Author: Sheela Goh

The Fab 40s & Their Fairy Tale Inspirations

Wonder. Awe. Magic. Stories of enchantment and spells.   As you all know, I love to write.  What you may not know is where that love stems from.  And that is the literary diet upon which I was raised.  It fed feeds my soul.  My mother introduced me to wordsmith Enid Blyton from the moment we could read.  And then further augmented the nourishment of my creative side with C S Lewis, Tolkien, Bronte, Eyre, Agatha Christie, you get the general idea.  Over the years, my library has expanded to include murder, crime and fantasy novels but I’ve never once deviated from my original love obsession with the beguiling and captivating world of fairy tales and wonderment and magic. O N C E U P O N A T I M E Those four words. Whenever I see them, read them, my heart does a little flutter. I slip away into my secret place, where castles go high into the sky. Where woods are dark and mysterious, and where the air is rife with enchantment …

What’s In A Name

Truly, I ask you. What’s in a name these days?   Cosmetic brands have been concocting all sorts of names for their lippies since the longest time ever. And it makes sense too given how saturated the landscape has become. Everyone appears to be releasing make-up lines from established players kicking out new collections, to names you’d typically associate with garments, not beauty, looking to cash in on a woman’s (neverending) pursuit of that perfect pout. It’s practically a new lippie a day. Actually, more. From a business perspective, it makes perfect sense. I’m as commitment phobic as the next woman when it comes to beauty purchases. Afterall, how many nude shades can one wear at any given time? And you can’t really be walking out of the house with smokey eyes every day because, you know, we crave variety. As such, most of us are hesitant to commit to palettes of colour but think nothing of forking out anything from $5 to $50 for what promises to prime and plump, and take us from …

The Fab 40s In Culottes

Culottes. Breeches. Gauchos. Jodhpurs. Whatchamacallits.   (I want to begin by extending a HUGE apology to my fellow fab 40 ladies, because this post is two days late, my blog was literally inaccessible since Sunday night because of technical issues, I couldn’t even get to the dashboard, and had to work with WordPress support via phone to resolve the problem, please forgive me ladies, please, this has NEVER happened before and I am so not a techie, it was really frustrating, but here we are, finally) Of late, I seem to be at a loss for words to say.  I’ve been staring at the screen since Thursday, and it’s already Sunday evening.  I’m not sure why that is.  I have the thoughts running through my mind but somewhere along the way, it would appear, they’re all jumbled up.  Like internet connectivity on a bad weather day, you know?  I don’t understand it though.  I don’t think I’ve ever been speechless. Or is it wordless, when it comes to writing? D O Y O U K …

Receiving Compliments

Err. Emm. Errr. Why can’t we accept compliments?   I’ve come to realise something recently.  Well, no, actually, it’s been pointed out to me by my husband in the past, and rather frequently too, but I simply never quite took stock of it.  Sorry, my love, for not listening to you, but you’re always so biased, in my favour, I don’t know when to believe what you say (I love you!!) So yes, that one thing I’ve developed awareness of?  That women are, basically, terrible when it comes to accepting compliments, and yes, I’m part of that statistic.  And this isn’t even a new phenomenon upon which we can blame, oh I don’t know, the current sexist administration?  I digress.  It would seem that the vast majority of my species feels uncomfortable in the face of unsolicited kudos.  We stutter and get all awkward, guilty even (dare I say).  And shuffle most uncomfortably towards the guaranteed death of said conversation. W H Y I S T H A T ? To determine if this was …

Millennium Bunny: Episode 3

Here she is again, friends. The world according to Eve returns.   It’s that time of the week again when the Millennium Bunny aka Eve aka mah boo returns with her thoughts on random happenings, people and places in the world, with a bombass outfit to boot. Why Millennium Bunny, you ask?  Eve is a Millennium born in 1999. And she was born in the year of le lapin 🙂 Today, Eve talks about pachyderms, moodboards, the royal wedding, and The Greatest Showman. 1. On her obsession with pachyderms. I’ve been in love with elephants ever since I was a baby. I just think they’re the most adorable yet majestic animals in the world. They’re basically like the “gentle giant” in my eyes. ( dear readers, to substantiate my use of the word “obsession”, let me share with you that Eve has elephants in all shapes and sizes in her room, from badges and pins to clothes and socks, in the form of all manner of accessories, not to mention the herd of plushies that …

Millennium Bunny: Episode 2

Here she is again, friends. The world according to Eve returns.   It’s that time of the week again when the Millennium Bunny aka Eve aka mah boo returns with her thoughts on random happenings, people and places in the world, with a bombass outfit to boot.  Bear with me on the quality of the photos, my new camera and I are only just starting to get to know each other. Why Millennium Bunny? Eve is a Millennium born in 1999. And in the year of le lapin 🙂 Today, Eve talks about Trump, high school cliques, and sex offenders. 1. On the Trump administration. I’ll be honest, I am not expert of the Trump administration and what they’ve done thus far. But there are, however, many things that he has done that do not sit well with me. For starters, Ivanka Trump. Is it not at all inappropriate for her to be part of his administration? Not to mention that one time when Kellyanne Conway told viewers to buy her clothing. I was like, …

Desensitising

To free oneself from a phobia. Via gradual exposure to the thing that is feared.   Lately, I’ve been wrestling with how much to share on the blog.  And not for myself, actually, but for my family who may will be affected by the things I choose to reveal.  Even though this is my outlet to express myself fully, and let it all out, the fact of the matter is, I always worry how the things I write about might affect the people I love.  Because I know for a fact that my parents read my posts.  Eve (and her friends) read my posts.  And for those reasons, I do not fully disclose my thoughts nor do I talk about everything in my head. I wish I could though. Just let everything gush forth without a care in the world. I T W O U L D B E I M M E N S E L Y L I B E R A T I N G Does it come as a surprise to …

Introducing My Millennium Bunny

Otherwise known as Eve. My baby girl Eve Seraphina, that is.   { I apparently was in a state of fugue yesterday } { how else can I rationalise thinking today is Tuesday? } { completely  missing the “supposed” launch date of this new column? } A little while ago, I started thinking of what I could do to fall in love (all over again) with the world of blogging.  There are only that many times one can rework the blog design.  Or would want to, for that matter (those who have done it, know what a headache that undertaking can be).  And besides, it’s not the way our platform looks which keeps us coming back.  It’s the words within us wanting to be let out that’s the real pull factor. So, to cut a long story short, I’ve been planning several additions to this blog.  New columns, if you like, as I’ve been doing on Instagram, to spice things up. I knew I wanted to kickstart this trajectory with a weekly column featuring my …

It’s Bagel Time

Baked goodies. Breads. Donuts. Bagel Balls.   { before you proceed further, check back tomorrow for a new column I’m introducing } { okay, now go forth and read GRIN } One of the things I enjoy most about being a content producer is trying and testing new things.  Be they garments or cosmetics or skincare.  Whoever tells you that they don’t like love the perks of being a blogger or influencer is just lying through their teeth, I promise you.  It’s a glorious sensation being on the receiving end of things be they debuting or a golden oldie.  And whilst I don’t typically accept digestibles or foods, thanks to my numerous allergies, once in a (yummylicious) moon, I do.  When something incredibly unique or different pops up on the laptop screen and piques my interest. Like Bagel Balls. You heard me. B A G E L B A L L S Imagine the level of curiousity I experienced when I first heard from Bantam Bagels.  I was like, “What on earth is a Bagel …

The Fab 40s In Colours

A spectrum of refraction. An optical illusion of the best sort.   I’ll admit, I was stumped when I started writing this post.  What could I possibly talk about colours?  Save for the fact that they’re many and varied and evoke emotions in all?  And without sounding neither corny nor cliched?  I mean, there’s only that much one can wax lyrical over shade, hue, tone and tint. C H A L L E N G E D, I W A S But over the weekend, I attended my very first wedding on American soil (albeit it was a coming together of a Lebanese+Honduran female with an Italian+ Colombian male) and in the midst of oohing and aahing and gushing over how romantic and delicately passionate the chosen theme of creams, blushes and mint was, I thought perhaps I could share which colours triggered which emotions in me. Thus was the idea born. First up is the colour black.  It is of particular importance because of how it, simultaneously, symbolises confidence as well as a lack …