Journal – October 8-10

Journal - October 8-10


Transcription (Oct 8-9)


I’m honestly quite surprised that this month’s bujo is proving more popular, so my Instagram follower count has been increasing very quickly. 4K followers! I thought people wouldn’t like the slight change in style, but I’ve always been bad at predicting what people like anyway! Regardless, Im so very grateful for this blessing and am very thankful to everyone who likes my amateurish art!

The Undecided Couple

I’m calling us The Undecided Couple from now on. We had to toss a coin to decide dinner tonight. And 4 years ago we had to toss a coin to decide whether to have a wedding ceremony!

Evil Forces

Evil forces are stopping me form watching Harry Potter! Our new 4K TV arrived today. After waiting 18 days, then 4 days (ref. Oct 5) to watch the movie, I could have, today, except when I went to iTunes Store, the complete collection isn’t there anymore! It was still there an hour before!

Now, only single movies are available at £10 instead of £40 for 8! I sent Apple an email but in the meantime, more waiting!


Did a 65-minute walk today despite being very cold and tired!


Transcription (Oct 10)

Good Forces

It wasn’t evil forces after all! It was a blessing in disguise! The Harry Potter complete collection came back to the iTunes Store £10 cheaper than before! I mean it’s a small amount but waiting for a total of 23 days for that saving seems worth it, lol. Now I’ve got all the 8 Harry Potter movies in 4K with extras for £30!

Artistic TV

I love our new Samsung Frame TV! It turns into a piece of art when the TV is off. There’s all kinds of styles of art to choose from and we can keep changing it. Only problem is Piers and I have very different tastes in art so I expect I’ll have to change it more often than I like!


I’m grateful for all the silver linings and blessings in disguise I’ve encountered in my life. As much as I love ranting and as much as I fall into depression, I do deep down believe that things kind of work out eventually and happy things do happen. and when they do, feel very grateful because gratitude enhances happiness.

Migrating Swans

Big noisy swans have been flying past our house quite a lot this month. I wonder where they’re going. I wish they’d stop here!


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Daily Journal – September 24

Daily Journal - September 24



Flying Swans

Three large swans flew over my head while I was walking in the garden! They were so near they caused a draft which alerted me to their presence so I looked up just in time to see them glide off into the distance! I didn’t even know before today that swans flew all over the country!

Acquiring a taste

I have decided to try to like dark chocolate to see if I can stop craving milk chocolate. I tried a square of Lindt 70%. I think I like the bitterness. It’s the sour flavour at the end that I find unpleasant and the 70% has more of it. Why? But I love the texture of chocolate so I will try more different % and brands!


Today I’m grateful for a tasty dinner.


Had a big upset while cooking dinner. I super hate cooking. I’ve been cooking for 6 years now and it still isn’t easier or better. Even on normal days, I am stressed throughout the process.

Tonight, I had chunks of raw turkey mince flying into different surfaces and boiling oil spitting in my face. It was one of those times I just wanted to give up and have a good cry.

On the bright side, the hoisin turkey mince lettuce wrap and fried gyoza were super yummy.


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Jinxing the weather in England

I’m back in England for the third time now and it’s only been five months since my first trip.

It’s strange musing upon how life had taken a surprise drastic turn five months back and now I’m treading a completely unexpected path with a completely unexpected significant other.

Fate sometimes does the right thing by you, just when you think all is lost.


Poole Park


It was a cold and rainy day when I arrived last Saturday morning, even though it’s summer now, so we spent the whole day indoors, catching up with each other.

But we went out the next day because Piers couldn’t wait to show me Olive, who was at his parents’ house.

We’ve decided to name his TVR Tuscan Olive because she reflects different colours depending on lighting conditions. Sometimes she’s black, sometimes green, sometimes purple, all the colours of olives.

And also because we both love eating olives.




You can see me in the reflection!

She does look a bit nicer in real life than in photos.

Anyway, I only brought light summer clothes with me this time, since it’s summer. But it seems like I’ve been cheated again.

The last time I came in May, I also only brought summer clothes because it was warm and nice the two weeks leading up to my arrival.

But the moment I arrived, it turned cold again. Luckily, I had left a few warm things in England.

This time was the same! The temperature had been in the mid to late 20s for the last two weeks but the very day I arrived was the day it dipped to 17 and that’s going to last for at least a week.

It was the same case in February when I first came. Shit weather when I arrived, ending a spell of relatively good weather for winter.

AND, the last two trips, the weather immediately turned better after I left.

I think I’m a weather jinx.

Piers says it rains more when I’m here because England is crying with happiness at my presence.





I wore this on Sunday and it was quite okay except when the wind blew.

The temperature is around 15°C to 19°C in the day this week, which is like a cold aircon room. But when the wind blows, it becomes like 10°C and I want to die.

We went to Swan Lake to feed the swans after picking up Olive but the wind was blowing something strong so I was hiding in Olive most of the time while I watched Piers feed the seagulls.

He prefers feeding the seagulls because he’s impressed with their beak-eye coordination. He throws a pinch of bread up in the air and they almost always catch it mid-air.


Poole Park


But I did feed the swans before I had to give the rest of the bread to Piers and run off to hide in Olive.

We fed the birds a whole fresh multi-grain baguette this time because it had come with my tomato soup at lunch and I didn’t feel like eating it because the grains hurt my teeth.

Yeah, I think I can look forward to having hurty teeth periodically till I’m all done with my Invisalign treatment.

By the way, on a separate note, don’t believe in those chicken-crossing-the-road jokes. They don’t cross roads all that much. The only fowls that cross roads are ducks and geese.

Have you ever seen a chicken cross a road?


Why did the chicken cross the road?


There you go.

When I arrived in England on Saturday, the first thing Piers showed me was an episode of Top Gear where host Jeremy Clarkson was test-driving a featured car and almost ran over a family of ducks crossing the road.

It was very cute, a mother duck with six or so little ducklings following her in a line, crossing the road in a rather relaxed manner.

He stepped on the brakes and swerved just in time to avoid them, startling them a little. But ducks are very resilient. They got over their scare in just a second and continued waddling calmly to the other side.


Duck Crossing sign


I wonder why duck families always only have one mother and her kids. Where’s the father? Is it an animal’s destiny to grow up without a father?

I didn’t get to see a mummy duck and her baby ducks cross the road (I hope I do one day) but I did see a gaggle of geese cross the road at Poole Park, where we were feeding the swans.

Traffic had to stop for them because they were taking their own sweet time and some of them even broke rank to explore the road instead of cross it.

No babies, though. So disappointing.


Geese crossing in Poole Park


Geese crossing in Poole Park


Geese crossing in Poole Park


Anyway, I might be here for three months this time if there are no pressing commitments I need to be back in Singapore for before then.

Will have more to blog about soon because I’m planning to do a lot of fun things here!

Weather permitting.


Mobbed by hungry geese

I want to have a duckling for my birthday!

I was just surfing the net when I came across this picture of a baby mallard. Isn’t it the cutest duckling you’ve ever seen?


Mallard duckling


So want a pet duckling!

But then I’d need a house to go with it. =(


I had a pet duckling a long time ago. A school friend knew a farmer who was giving them away and she scored one for me. I kept it in my HDB flat.

It was so very cute, one of those yellow ones, but it made a righteous din. It honked nonstop in the middle of the night until the neighbours complained.

I had to give it back before the week was over.


I’ve always liked ducks, especially ducklings. I don’t like them as food so much, cos their meat is tough. So I will not be plagued with guilt when I have them as pets.

Until I do have a pet duckling, though, I have to satisfy my anatidae nurturing impulse by feeding the waterfowl at Poole Park. It’s possibly my favourite activity in England, right next to watching an entire season of 24 within 27 hours.


Feeding geese at Poole Park


In Poole Park, you can find mallards, Canada geese and swans. The mallards are the shyest of the lot, prefering to keep a distance. But the geese and swans will come right up to you to beg for food.

The geese are the most shameless and I was so thrilled to be mobbed by them.

But when I looked at my photos on my laptop later, I saw a sign which neither Piers nor I saw when we were at the park, because it is so damned tiny.


This is the magnified version:

Don't feed Canada geese!


“Please don’t feed Canada geese,” it says.

There are many signs like this one spread around the ponds and lakes at the park, but they might as well not be there because no one can read them unless they’re using binoculars.

To illustrate just how small they are, here’s a perspective photo:


Invisible sign at Poole Park


See the little sign in the middle of the water with a silly bird standing on it?

So there I was, happy feeding the geese with bagels and bread, oblivious to the miniscule sign placed three metres away that only Superman can read.

I found out later that parks discourage the feeding of Canada geese because these migratory birds cause overcrowding and pollution, and when people feed them, it makes them overstay.

Some parks also discourage feeding any waterfowl at all because bread isn’t so good for them and excess food causes pollution and spread of diseases.

Poole Park does allow people to feed the ducks, swans and fish; they sell food for those.


Poole Park Railway


Yeah, that’s a railway station, lol. You can pay about £2 to ride on a little train around the park. The trains have cute names like Desmond the Diesel Engine and George the Steam Train.

Anyway, since I have already fed the geese, here are the photos!


Feeding geese at Poole Park


Feeding geese at Poole Park


Feeding geese at Poole Park


Feeding geese at Poole Park


Feeding geese at Poole Park


I didn’t feed a lot because we only had three slices of bread and one bagel.

Piers said we could only use leftover bread that was going to expire or had just expired because that’s what everyone does.

I ignored him and took our last fresh bagel, figuring that it was just one piece, so he shouldn’t mind too much.

It was disappointing how the geese chomped everything up so quickly I had nothing left for the swans and ducks.

So, the next day, I made Piers buy a whole loaf of bread just to feed the swans with. It was going to be my last fun activity before flying back to Singapore. (He refused to buy bagels for them.)

We went back to Poole Park the day before I left England.

I was conscious about not feeding the geese, so we went to Swan Lake, where there were only swans.


Feeding swans at Poole Park


I offered the entire loaf to a curious swan to see what would happen. It tried to peck at it but, of course, the loaf was too big, lol.


Feeding swans at Poole Park


I had to tear out strips to feed it. Long strips, because the swans would get really excited and overshoot their aim, ending up eating my fingers as well as the bread.


Feeding swans at Poole Park


After a while, a few more swans came to join in the feast and Piers took over feeding duty.

He likes throwing the bread at them to see if they can catch it.


Feeding swans at Poole Park


We didn’t feed them too much. Piers said the swans shouldn’t eat too much junk food, which is what bread is for them. They’re really supposed to eat grains or vegetables, which is what we’ll bring the next time.


Feeding swans at Poole Park


We walked away to feed other swans at the other side of the lake but our swans started following us!


Feeding swans at Poole Park


They seemed to like the bread very much. Each time a swan got one piece, it would dunk it in the water to make it soggy and gross before eating it up.

There weren’t many swans out that day. After a while, we decided to walk to other ponds and lakes in the park to find more waterfowl to feed.

Piers looked really funny holding the half-eaten loaf of bread as we walked around, lol.

I slyly took a photo of him when he went to get my coat from the car. Haha.


Piers holding a loaf of bread


I tried to feed some mallards next but it’s so hard to get them to take food out your hands. They’re so suspicious! I was lucky this one even allowed me to get so close to it.


Trying to feed a mallard


Suddenly, a group of Cananda geese swam to us from the other side of the pond. They jumped out, walked towards us and tried to get at our bread!

We had to say, “You can’t have any, sorry!” and walk away.

It was really quite sad.

The problem was that the geese were everywhere in the park (except Swan Lake) so it was hard to feed anything without them trying to crash the party.

But then we found a group of teenage geese and couldn’t resist feeding them. They kept following us!

We only gave them a bit!


Teenage Cananda geese


Teenage Cananda goose


Cananda goose


Teenage Cananda goose


Piers feeds a goose


Anyway, it was hard to find anything else to feed since the ducks were shy and the geese were so aggressively greedy.

We had to go back to Swan Lake to finish using up the bread.

The swans welcomed us very warmly.


Feeding swans at Swan Lake


Feeding swans at Swan Lake


So did the seagulls!

There was suddenly a whole mob of them, flying overhead, swooping down to steal the bread we tossed at the swans.

It was crazy. I was afraid of being shat on, lol!


Feeding swans at Swan Lake


Didn’t happen, luckily.

I got shat on by a pigeon one day when Piers and I were at the town centre on the way to dinner.

Fortunately not on my head, but on my coat sleeve. I used up half a packet of wet wipes to get it off and then sent the coat off to the dry cleaners.

I only like waterfowl. Don’t like birds so much.

Ducklings! =D


Cute duckling