Long Hill, here I come!

Long Hill is just a frail terminology aimed at upping the classiness of my new pad in Bukit Panjang. Yes, we have the keys! But not matching key pouches yet. After a couple of weeks of psychological warfare with jackass agents, whacked-up sellers, unexplained sightings of gaudy flooring and claustrophobic spaces we finally settled on this humble five-room utopia.

I hope to move in with my man by year’s end. Wheeeee!

But really, this whole house thing is a lifestyle change – but welcomed because when you’re 24, it’s about time you stop sponging off your pa and mas. Talk about changes. Before – Saturday night boogeying After – Saturday mornings recceing Geylang for the perfect faux fur rug. Before – I wanna buy that dress After – I wanna buy that lamp. Before – Let’s have sex After – Let’s have sex.

Some things don’t change. And better not.

Things we’ve bought:
Loadsa Lights
Living room sofa – polished leather, semi-circular with jumpable cushions.
Coffee table – white with silver legs.
Dining set - second hand, currently being revamped at the workshop.
White furry rug

Things we learnt:
It is not easy to be frugal yet not sacrifice on style. E.g. The Foreman grill has to go, making way for a pirated Foreman grill
First home owners are like a Kenyan cow’s breasts – we will be milked by contractors till we sag and die.
Goodrich wallpapers are everywhere.