my unrealistic day in my life..

Nothing feels better than waking up early and paying to get yelled at to run. This is my guilty pleasure... barrys redroom

traditional singaporean breakfast....... nothing is more nostalgic, the aunties here served my mom in her twenties and now me (in my twenties). This place is an institution, the soft boiled eggs are unmatched. more spillage the better (preferably not on the table).

Growing up in Singapore beaches were a luxury vacation activity. Now living in Sydney I take it for granted, I should go more often. Im reading the alchemist strictly only at the beach (so it's taking a while to finish) but it is a quantitative note of how long I spend at the beach. A side hustle I took on, taking care of furry friends and the perfect beach companion.

Its more than just grocery shopping. This is the time where my mom and I spend the most time together, with the occasional fight about pretentious milk (aka MILK LAB almond milk and why its $6).

Nothing beats an iced maple almond latte and a place to people-watch, relax, do life admin, and journal away (even though half of my journal entries are scribbles and to-do lists). Bustling with creatives, I feel comfortable here. It's where productivity meets comfort.

I only just need 5 minutes here, thats all. The most impressive glass cladding in a longtime.

This place is very new for me, front of house (I am shy). I keep coming back because of the community and my best friend is an instructor here!!!!

get a rough love.. thats all I have to say 

caught in the quirky charm of Alberto's Lounge, my mother throws away all the table manners, because its THAT good. and if youre cool enough... a round of limoncello on the house 

This ritual kept me sane during architecture school.  there's nothing more fulfilling to the mind than coming home and getting all that hidden angst before bed with a good old game of mario kart.