When you think you are looking fly and your outfit is rocking but it isn’t.
If anything, your outfit is very grandma.
We have moved. And so, the last seven days have been spent in a perpetual state of shock by my husband (at the amount of things we have) and a perpetual state of exhaustion by me (due to the amount of things we have).
Don’t you just love how everything magically expands in volume the minute you decide to move?
I’ve always wondered what it must be like to kiss a man with a full face of beard. Do beards get in the way? Do they chafe? Do you discover cookie crumbs and then become entirely engrossed in trying to pick them out? I don’t know. But I was at the beach a few weeks ago when I saw this couple taking selfies. They seemed very much in love and totally fine with the beard situation.
So, I sketched them and came up with this bad pun on Weird Love; Beard Love.
I am not even a little bit ashamed to say that while most people indulge in a bubble tea once a week, I have a medium size milk oolong every day. I mean, what’s not to love about bubble tea?
So here’s a short guide to black milk bubble tea in Singapore.
Gong Cha: It’s everywhere, but the tea doesn’t have as much flavor and the bubbles are often a bit too toothsome for my taste
Cup Walker: Gives you a generous helping of bubbles but the tea is soo watery
Artease: Good because they are open till late at night, but even at no sugar, the tea is too sweet. Don’t know how
Hipo: Plain horrid
Koi Cafe: My absolute favorite. I order it with no sugar, no ice, but cold. The oolong is robust, the milk is just the right amount of creamy and the bubbles are AMAZING! Golden, soft and chewy and smaller in size than all the other ones. Almost like sago. I love these guys so much I will take the train to a Koi cafe outlet, even tho I have a bubble tea place right next to my house.
Does anyone have suggestions of other places I can try?
You can see a lot of stars here. Unlike back home where the sky is a dull grey, from all the pollution and smog. Sometimes it’s easy to confuse the stars with the city lights.
The buildings kiss the stars and often you cannot tell which is which. I know this because I force myself to stay up all night just so I can sleep through the day. It helps me kill the time.