Month: June 2013

An Orgy Of Brands

It seems almost sacrilegious to pledge allegiance to just one designer.  Basic fundamentals aside, is fashion not about reinventing oneself?  Being constantly unexpected?  Eschewing predictability?  Do we not hear the doyens preach the pertinence of being fresh, being new, being different?  With that mindset, I pen my thoughts and explain how I, being enamoured of multiple labels, can stay true to all without being disloyal to one. An ode would be amiss without the inclusion of the Japanese sensei, Issey Miyake, the man credited with creating organised chaos from calm.  His deft hand in manipulating fabrics into dimensional pleats was the catalyst to my passion for the seemingly frivolous world of fashion at the age of 7.  I recall quite distinctly that my very first design was actually inspired by a bucket of water that was in the bathroom of my parents’ home in 1983.  I was fascinated by the stark contrast created by the steel, rigid curved handle against the soft, plastic which was used to fabricate the body of the bucket.  Sidenote: imagine …

Move Yer Bloomin’ Arse, Dover

  “I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner…I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” Midweek dose of sage.

Botox Virgin No More

I can finally lay claim to having my Botox Cherry popped and quite recently too. No, not for the reason very likely flashing across your brain just about now 🙂 When I was 19, my then boyfriend and I were involved in a serious accident.  We were on his Scrambler bike turning right when a car rammed into us.  I literally flew about 20 feet and landed with my head hitting the curb.  To this day, I’m thankful for what seemed to be a splurge prior to the accident ~ $500 crash helmets.  That saved my life.  I suffered a broken wrist, a chunk of flesh scraped off my right shin (gross, I know) and a dent on the back of my skull.  It’s the latter which proved to be the catalyst for my Chronic Migraine.  Although, at the time, I simply chalked it down to really bad headaches.  Afterall, it was 1992 in Sarawak and medical facilities were, let’s say, wanting. A month ago, my Ophthalmologist (bless you, Dr Pham) referred me to a …

Breaking That Writer’s Block ~ How Tos

In all candour, I’m not one to be plagued by writer’s block.  But truth be told, it appears to be hitting me full tilt, of late.  It’s as though I’ve just run out of things to write about.  I agonised over it.  I pondered.  I (mentally) dissected.  I ranted.  I raved. Then it dawned upon me that all these musings could very well be collated into one single (if somewhat lengthy) written pout and voila, I’d have broken the jinx.  In that same Eureka moment, I also realised that many of us stumble across these “blank” moments ever so often and that perhaps I could help just a tad with a list of possible How To Break That Block ideas. 1.  Pick an object in your immediate view.  Fixate upon it.  Research it a little.  A few paras should pop right up.  For instance, what’s in my current line of vision is a roll of Scotch tape.  Where I come from, we call it Sellotape.  Expand the story.  Explore the many different (and unusual) ways …

Get Your Shine On

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness That most frightens us. We ask ourselves Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small Does not serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking So that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, As children do. We were born to make manifest The glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; It’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we’re liberated from our own fear, Our presence automatically liberates others.” ~ Marianne Williamson ~   Love, SG