Strategies to find a good movers storage services in Singapore: A Guide
Finding a good mover's storage service in Singapore can be a challenging task, especially if you're not familiar with the market. With so many options to choose from, it can be hard to know where to start. In this guide, we'll share strategies to help you find the best mover's storage service for your needs.
Identify Your Needs: Before you start searching for a mover's storage service, identify your specific needs. This includes the amount of storage space you require, the type of items you need to store, and the duration of storage. Knowing your needs will help you narrow down your options and find a service that meets your requirements.
Look for Reputable Companies: Start by looking for reputable mover's storage companies in Singapore. Look for companies with positive customer reviews, a strong track record, and accreditation from industry associations.
Get Referrals and Recommendations: Ask your friends, family, and colleagues for recommendations. People you trust can provide valuable insights into their experiences with different storage services in Singapore.
Check for Insurance Coverage: Make sure the mover's storage service you choose offers insurance coverage for your items during storage. This will provide peace of mind and protection in case of damage or loss.
Consider Location and Accessibility: Consider the location of the mover's storage facility and its accessibility. Choose a facility that is conveniently located for you and has easy access. This will make it easier for you to drop off and pick up your items.
Look for Climate-Controlled Storage: If you need to store temperature-sensitive items, such as electronics or artwork, look for a mover's storage service that offers climate-controlled storage. This will ensure that your items are stored in optimal conditions and remain in good condition.
Check for Security Measures: Look for a mover's storage service that has robust security measures in place, such as surveillance cameras, alarms, and 24-hour security guards. This will ensure that your items are secure and protected at all times.
Compare Prices: Finally, compare prices from different mover's storage services in Singapore. Make sure you understand the pricing structure and any additional fees or charges. Choose a service that offers competitive pricing and value for money.
In conclusion, finding a good mover's storage service in Singapore requires careful research and consideration. Identify your needs, look for reputable companies, get referrals and recommendations, check for insurance coverage, consider location and accessibility, look for climate-controlled storage, check for security measures, and compare prices. By following these strategies, you can find a mover's storage service that meets your needs and provides peace of mind during the storage of your items.
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The pros and cons of hiring moving company in Singapore
Moving to a new home or office can be a stressful and time-consuming process. There are numerous tasks to complete, from packing and loading to unloading and unpacking, and it can be difficult to manage everything on your own. That's why many people in Singapore choose to hire a moving company to help with their move. In this blog, we will explore the pros and cons of hiring a moving company in Singapore, to help you make an informed decision.
Pros of Hiring a Moving Company in Singapore:
Convenience: Hiring a moving company in Singapore can save you a lot of time and effort. The movers will take care of packing, loading, and unloading your belongings, which frees up your time to focus on other important tasks.
Expertise: Professional movers in Singapore have the expertise to handle all types of items, from fragile items to bulky furniture. They have the experience and equipment necessary to ensure that your belongings are packed and transported safely.
Insurance: Most moving companies in Singapore offer insurance coverage for your belongings during the move. This can give you peace of mind knowing that your items are protected in case of damage or loss.
Cost-effective: Hiring a moving company in Singapore can be cost-effective, especially when you consider the time and effort you would have to put in if you were to move on your own. Additionally, professional movers can help you avoid costly mistakes, such as damaging your belongings or injuring yourself.
Cons of Hiring a Moving Company in Singapore:
Cost: Hiring a moving company in Singapore can be expensive, especially if you have a lot of belongings or are moving long distance. You should compare prices and get quotes from several moving companies to find the best deal.
Lack of Control: When you hire a moving company, you are entrusting them with your belongings. While most moving companies are reliable and trustworthy, there is always a risk that something could go wrong.
Scheduling Conflicts: Moving companies in Singapore can be busy, especially during peak seasons. You may need to be flexible with your moving date, or book well in advance, to ensure that you get the services you need.
Hidden Fees: Some moving companies in Singapore may have hidden fees that are not included in their initial quote. Make sure you read the fine print and ask questions to avoid any surprises.
Conclusion:
Hiring a moving company in Singapore has its pros and cons, and it's important to consider them carefully before making a decision. If you have a lot of belongings, are moving long distance, or simply want to save time and effort, then hiring a moving company may be the best option for you. However, if you prefer to have more control over your move or have a tight budget, then moving on your own may be the better choice. Whatever you decide, be sure to do your research, compare prices, and choose a reputable moving company to ensure a smooth and stress-free move.
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I won't cry for you, Yandere Tyler Galpin x Female Reader Part 2
Yandere Tyler Galpin x Female Reader Part 2, "I won't cry for you"
Part one: here (PART 1)
• Words: 2358
•Triggers/Warnings: none
•Show: Wednesday (2022) Netflix
💖Author's Note😌: Happy almost Chinese new year everyone! Enjoy! And please remember 😅this story is more of what I imagine the show would be like in season2 but I haven't watched S1! 💖Much love! My Kofi is in my pinned post if you'd like to support me :-D Singapore based writer wo!
As promised, tagging y'all! @taylorsreputationsversion and @queen-wolf7577
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Summary: After successfully relocating the Hyde, Your mother's pet, Laurel Gates (Professor Thornhill), in a nearby town, you had almost not much else to do except to help see to that Tyler Galpin adjusts to his new life and identity. Yet as time goes by, you realized you had a terrifying fondness for his company but that's just because you see him as a wounded stray animal you've adopted. Surely you could overcome this attachment. Maybe. Like mother like daughter. . .
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The rest of the first week living with Tyler felt distant and polite, you liked it that way, being able to keep a close eye on his few unusual movements (other than staying cooped up, reading books and whatnot in his assigned room) and overall health in the house.
You'd conclude that he's overall healthy from the three meals he'd eat daily, though mentally you can't say for certain.
There was no need for conversations whenever you crossed paths with him when there wasn't anything to talk about, so in a way you were technically on a short holiday.
He was barely an annoyance, always keeping to himself, no complaints whatsoever, had respectable minimal eye-contact with you whenever there's a brief moment of passing between you and him. . .
How nice, like he instinctively knew his place to be submissive. One less problem to deal with.
Until one early morning in the living room, at 7am of your usual waking time, you were surprised to see breakfast for two laid out on the coffee table. Two cups of coffee accompanying their own full plates of steaming hot pancakes– admittedly it was a strange, welcoming sight.
"I- uh- wanted to surprise you."
You whipped around at the sudden voice and observed Tyler standing behind you awkwardly, wearing layers of clothes with big pockets that hid his dangling arms.
So, Galpin made the first move.
You shot a swift glance between him and the breakfast before easing a small smile out of your stiff lips. "consider me surprised, Galpin."
Huh, he usually wouldn't come out of his room at this time. . . (Which was why you chose this time to be busy in doing your other tasks and grocery shopping.) It got you thinking, suspecting him of wanting to gain something from you. Let's hear it first before throwing a dog a bone.
"I'm glad you're awake, uh the pancakes won't get soggy then." He says, tone genuinely relieved. Almost sounding like he was actually glad he didn't have to go up to your room to get you for breakfast. . . Or he was one incredible actor.
Either way, you weren't mad. It was more than interesting living with a former normie. You were glad in a way that he had settled down nicely but it did seem somewhat suspicious. He settled down way too fast- but you'd think you would be desperate to adapt if you were in his shoes and even overwhelmingly grateful to be given assistance.
"After you, Galpin." You gestured towards the food on the coffee table, a low grumbling in your empty stomach urging you to eat already.
He quickly protested, "oh n-no, you go first. . ."
You raised an eyebrow, it only took a few more seconds of staring for him to zip up and hesitantly nodding in defeat. He went to take a seat at the coffee table and you followed suit, sitting across from him.
The steam of the rich creamy coffee hit your nostrils the moment you sat down and took a deep breath in. And even though there was barely any movement from infront of you, you carefully sipped the hot coffee. . . Just one drop.
Wow.
"This is really good," you admitted outloud, looking into your mocha-coloured coffee, surprising yourself in the process. "I don't think I've had coffee taste this good in years."
A small whoosh of relief released from across you but when you flicked your gaze up, Tyler had already started grabbing his cutlery and wore a bigger smile while cutting through his pancakes.
"Glad I have something to bring to the table. I guess working in café wasn't so bad," he finished his sentence by stuffing himself a large bite and chewing with intense urgency.
His attention zeroed in on his food once he saw you begining to eat yours.
Gosh, he must've been starving waiting for you to get out of your room. Not that you felt guilty but for a moment as you stared at him engoring himself with pancakes. . . Your heart sunk a little and pitied him. For only a moment, of course. . .
He made breakfast for you because he felt indebted to you. Simple enough for you to understand and not question.
No wonder he seemed the tiniest, slightest bit on edge around you the past few days and from the corner of your eyes- you'd occasionally catch him watching you subtly while you ate. Maybe he was worried of what you'd say to him.
Like a worried tenant trying to please their unpredictable landlord from kicking them out.
In the dead quiet other than steel clinking and the muffled beeping of cars outside, he must've sensed your blatant stare on him as he shifted in his seat and tried to smile casually. "I forgot to say this but good morning," he greeted, evergreen eyes boring into yours.
You slowly nodded, copying his friendly smile to a tee, "morning."
That was already a huge effort you never expected yourself to make, especially willing without any underlying intention. It's only been a few days since you've adopted– gave a place for him to stay. . . You couldn't possibly be growing an attachment to him.
It can't be possible, you reassured yourself mentally while finishing off the rest of the fluffy pancakes.
You were leaving soon in a week or two anyways, these interactions are temporary and won't even be remembered in a couple of months for you. Good.
"Galpin," you called when he was about to take away your empty place along with his, "thank you. Your pancakes were delicious, so was the coffee. You didn't have to do this."
He shrugged his back at you, putting down the empty dishes in the sink before he turnt on the faucet.
"I can't just sit back and not do anything. You've already done alot for me so. . . " He washed the cups through the running water. "I thought making breakfast for you would help you relax," Tyler said nonchalantly as he washed the rest of the dishes.
Huh, did you seem stressed to him?
A slow smile spread on your face when you looked around the tidy living room, arms crossed. "How nice, thank you, Galpin."
"I also took out the trash. Gotta pull my weight here, right." He chuckled lightly, trying to sound humorous while drying his hands with a hand towel by the kitchen counter.
As much as he's right, you initially prefered being alone in the mornings but without your dear plants near– Tyler soon became a good substitute for some company. . . You really need to take another long hot shower before you begin thinking again.
He stood idle across from you, tucking his hands in an oversized jacket your family member used to wear. (No doubt he found from the closet in his room) "So I guess this is uh, see you later?"
"Sure, see you. Galpin," you nodded, watching him back away and retreating up the stairs quietly with a short glance thrown behind his shoulder at you before disappearing.
Only when the clicking of his door closing echoed through the house were you finally able to fully relax and do the rest of your morning routine.
. . .
After much housework and managing some of your mother's leftover papers (on subjects unknown to you), you recalled not having checked if the meat had gone bad, so you did.
Slowly opening the freezer of the fridge did not prepare you enough for the shocking sight of a cold white empty space. How did a dozen of plastic packaged red meat that you just recently ordered a few days ago, become completely gone in no time.
Obvious answer: Tyler Galpin.
You slowly closed the freezer and went to check the trash bin in the kitchen, only to see an empty bin. . . Ah right, Tyler did say he threw the trash away earlier.
The pots and pans are crisp and clean, but since you weren't always at this second house with Tyler– there were many time gaps where he could've cooked or fried the meat. Assuming he cooked it at all.
You rubbed your feet against the floor, sensing no grease nor oil on the smoothe clean surface. He must've found the mop somewhere and cleaned after his cooking. . .
What funny timing.
Except that you don't remember reading anything about Hydes craving meat, but could you have misread? Impossible.
You needed some time to think about Tyler's abnormal cravings (and recalling the bloodied state he was in when you discovered him in the woods) he most likely is going through some kind of withdrawal.
Then again, you aren't a monster expert so you need to call someone who is.
So you reached behind you for your phone, secretly hidden in your back pocket but froze in place.
Wait what were you thinking, (Name), this is so unnecessary. You've helped him enough, whatever else he goes through he should deal with it. Not you.
Your hand dropped from your back as you continued going about your day in endless amounts of work, peacefully. Or so you convinced yourself.
And for hours long you didn't see Tyler until he came down the stairs suddenly, all jittery and nervous smiles when noticing your stare on him from the couch.
"Afternoon, Galpin." You greeted before looking back down to your work laptop.
"Ye-yeah, good afternoon," he softly said, watching you for a couple of seconds before taking any action.
Him walking towards you in a casual saunter like he had something important to say, opening his mouth before closing it. You glanced up and blinked at him questioningly.
"Um- If it's at all possible. . . Could I talk to my dad? Or just send a letter, something to let him know I'm alive. . ." He asked pleading, heavy toned.
Staring intensely into yours was his forest green eyes shrouded by the shadows of his front curly hair. Eyes full of uncertainty and glimmering hope yet also prepared for the least favourable answer.
So you pulled the laptop closed while maintaining steely eye-contact and asked. "Galpin, Isn't it dangerous to be contacting your father during this time?"
By this time, you meant when the whole town's police force could potentially be on the hunt for him, an escaped murderer.
His eyes shone brighter after hearing you not say no. Tyler then confidently stood firmer, like an opportunist he took what he could get.
"Nothing's gonna happen if we're already out of Jericho," he said it matter-of-factly with a dead serious expression, "the cops don't search anyplace far. . ." Looks like his father must've told him something for his confident to skyrocket in this area.
"I'll see what I can do." You rose from your comfortable seat, "I won't guarantee anything except your safety, remember that, Galpin."
You smoothly maneuvered around a wide-eyed standing Tyler as he tried to speak as you headed up the stairs. Towards your bedroom.
Because somewhere deep inside your wardrobe was a cardboard box full of throwaway phones incase of emergencies. And this wasn't an emergency but a small favour that could lead to a potential disaster if one was careless.
Shaking these useless thoughts out of your head, you took one of the phones and hid the box again.
After going back down to the living room where Tyler was waiting for you, sitting on the couch this time- on the place where you last sat, you just stood Infront of him.
"Your hand, please."
Curious, he held his hand up to you. Only for you to put a black burner phone in it, his thumb accidentally brushing along the side of your hand as you do.
"Smash it or step on it, anything. Do what is necessary to destroy it after your call. Absolutely make sure you get rid of it, your future depends on it." You immediately returned your hand to your side, feeling a small tingle spreading- comfortably.
Too comfortably for your liking.
"Thanks, seriously. I- This means a lot to me," he stuttered, smiling widely, gratefully then stared at the burner phone in his hand in contemplation.
In that smile you almost lost yourself but snapped out of it quickly, he just has a nice smile, that's all.
For a split second it reminded you of your mother's many practiced smiles, generously wide with all her pearly white teeth on display to show how harmless she is. She taught you better than to trust smiley people.
Tyler stood up from the couch and peered into your eyes, breaking your train of thought completely. "I'll see you later then?" He asked softly, the burner phone gripped tightly in his palm.
"Maybe, I'm not sure of my schedule. Another time, Galpin." You shrugged then turned to leave before he could call you.
Now that you think about it, today's been a day full of interactions between Tyler and you. You weren't sure what to feel about it.
So off you went to your room, your mind battling itself the whole way up the stairs. . . As you laid on your bed, your brain alarmed you of what would happen if Tyler were to mess up any one thing.
A clue that'd give away his location.
Any word mentioning you, a technical accomplice.
You didn't trust him enough to be helping him at all.
You'd be in big trouble. Worse trouble if the police got involved. . . Mother would find out about the. . . Escaped prisoner? Guest? Visitor? It didn't really matter what to call him except that his existence right now is a secret.
One of your few secrets that had a ticking bomb.
You grabbed your phone from underneath your pillow and dialled a number you hadn't expect yourself to call in months. . . And for the person to answer instantly with a gruffy laugh.
"Well well well, if it isn't the sweet consequence of my actions."
A somber smile lifted on your face at the older voice against your ear. Looks like Tyler won't be the only person calling his father today.
"I need some help."
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