On being invisible.

When I was 13, I attended a church dinner with my parents. I was my usual chatty self when my parents told me to go make some new friends with the kids there as well. I remember being full of confidence going like "YEAH SURE. I have no problem making friends" so I went up to a bunch of kids my age and said "Hey, whats your name?" and this girl just looked at me and said "Priscilla" and continued eating her food. 

I think about this time a lot. Yknow, like being able to just go up to someone and say "hey, what're you talking about?" and then smoothly join in the conversation without that underlying fear at the back of your mind that somewhere, mid conversation, they are going to give each other that glance and omit you out of it. You know what I'm talking about. 

I guess thats what happens in life, sometimes for whatever reason, you just won't fit in. I've learnt that a couple of times. I've had friends ditch me for no reason, or even if there was a reason, they didnt care enough to tell me. I've sat at tables only to be embarrassed by being asked "who said you could sit?". One day I'm going to school with friends and the next day I'm completely ignored by everyone like some kind of disease. 

Because of these collected experiences, I've grown so accustomed to being by myself, to having lots of alone time. Now at 26, I've become quieter and quieter as the world grew louder and louder. Today, in a room filled with people talking, laughing, superficially complimenting each other,  there is me, sitting in the corner of the big room observing and listening to everyone whilst being completely invisible. 

I find myself slipping into a kind of place where I am just...disconnected from everything. Like, everyone around me forms a kind of web, all linked up and connected to each other whilst I keep fading into the background until I'm gone. I find that so strangely powerful because you can see them, but they can't see you. 

Quick Hi

I attended a friend's wedding this weekend.

They shared their first kiss at the church altar, which sounds super exaggerated but it is not. Believe me. I know this guy. Though this is something I wont do because a) kissing is amazing and b) I dont see the point in abstaining at all, I think what they managed to achieve is super sweet and admirable... like a kind of commitment yknow.

This week has passed by so fast, my days are blurring into each other its getting so messed up I have to wake up and check what day is it. I've been so swamped at work, buried quite deep under but seriously thank god for weekends. 

If only...

(image credit: fehminism.tumblr.com )

Today I got knocked down by a bicycle. 

I was texting and walking at the same time so it was mostly my fault. The uncle on the bike was so rude though, he had a bell and he obviously saw me in my texting stupor but he didnt think of ringing the bell to alert me of his presence. I mean, sure, in a perfect world, everyone would be responsible and do the right thing, but this happened and it was as if he wanted to ram into me out of anger at my stupidity for walking and texting at the same time.

Has it ever occurred to you? Like you see someone doing something stupid and you just want to inflict harm on them. Ok, not really, Harm with a capital H...but you just get so annoyed you just want to walk past them and knock your shoulders against theirs as you storm past. I feel like that towards oblivious walkers and people who hog the right lane on the escalators. I feel like that towards people who walk in a line side by side and block everyone who wants to come through. I feel like that towards people who suddenly stop mid track at the end of the escalator or at entrances. I've done my fair share of rage walking. 

So I completely understand if the uncle wanted to just knock me down because he was annoyed at my senselessness. I fell down on the side of the pavement and hit my elbows, and with that fall, my belongings also fell on the ground. I was SO pissed off. I looked back at the uncle already cycling away and I just wanted to run after him and beat him senseless yknow. 

I was picking my things up and I had this thought, its a very stupid thought but it really crossed my mind. I thought : if I was prettier or "hotter",  maybe the guy wouldnt have done that. Maybe he would have been nicer. In my head I imagined a different scenario, tall skinny pretty me would have adverted the situation when the guy rode past he would have said something like "excuse me miss!" and if I didnt avoid him in time and still fell, he would have stopped to help pick my things up. 

I stood up and brushed off the dirt from the ground and said, no, tee, you need to stop. This is a very dangerous chain of thought and it will lead you to nowhere. I think about that woman somewhere across the globe who is thinking the same "if only I was better, he would not have left me", "if only I was skinnier, I would have more friends." if if if, if only this if only that. 

The first thing I did when I came home was to look at myself in the mirror. 

I looked at my face, my eyes, my nose, my lips...I used my eyes to trace out every single detail of my face. In this process, it hit me, this is me. Me. And I'll be stuck with Me for the rest of my life SO if I dont love Me, who is gonna? So if you're reading and you've had a moment like this, I just want to say that You are beautiful. You are more than how you look. You are so valuable and precious. If only you'd learn to see that in yourself. 

HOBIUM

Hi guys!!

Its been way too long. I know I know, things have gotten soooo crazy busy around here which makes this very timely post! A few weeks ago, Hobium (a web company based in turkey) contacted me about their site...where craft lovers can buy all kinds of craft supplies on there. They have a variety of stuff, from jewellery making to yarns to magazines. They wanted to send me any product of my choice as a gift to try out their web shop service and give honest reviews.

The Hobium team was very very helpful. I had some difficulty using their site, more specifically the checkout part...for some reason it couldnt accept my address and kept prompting me to enter a valid address. That was quite frustrating because once I went back to the home page, my entire shopping cart was emptied. So I contacted the team and told them about it, they were super friendly, understanding and fast to help. We managed to solve the problem quite promptly and my order arrived not too long after. I was genuinely surprised when I received the package because I didnt think it'd take that fast!

Thank you Hobium for these and the pronto delivery!! :)

xx

Seoul (Part 1)

Hullo~

Before heading the Seoul, I was really busy with finishing up commissioned works and personal projects I didn't have much time to plan what to do in Korea. The night before I was supposed to leave, I was still working on packing stuff to send to a client the next day but anyway, mid panicking before sleeping...I googled for blogs with itineraries and things to do in seoul. Some blogs that I chanced upon on google, their travel entries on what they did was mainly selfies and outfit of the daysssss which was really a lot. Also I found some that were soooo detailed to the point of which exit to take when exiting a station and which corner to turn to find a restaurant and to that I wonder, wow... this person must really be taking some serious notes wherever she goes. There were also blogs with downloadable pdfs and excel sheets on what to do on a day to day basis, which was all super hardcore. And there were some blogs with just out fits of the days, like "oh check me out under this street". I kid you not, their whole travel entry was just what they wore which I find quite pointless although I must say they really know how to dress up for the right tree and right lane. But some of their photos captured really nice locations and im like "WHERE IS THIS PLACE!" but the only information I have is "wearing xx brand, quote helloitsme for 10% discount, seoul is so nice!!". 

But thats fine I guess. Maybe people travel for different reasons. Some just want to take nice photos, some just want to eat, some shopping, some weirdos sit infront of places for hours to embroider. 

I like to think that when I travel, I collect memories...not data on whats good, whats not good, go here, dont go here. To me travelling is all about exploring different places, chancing upon places and little alleys and finding a random macaroni and cheese shop where they serve different flavoured mac and cheese and where their wifi password is 01234567mnc. But of course there are also very touristy things that we as tourists absolutely must do or must visit, so here I will compile a little bit of everything. Thoughts, words, some recommendations and photos of everything else.  

Singapore --> Seoul 

Passing time, taking turns to humour each other. 

Mr Papito and Ms Jolie. Characters born out of boredom on the plane. Ms Jolie is quite scandalous whilst Mr Papito just likes to work but hes also always very worried about the weather. So here you can see him looking out of the window again, wondering if its going to rain. Ms Jolie on the other hand is just dancing around and in the process, photo bombed this shot. 

Yeouido Park -->  Itaewon --> Bukchon Hanok Village --> Tongin Market --> Insa-dong

I felt a bit displaced the first day. Like everything is foreign and unfamiliar. I also kept thinking about food and making the perfect sushi when I come back home, but more on that next time. 

Yeouido Park 

 I brought my embroidery box along because I wanted to embroider the cherry blossom trees at the park. So excited I tell you. I've not seen cherry blossoms before and imagining a whole park filled with them...arheuhgruairawr, so embroidery worthy. But anyway so here are some images en route to Yeouido. 

*excited whisper* we're in seoul! * silent squeal* 

(there was a huge moth on the bus that was freaking me out big time but no one seems to care about its flapping presence) 

hello swans, bye swans. 

SO, at this point of time, I was like "wheres the pink" There aint no pink at all in the park. T_T (except we saw a small section of pink so we rushed there thinking maybe thats all thats left but it turned out to be fake trees.) It was such a lovely day, so F and I decided to just plonk our butts down onto the ground and just enjoy being present. Heres my favourite photo of him. 

I'd like to think I take quite nice photos of him haha, but look at the photo he took of me... 

Struggling in the wind

But nevertheless, even though there werent any cherry blossoms left when we arrived, a day in the park with dandelions flying everywhere, with the wind in our hair as we went about like curious excited kids and lying on the ground with the clear sky above...it was a great day, I wouldnt change anything about it. 

Btw koreans dress really well. 

I was checking out their dressing, like wow nice dress...and F would be like wow, nice bike. He likes Korea because people cycle a lot and they have good tastes in bicycles. He would literally walk past them and say "good job koreans!" Haahhahahahah. 

Itaewon

Itaewon is like the expat area of Seoul. On our first day here we were really craving some korean food but somehow all we saw in Itaewon were like Mexican food, Turkish food, Italian food etc etc etc... I was having a kimchi soup kinda craving but in the end we stumbled into some random mac and cheese shop in some random alley, I dont have the address sorry but if you want to find it...just tell yourself you dont want to find it and...you'll end up walking into it. Murphys law. Nah I'm kidding, I've included the address below. 

view from a hill 

random alley we walked into and found this glorious mac and cheese place

I kid you not. This was really nice. If it helps, the shop name is called MAC.N. Address: 

Yongsa-Gu, Itaewon-Dong 118-59 Seoul

But lets move on because its 548pm now and its gonna be dinner time and I want to finish this blogpost because I want to get to the part where we met a Mr Kang but that would probably be in Part 2. Ugh I hate parts, like you watch a nice movie and then BAM, to be continued in part 2. But this trip was quite long and I want to share as much as I can. 

But anyway so we found a korean restaurant here amongst the expat food places whoohoo. Korean bbq~~~ Pork belly and beef ribs. It was our first korean meal in seoul and it was gooooood. We ate till we were full and the entire meal only costed us about 35,000 won, which is about ....USD$35ish. 

Btw, do you know how much meat we can eat? In singapore, whenever we eat steak, we'd go for the 450g house cut steak EACH. And then we're still not full. Can you imagine, in korea where the bbq is so cheap, can you just imagine how much meat we ate? 

Also, completely random but just to add some atmosphere to the pictue...the table next to us consisted of 5 drunk aunties making a lot of noise and asking for round after round after round of soju + beer. I didnt take a picture but happy birthday to you birthday auntie. 

so photo of me because this is my blog.

Bukchon Hanok Village 

Hello kOreAaaAAAAA. Thank you for producing this amazing banana milk. 

We're here in Bukchon! Heres me pensively thinking about what I should eat for lunch. Anyway, before I came here I thought Bukchon was a place for tourist...like they created this village to show tourists how the past was like. Kinda like in a theme park kinda style, but when I was here...its REALLY a village, not the in the sense with the rivers and women bathing in the water and men fishing though. I really like it because over the years, it has integrated with the modern world and though the architecture of these houses remains mostly unchanged, there are new modern parts added and real people actually live in them. I thought they would be like fake actors and actresses in the traditional korean costumes parading around to give the kind of atmosphere, but its really not. Real people live there so there are a lot of signs that say "SHHhhhhh, be quiet" or something like that.

hello plants. Happy photosynthesizing. 

hello flower. Good job being orange. 

Temple on a hill 

ok so, story time!

After walking around Bukchon (its super tiring because you go up hill and down hill and repeat 290128x), we went to a cafe to rest for a bit. Ok, maybe not We, but I went to the cafe to rest for a bit because it was super hot outside and I was tired from walking so much. So I'm at this cafe minding my own business drinking my yuja tea and next to me was this chinese couple holding hands on the table, probably on a company trip because they were talking about how the company should have booked them bigger rooms etc etc etc.

man: the company should have booked us bigger rooms. They're really small dont you think.
woman: yes I agree, but we're travelling with a lot of other people so maybe this is the best they can provide.
*awkward silence whilsts both sip tea*
man: so...how long have you been with the company.
woman: about 2 years now, I started here only after my son was old enough to go to school.
man: you have a son!?
woman: yes i have a son. I have a picture if you want to see him.
man: no way! you look so young!
woman: *laughs and blushes*
man: he must look a lot like your husband. Whats he like?
woman: hes a nice guy. actually I think you know him, hes in the company too.

So...HOLY SHIT. I just overheard a whole affair happening. They were like holding hands and being intimate and all and then BAM! "I have a son." It was super awkward trust me. I stole some glances here and there to see their faces but maybe I read the whole situation wrongly... I tried thinking of alternatives, maybe my mandarin was not so good...but if you can come up with an alternative situation that does not involve cheating, I'll gladly take it.

Tongin Market

I know its completely irrelevant but everything I see this "Tongin" word, I keep thinking of tongues. So this is a market of tongues. Tonguing Market. A market where you tongue a lot.

This is a whole stretch of little stalls that sells food. There were people carrying these black plastic food trays around getting food from each stall, but we tried asking for them but they kept saying "no". So we must have missed something. Also, there were people giving gold coins in exchange for food, like gold coins stringed together with red string...like something you'd see from an ancient asian movie or something. But WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!? What secret world is this!?

So we didnt have the black trays OR the gold coins. But we have some good olfashion korean won that we used to purchase some food on plastic plates and styrofoam boards. Heres what went down. 

You'll see lots of stores selling these kinda food. Whats interesting to me isnt the food, but actually there was an old grandma sleeping inside the shop, just 2m away behind from all the hustle and bustle and from the frying of the oil.

This was really yummy. Tteokbokki its called. However after your 10th tteokbbokki, you'll proabably feel bored.

This, I dont know the official korean name, but its essentially nuts and raisins and dried salmon skin mixed together with honey or some sweet sauce. Yummy for a few mouths, and then bleagh...

Overall, Tongin Market was nice because
-local street food which was sometimes yummy
-cheap
-solved the mystery of the black plastic plates

Insadong

hello protesting man! I have no idea what the sign says because its in korean but using basic analytical and observation skills, maybe something to do with dogs and puppies and animal rights...

By the time we reached insadong, we were already SO tired. So was our wifi egg that kept dying too.

We explored the area a bit and went to this mall called Ssamziegil because based on my minimal research, its supposed to be a mall focused on craft and art.  But honestly, I didnt really enjoy it much other than the fact that we didnt have to climb stairs up because it was designed in a way that its just a slope going up and up and up and up until you decide that its a waste of time. But thats just me.

Food street!!

This guy loves his street food a lot. It feels cheap, but if you actually think about it...each snack is about USD$3, after walking down a row you'll probably would have spent like $20 or sth. But maybe thats just us, we eat a lot.

Thanks for reading!

Also before I forget, I remember sourcing around for information on wifi egg or sim card in seoul. If you're asking the same, I'd highly recommend (because a friend living in seoul also recommended) a wifi egg from KT Olleh. On the night before leaving, I went to their website to reserve a device, its about $7 a day but you get unlimited data!! That means you can use it to stream netflix or upload photos or blog or also more importantly google maps your way around. I paid online, and collected the device when we arrived in Seoul. They have a 24hr counter where you can pick the device up no matter what time you land.

Next stop : Jeju Island. 

Memories

We never appreciate what we have until...we dont. 

Do you think maybe we go forward only to go backwards? Somethings dont change, somethings do, what if this never happened, what if THAT never happened...what would, what could? All these memories frozen in time, just like it happened yesterday. I miss everything. I miss those times we can never get back, the laughter, the friends, the family, the love, the crazy stories, the surprises, watching Abram grow up from when he was a little baby. 

I wonder if people kept memories of me in a box like this. Frozen and forgottened, but once opened...leaping out at you all at once, like a pandoras box. 

NO toby.

Does my shadow know how hot it is today? It says hi anyway. 

Scene 1: Sengkang, Singapore.

I've never taken the LRT in Sengkang before. I got lost and had 10 mins to get to my destination but all I could think of was how intense my craving for almonds and raisins were. Also because the weather was super hot today, almost 37 degrees, I kept thinking about the slimy texture of a piece of ice cold salmon sashimi, and just that thought alone... somehow cooled me down. But anyway, I noticed also how close the HDB blocks were to the LRT stations. How nice it would be to have a balcony and just watch the trains go by...thinking about the people it ferries from one end to the other, and their stories.

Anyway back to being lost in my own country, a slightly disoriented woman came up to me to ask for directions, but she didnt speak english...she just held out a card with an address and looked at me with blank eyes. I got a shock and my first response was to just wave her away and say I dont know...but its actually true, I really didnt know! So I explained to her that I was also lost and I dont know which train to take as well, but she kept pointing to the card with the address. I was like, oh shit oh shit, woman I want to help you but I'm late and I'm kinda lost too. But anyway, I tried making sense of the situation by checking google maps, but as I was doing so...another kind stranger came over to help her. So yay, reward myself with a sip of water. 

And then, I felt someone tap my shoulder again, so I got another shock. Yes it seems that I keep getting shocks. I'm like a bat in so many ways. I try to look scary but am easily startled, I eat fruit and not forgetting that I have bad eyesight. But anyway, she just said something like " omg hi i love your works, I'm one of your followers on ig " which was very nice. Thank you~~ Im so sorry I was in such a rush, thanks for pointing me in the right direction anyway, and it was very nice to meet you too! I forgot if we shook hands and I dont know if you read my blog but I just wanted to tell you this! 

Scene 2 : White Cat

Rush rush rush rush rush. 

Had 10 mins to calm down and have a quick bite (which was banana cake + yuzu lemon) before the next thing on my calender. White cat came along and watched me eat. I tried to connect with it, like send out some kind of brain waves that says " I am your friend. Come sit with me" and then the next thing... 

it leaped onto the chair next to me! hhAHAHAHAHHAhahahaha. 

So I spent lunch talking to the white cat, whom I'm going to name Toby. We kept meowing to each other, I was receiving weird looks from a grandma that was strolling by slowly. Toby doesnt mind so I dont mind. I asked toby what his day was like. He said it was super chill, they were doing some fogging around the area, so there were lots of pests that turned up from the rubbish chutes. And on Cat News Sg, the highlight is still about some cat killer who killed cats and left their bodies out in the open...like some kind of sick message. 

so whats my day like, Toby asked.

dear toby,

first of all, meow. 

my day in human world kinda sucks. I dont know what I want anymore. You know how sometimes you like to eat fish and then some days you wanna chase mice? Humans are the same too I guess. I'd rather be having this brain wave conversation with you than be on my phone. Its like, the world is so noisy, full of people and their expectations of you and commitments. I dont want to feel obligated to do certain things and then feel bad because I said no. Whats wrong with saying no? No just means NO. Why do people keep asking again and again as if to say that I dont know what I want and my No might mean yes maybe... and when I say NO they get all defensive and say whoa whoa whoa lol chill its alright dont need to get all uptight. I dont understand why I feel bad saying no. 

anyway, so I was playing with Toby's ears and stroked his back and then he bit me.

I guess he meant that as a lesson on 'NO' for me.

Thanks Toby. You've taught me well.

Eyes / Dreams / Stairs

Eyes. 

Sometimes the shape of the eyes can tell me so much about someone. The nonchalent ones, the bubbly ones, the lost ones, the ones that eat too much donuts etc etc etc. I just can tell. When I meet someone new, as superficial as it sounds, I judge them by their eyes... its like my kind of gut feeling. When people ask which is the part of my body that I dislike the most, I'd say eyes. Not that I dislike my eyes, "dislike" is a strong word, (sorry my eyes that are reading this, I appreciate you very much dont be angry) I feel self conscious about my eyes, in a way that I wonder...can people read me? My eyes do weird things sometimes, like...they dont listen to me. 

Dreams.

I dream too much. I dream every night. Vivid ones. I go to sleep tired, I close my eyes and then I enter the world of dreams, and then I open my eyes and its time to wake up. I wake up super tired. Believe me when I say this, I wake up even more tired than when I went to bed the night before. And this continues day after day after day. My mind is working even when Im sleeping. I used to think it was a gift...kinda, like being able to dream so much because it churns out so much ideas and plots for my work and because i love weird thoughts. But now, I just want to sleep. Dream suppressant. Stop dreaming. Sleep. Rest. Recharge. 

Stairs. 

I was climbing up this flight of stairs. It was steep. I dont really like stairs, especially going up because I have this fear that I'd fall backwards. I was climbing the flight of stairs, holding the railing, going up going up going up. And then the railing disconnected suddenly, I wasnt expecting that...so I froze and immediately bent forward to retrieve some balance and more importantly not to fall backwards cos yknow... bones broken, fractured skull, paralysis etc etc...so this guy behind me was using his phone and wasnt expecting me to stop suddenly, and his face bumped into my butt. I think he got a shock, I didnt even turn back... I felt the bump and then I ran to the station and never looked back. 

The South Beach

I was looking through my iphone photos and I realised I havent done a blog post on my AMAZING stay at The South Beach hotel in Singapore. The reason for this was that I couldnt post the photos up yet until the hotel was opened so I had to wait before sharing it. I was hosted as a guest at the 5 star hotel even before they were opened to the public, so heres what happened! 

Arrival

I got picked up by a private driver right from my house in Yishun, the elegance of the car and the driver in a suit looked super out of place in the HDB area. It was super funny, my parents were even taking photos all the way up from the floor we lived on. The ride was super badass!! Like a bausss!  Anyway, all I could remember from this ride was that I had a super bad stomach ache and I really needed to take a dump asap. Heres me texting Nicole, saying something along the lines of "I really need to use the toilet once I reach the hotel." 

But once I reached the hotel, there were SO many people waiting outside for me. I completely forgot about the toilet and my stomach ache. There were so many photographers snapping photos, even my brother (whom I brought along to take photos for me) was shocked...like... "who is my sister?" Even I was confused for awhile. I was presented this large bouquet of lovely flowers and had so many hands to shake. Firm handshake guys....firm handshake... no fish hands. Anyway, everyone was like "Welcome to the south beach Miss Lim" and I was like whoaaaa................. 

so now I was shown the lift...which is a feature of this hotel. The hotel is known as a luxury hotel of design with design pieces by Phillip Starke...and this lift is one of them. It changes color and it feels like you're entering a completely different space. Here you can also see how many people there were and entering a lift has never felt more stressful and complicated than this. *inserts laughing emoji* but also, I can say that Ive never had so many people walk me to a lift before. So in a list of Useless Life Goals: More than 10 people showing me to a lift...CHECK!

Now we arrive at the Ladies Floor. The South Beach has a floor dedicated only for ladies. It has an extra security door too, to block out all the men. A thought that I had was probably about how much Oestrogen this floor alone would have. 

The Room

I have my own personalised room!? The room is beautiful.  And Im not just saying that because I had celebrity treatment that day. I had personalised gifts from the hotel on my bed alongside with Margiela Pajamas to roll around in. At this point I was feeling very overwhelmed, but holy smhokes.... the bed is sooooo comfortable, I just wanted to lie down and listen to Clair De Lune and think of my dog and whether this was real. 

Also I had magazines like Kinfolk all laid out for my reading pleasure. So here, you can see me pretending to read whilst photographers snap away. Also, my legs look abnormally long here, which brings me to say that the part of my body I like the most are my ankles and fingers. *twiddle thumbs* Annddddddd ok moving on...

Also, I left the room for awhile and when I came back in, there was a bottle of champagne. And then I left the room again, and when I came back, there were big balloons for me. At this point, my brother suggested me leaving the room more and coming back to see if there were anymore new things that would appear. At that point, anything was possible so I actually tried hahahahahahhahaha.  

Lunch

Im not going to attempt to name the food because fancy hotel = fancy food name. I think this was duck and mashed potato. I remember it being some kind of exotic bird. Ugh, this is why I cannot be a food blogger. Anyway, I love potato, anything potato related, I will eat. Which makes me think about The Martian, yknow the movie? The part where he grew potatoes to survive on mars, I was so excited for him, all the possibilities of potatoes!! Mashed, fried, diced, grilled, with butter, with cheese etc etc...but I guess he's on mars so the possibilities are not so vast.

Hotel Facilities 

ok guys, The South Beach has a mirrored ping pong table, which is super stylish and modern looking, and also great for checking out your double chin when you look down and attempt to hit the ball. They also have an indoor infinity pool that has an amazing view of the prime areas of Singapore (think: MBS, esplanade, padang...) Super great area to watch the F1 and the national day parade. Also I was told that the security is also super high because great view = great chance of snipers and violent stuff. But anyway, heres me being non violent and avoiding the view of my double chin. 

At this point I would like to thank the hotel team Nicole and Sarah for arranging this stay for me. It was a great pleasure being one of the first few guests to stay at The South Beach. Thank you also for these floats which I couldnt use because I was having my period. T_T

The rest of it.

After a whole day of photo shooting and touring the hotel, I had to leave for a meeting with a client. This whole time I was just super excited to end the meeting and go home to my big bed and have a nice bubble bath and drink champange. When I got back to the hotel, it felt like I was returning "home" because the staff all greeted me by name. "Welcome back Miss Lim". Also because there were no guests around (because it wasnt opened yet), the hotel seemed like it was mostly mine which was a very surreal feeling. When I reached my floor, all the staff continued greeting me...it was like the whole hotel knew that I was staying there. Very very surreal. 

Anyway, once I got back to the hotel, they prepared my dinner and sent it up to my room. But at this moment, I got a text from my brothers saying that our dog has just died. So I had mixed emotions, here I was at this really fancy hotel room with yummy food with gifts and everything, but my dog died... So I was thinking that there is no better time than this to open up the bottle of champagne and drink to Merc ( our dog). He died of old age, he was very very old, 16 years old. So anyway, if you know me, you'd know that I dont drink at all. I CANT drink. I dont even like the taste of alcohol. But since I had this bottle and was feeling a bit sad, sure why not...

But the problem is, I dont know how to open the bottle. It looked so complicated with the metal wires around the cork. I even googled and youtubed "how to open a champagne bottle", and I was also laughing at the situation because it seemed so comical.. I was imagining me trying to open the bottle and the cork flying out hitting or breaking something... I wouldn't be surprised if that happened because I always find myself in these kinda super awkward and comically unfortunate situations. But thankfully in the end they sent a staff up to help open the bottle ahhahahahhaha. I drank almost half of it in the end, it was the long bath and the news of Merc leaving us...

but anyway~~~~

The toilets are super big, but the feature I enjoyed the most were the speakers and sound system in the toilet. I could connect to Spotify from their entertainment system and play it in the toilet. AHHhhhhh, the bliss~ just imagine having a nice warm bubble bath with Bill Evans playing jazz and reading Tolstoy. It was super nice, I could have slept there but soaking too long isnt very good I think? I read that people die from soaking too long in warm water. Just google "death by soaking in hot tub". But then again, you can die from ANYTHING apparently....

oooohayouuu~ 

Break fast in bed!! The South Beach really knows how to pamper their guests. Btw, the Ladies Rooms have hair dryers and pink hair straightener/ curlers, which is AMAZING because everytime I travel, I have to bring mine along to curl my fringe and the ends of my hair so it doesnt look to flat and yknow....but anyway, that concludes my stay at The South Beach, thank you again for having me!! I had such an amazing stay!
Till next time~~~~~~~~~~ ^^