Month: Sep 2014

73 Questions With, Well, Me

For this exclusive blog interview (in fact, it’s her very first interview, ever), Sheela Goh answers quite a few questions (no diva tantrum here, she answered all 73 of them), and is candid about practically everything. Here, the complete list of questions from the interview. What would your answers be? 1. You’re from Borneo, how long have you been in Houston? A little over 4 years. I came to marry the love of my life. 2. How different is it? Very, and in a good way, for the most part. 3. Do you really swing from tree to tree in Borneo? For sure, using Loewe leather ropes and wearing our Jaeger Le-Coultre timepieces. We have tree parties too. 4. Did you think you’d ever wind up in the States? I knew I wouldn’t stay in Borneo for the rest of my life but I didn’t know I’d move 3 continents away. I’m glad I did though. 5. What are three words to describe living in Borneo? Hot. Sweaty. Hot. 6. What’s your favorite movie? Oh …

Saving Mr Goh

Nine years ago, I received news that my Dad had suffered a cardiac arrest and needed a bypass. Or was it a stem implant. I don’t know. The details are fuzzy. My hands were shaking and I was at a complete loss. To fully appreciate the situation, you have to understand that this information was relayed via text and I was living in another country. I was also in a media van, chaperoning a client to the local telly station for an early morning business talkshow interview. Icing on the cake? The text ended with these words, “Just letting you know, don’t worry.” It was 6.35 in the morning. In retrospect, I now see that my mum was attempting to downplay the situation so I wouldn’t freak out but the way she broke the news to me? I went into hyperventilate mode instantly. I almost had a heart attack then and there. Pun fully intended. That night, we took the evening flight back home to see my Dad. After thoroughly smothering him with hugs and …

HeForShe, WeForUs

{ illustration courtesy of Matt Golding } Alright, the opinions you are about to read are mine and mine alone. You might resonate with some, you might not at all. I really don’t care but I care more about writing how I feel. If nothing else, what Emma Watson said at the recent UN Launch of HeForShe has taught me to speak out and aloud. To voice my thoughts. Earlier this week, the world went gaga over Emma’s speech on gender equality. This came in the wake of her appointment as the UN Goodwill Ambassador for UN Women. Her impassioned words called for men to openly and actively champion the equal rights cause, and help in advocating women’s rights. I came away with a newly-attained awareness of how men too are suffering from gender inequality. Her precise words were, “We don’t often talk about men being imprisoned by gender stereotypes but I can see that they are, and that when they are free, things will change for women as a natural consequence.” “I’ve seen men …

Celebrating Bardot

This is, I’ll tell you right off the bat, a pictorial tribute to Bridgette Bardot.             “I am greatly misunderstood by politically correct idiots.” “I absolutely loathe luxury. It is the one thing I cannot stand.” “Animals have never betrayed me. They are an easy prey, as I have been throughout my career. So we feel the same. I love them.” “I am 30, but there are things about me that are still 15.” “They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself.” Amen. And if you’re into gamine, french dressing, here’s a lovely how to http://thezoereport.com/shopping-guide/brigitte-bardot-fashion/?utm_source=Sailthru&utm_medium=email&utm_term=thezoereport&utm_campaign=TZR%3A%20Sunday%20Shopper%20Ad%3A%20Coordinates%20Collection.   Happy Birthday, Ms Bardot.

Tick, Tock

In accordance with the powers that be over at The Daily Post, this is another timed writing piece for Writing 101. I’ve fallen so far behind that I can’t remember what day this assignment raised its ugly challenging head but I do believe it was Day 3? Previously, I was given 20 minutes, this time around, it’s 15. So here we go. I have this awful pain in my right shoulder. My surgeon says my rotator cuff is severely inflamed but not torn. And promptly gave me a steroid shot. Damn that hurt. Now, it hurts even more than pre-jab but he did pre-empt that would happen. I had an injection in my right knee as well. That’s a tad more dramatic because I’m now wearing a stiff brace which extends along almost the entire length of my leg PLUS I’m scheduled to have surgery next Thursday so yeah. I’m wondering how I’ll be able to totter around the first few days (if all goes well) in crutches. How I’ll make it up the stairs if …

Ginger Nutmeg Biscotti

Even before I met my Southern Italian man, I’ve been madly in love with Biscotti. There’s something about biting into its hard exterior and then being met with a soft, crumbly inner which makes me happy. Oh so happy. Feeling all cocky, I first tried making my own Biscotti about three years ago and failed dismally. The rolls bent my knife when I tried slicing into them for the second bake. And when I finally managed to cut a slice without it crumbling to bits before my very eyes, it sent me into a fit of hacking coughs. Yes, it was that dry. We’ve been through the ringer, Biscotti and I, and I’m proud to say that the Italian dessert no longer has me beat 🙂 try this Ginger Nutmeg Biscotti recipe (is it not perfect for Fall?) and let me know if your adventures with Biscotti were as dramatic as mine. MIX A 2 cups cake flour (I use King Arthur’s Queen Guinevere Flour, you could substitute with the Perfect Pastry Flour or Swan) …

Curated: A Weekly Digest 2

Seven whole days have passed since my inaugural Random Love post and those seven days have been insane, insane, insane. First off, Eve was horribly ill and missed an entire week of school, which she then promptly had to make up for by going to school over an hour earlier every day for the ensuing week ~ a concept which does not sit well with me because it’s so counter-productive and that’s a catalyst for another blog post. Secondly, my man had knee surgery and was essentially unable to move or walk for the first few days. I love him with all of my soul and would do it again in a heartbeat but helping him, taking care of my baby and managing a full-time profession has left me just exhausted. Insert big, fat yawn 🙂 Onward ho with this week’s Random Love. I think you’ll really like my discoveries. Ever wondered why men become gynecologists?  I’ve always been stumped. Read why they do what they do here, explanations from 10 male female parts doctors. …

Chansonette

Pink streaks across the sky, lighting up the morning. Such a beautiful time to be alive, I continue on dreaming.   Chansonette \shahn-saw-NET; English shan-suh-NET\ noun 1. French. a little song; ditty. p/s Not the most poetic but hey, it’s a midweek, spontaneous ditty I wanted to share GRIN

Hello There, Old Friend

It’s good to see you again.  Been a while, hasn’t it?  (Almost) precisely a year, I believe. It’s good having you back, Fall.  I’ve missed you. How’s your start to my favourite time of the year coming?   Love, Sheela Outfit Credits Cardigan – Zara, Top – Michael Kors, Faux Leather Panel Leggings – Babooshka Boutique, Boots – Bakers, Vintage Necklace – Atlantis Dry Goods, Wooden Horn Ring – Poshmark (also worn here), Scratches on hand – Boxing, and Equestrian Cuff – Loewe (gifted).  

Count One To Nine

The relationship between space, light and shadows fascinates me.   This post marks Day 05 (I’m really late, I know, this was meant for the 18th) of a 30-day initiative created by The Daily Post.  Brevity was the prompt and man, did that stump me. If you’ve read any of my posts, you’ll know that being succinct isn’t my strongest suit. At all. Anyway, I did 9 words.