Month: Apr 2015

It’s A Barbie World

Can authenticity exist under such faux circumstances? When I published my first blog post, it was for the pure love of writing. I mean, I write for a living and it seemed only natural to extend that into the de rigueuer online world. After a while, I saw how some were creating a lucrative, successful profession out of it and I wanted that too. The seemingly glossy world, the freebies, the picture perfect life. And when brands came knocking, I was eager. That is, until I realised how many were very unethical and were only interested in furthering their bottomlines. I started saying no, and eventually, they stopped knocking at my door, I became completely discouraged and stopped blogging for a good two years. I did post a few things, once in a blue moon, but that was it. Last September, I began again and this time, I told myself, I am blogging for me. I am blogging about things I truly feel connected to. And that’s what I’ve been doing ever since. We need …

Guacamole, My Way

In my hometown of Kuching in Sarawak, avocados are incredibly pricey. So pricey that it’s predominantly consumed only by an elite few. We eat it raw, and, typically, as a garnish. Up until the last two years, maybe three, I’ve never been a fan of avocados. I thought they were squishy and I have a thing against foods without texture. So when my trainer told me to incorporate avocados into my diet, my tummy flinched. After prolonged, very extensive online research, I was somewhat convinced to give avocados a go. I mean, they supposedly serve up 20 different vitamins (that’s a lot); they’re an excellent source of healthy fats (taking 1/4 before bed will keep your body full until the morning which means it won’t start eating into muscles you’re working so hard to build); they’re loaded with anti-inflammatory and anti-oxidant properties (these help keep cholesterol levels and heart disease in check); and since 1/4 only contains around 80 calories with 7 grams of fat (and minimal saturated fat), those seven grams are wholly for …

The Fab 40s In Jumpsuits

I’ve always been a late bloomer. Some call it being late to the party while others say it’s all about following the beat of your own drum. I like that. The same mantra applies to the clothes I choose to wear.   Despite their universal appeal, I’ve can safely reveal that jumpsuits rank alongside rompers and peplums as well as pencil skirts and kitten heels as still being on my attempt to-wear bucket list. And herein lies the beauty of a collaborative effort. Being part of a group which takes turns in determining themes means that one can only choose what one prefers once, and only once. Thereafter, you’re pretty much at the mercy of the whims and fancies of the other members, and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing as I’ve come to discover with The Fab 40s. It was Ann’s turn this month and she decided we ought to shine the spotlight on jumpsuits. I confess. I was at my wit’s end. I do not own a single jumpsuit and up until Ann’s …

Skin Deep

All too often, we hear the phrase, “Beauty is only skin deep, it’s what’s inside that counts”. That’s true, to an extent. However, no one can argue that what’s outside plays an enormous part in how we perceive ourselves, in our self-confidence. Shallow as it may sound to some, my face and how I look including the condition of my skin, is one of the most important parts of what makes me, me. So when my anaphylactic shock gave way to a bout of Angioedema, I was devastated. I can’t quite put it into words how I felt save that I was in despair, I felt that my world had completely fallen apart, especially when it recurred, and for the worse. I was blessed to find a few select products which worked well for my condition (and I’m still using them today), soothing and treating even as they healed. As of now, I’m 95% back to normal. And that’s why I wrote about how I healed my face from Angioedema. I knew I wasn’t the …

Very Valentine

Who doesn’t love the adorkable Amanda Valentine? I swear to god if ever we hung out, Amanda and I would get along like two looney Geminis on fire.  For reals. I mean, we have so many things in common (and that didn’t sound at all like a creepy stalker). We’re both awkward and a little loud to make up for our shyness. We have soft spots for loud, art deco statement jewellery pieces. And we’re both HUGE fans of deconstructed clothing, salvaging bits from here and from there to create a completely new, reworked garment (see sheelagoh.etsy.com and discover what Amanda used to create her first ever design here). I bet you thought I was going to say we’re both huge fans of Maroon 5, huh? Did I mention that we’re both Geminis?  I mean, we share the same horoscope as Angelina Jolie, Johnny Depp and the Olsen twins (c’mon, I can die a happy woman now). That said, the very first time I saw Amanda’s work, I wasn’t impressed. I cannot lie. I thought …