, today’s quote is: “It’s so nice to have you back where you belong”.

The eagle has landed!

Welcome home, big sis.