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Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 3

The capacity for self scrutiny. (Re)discovering purpose and essence.   At long last. My third and final part of a series that was inspired by what Chriselle published on New Year’s Eve.  My opening thoughts were shared here, the follow-up here, and today, as promised, I’m revealing my responses to concluding Questions 7 to 9. Honest. Raw. Zero filters. L E T’S G 0, B A B Y 7. Who has helped me, been influential, or impacted my life last year? This one is easy.  And fairly predictable.  I would say my husband, Pierluigi, and my daughter, Eve.  They are so different in personality but completely identical in being my champions, my number one fans.  And truthful ones at that.  Equally forthcoming with the bricks as well as the bouquets (albeit the former would be dished out in a delicate fashion to preserve my feelings, but dished out nonetheless). From every perspective be it professional or personal. Physical or emotional. I would wither away and die without them. 8. What am I really proud of? …

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Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 2

Examining oneself. Mentally. Emotionally. Externally.   Second in a(n immensely prolonged) tri-part post series, this theme of looking inwardly as a means to dissect, review and discern is completely inspired by something Chriselle published on New Year’s Eve.  My opening thoughts were shared here, and today, as promised, I’m going to reveal Questions 4 to 6, and my responses thereto. I apologise for the crazy gap in between posts, but my work website is finally up!!  It only took working around the clock for 18 months GRIN it went live when I was away in Dallas for a tradeshow and, as you can imagine, there were countless things to debug. Kinks to unkink. As always, the words you’re going to read aren’t necessarily pretty and they’re most certainly neither glossed over nor sugar-coated.  I am nothing if not blunt and truthful when it comes to my thoughts, emotions, feelings, and I realise not everyone is on board with this approach (fact: 33 people unsubscribed from my blog when this post came online). That being said, …

Self Reflection – Questions To Ask Yourself, Part 1

Exercising introspection. Looking within to move ahead.   This post is a complete rip-off of something Chriselle did yesterday (and, as always in the spirit of full disclosure, I’d fully intended on completing mine on New Year’s Eve, but the best laid plans et al, necessitating that I break my responses to these questions into three parts).  I thought if she (with her insane schedule and justifiably glorified status as one of the most influential public figures in the industry today) could be honest and raw in that way, I could too, albeit across segments. Truthfully though, this was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write.  I mean one could just rattle a few choice words and come up with a superficial response to every question, something pretty.  Certainly far and away from being authentic and genuine, and where’s the point in that, correct? SO HOLD ON, AND COME WITH ME FOR THE RIDE? 1. What were my best achievements in 2017? This completely stumped me.  I’ve sat in front of my …

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In Search Of A Friend

Who knew it’d be so elusive? That thing called a friend, or friends.   I really do not have anything new to update since I began my adventures, I confess.  You know.  On Wednesday.  When I shared my comical “friendless” state and the slew of new (and unbidden) knowledge I’d recently acquired in the areas of today’s dating scene? W A I T N O, T H A T’S N O T T R U E I actually do have a few tales to tell. Funny ones. Story of my life. Faux Fur Jacket (UrbanOG) | Camo Pants (c/o F21) | Biker Booties (Bakers) | Bra & Oversized Sunnies (Poshmark) | Choker (c/o ManicPanic) | Lipstick (22 @ Kylie Cosmetics) After my online adventures, I decided to go old school.  My first move was to smile at some of the ladies at the gym.  I think I must have scared the shit out of them because in all the five years we’ve seen each other, I’ve done nothing but walk the opposite direction when I …

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Shall We Be Friends?

I want to be your friend Do you want to be my friend too?   I’m not quite sure how to begin this post.  Wait, actually, I do.  I want to preface things by saying that my husband was is fully aware (and supportive) of every app and website I’ve joined, in my pursuit of finding myself a friend.  Or three.  And that when I first embarked upon this journey, mah boo thought I was stepping out on my man.  Shaking my head.  Alright, moving on. So yes.  Building upon my earlier post, for the last 6 to 8 weeks, I’ve been trying to make friends.  And in this day and age, that basically translates into seeking people out online, and introducing oneself electronically, all in the hopes of “connecting”.  An entirely new concept for me.  Something I’ve never done before because, you know, I’m in my 40s and I’m old school, and I’ve never been particularly fond of people to begin with.  Let me regale you with what I’ve been doing to achieve all …

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I Friend You

I don’t like socialising very much You see, I’m not a people person at all   Even from an early age (as in 5 years old), I was never very comfortable around people.  It mattered not one iota if they were older or if they were my peers, I’ve always only felt awkward.  An oddity on display that was sized up, assessed, and found wanting at rapid fire speed.  Note, of course, that much of this existed solely in my head, and that the people in my vicinity were, in truth, normal and nice, and completely sans nefarious intentions. Naturally, I gravitated towards the world wide web when it became the zeitgeist of friend-making.  I mean, that’s how the man and I first met, online. No muss, no fuss. Z E R O H A S S L E You never had to meet in person (especially if they’re on the opposite end of the world, which makes for very interesting cultural comparisons), and when the cravings for solo time hit, you only had to …

Learning From Younger Bloggers

We can learn, you know. Learn from the PYT set, learn a lot.   Yes, I’m talking about them pretty young things who are half my age.  Now when I call you competitive here, I don’t mean malicious or vicious or mean (I love you, ladies!!!).  Quite the contrary, actually.  And it’s certainly not a sweeping statement meant to stereotype all females belonging to that age group.  To be clear, this post is specifically inspired by a group of young women I recently met in Dallas.  By their mannerisms and how they conducted themselves.  Indeed, it was my reaction to seeing how they behaved that spawned what you’re reading now. Melodramatic much, you say?  Perhaps. It was just the air with which they carried themselves. VERY AGGRESSIVE, VERY BOLD Each one determined to own their five seconds of fame. To be the most vocal (I’m referencing volume of speech, not quality thereof).  The most flamboyant peacock in the room.  I was easily the oldest in the summit (I accept this as the new norm) but …

Self-Examination

Looking inward. Reassessing ourselves.   Now, self-examination does not necessarily lead to life balance or acceptance from others, I’ve found.  It does, however, lead to liberation and authenticity.  I say this with conviction because I’ve invested in a lot of self-examination, of late.  A lot. Without self-examination, I’ve noticed that these things tend to happen:- –  I seek comfort over greatness –  I choose safety over risk –  I embrace reassurance over authenticity –  I prefer the predictable over the unknown –  and I opt to take the well worn path over forging my own Self-examination is a process of re-framing and refining how we see ourselves and the world.  It is a deep scrutiny of our beliefs, motives, relationships, triggers, wounds, purpose, feelings, thoughts, and actions. And in the process, often we uncover something has to change so we can feel a greater sense of alignment between the life we are living and the life our soul wants to be living. It might be the desire to change a relationship, a career or a …

5 Things You Don’t Know About Me

For the most part, I’m what you’d call an open book.   What you see is what you get with me.  Ish.  However, there are a few skeletons in my closet that I thought may be fun interesting to share with you today.  Come clean, you know, be real and all that. Some are hilarious, some not so much. HERE WE GO (1) I ran away from home at 16.  Yes, I did.  In my defense, it wasn’t planned.  It was my  birthday, and my then boyfriend wanted to take me out to dinner, something which my parents (well, more so my Dad) really didn’t like.  My Dad hated all my boyfriends with a passion, my Mum tolerated them.  Barely.  Anyway, in the hours leading up to when Jackie picked me up, we were yelling and fighting, mostly over the fact that he was 22 to my 16.  Statutory rape isn’t all that commonly thought of in Asia when I was growing up.  That doesn’t make it right, believe you me, I know, it’s merely …

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What Glam Means To Me

Being all chichi. And dressed up to the nines.   Can I tell you a secret? I hate the dressing up formally.  I really do. Whenever the dresscode reads as Black Tie or Formal, I go just a lighter shade of pale.  And inwardly, I cringe.  Oh alright, on the outside as well.  There’s something about the notion of being all dolled up that really bothers me.  I haven’t quite put a finger on it but I suspect it has to do with the stereotypical perception of Formal = the colour Black. You all know how much I loathe predictability. Silver Grey Velvet Duster  (Boohoo) | Lace Bra (Poshmark) | Gym Tank (worn inside out, Firedaughter Clothing @ Etsy) | Black Capris (Herban Devi @ Etsy) | Fishnets (Halloween Spirit Store) | Swarovski Embellished Booties (Bakers) | Spiked Clutch (Betsey Johnson, thrifted) | Sunnies (Poshmark) | Lipstick (22 @ Kylie Cosmetics) THE WORD “PREDICTABLE” OUGHT TO BE BANNED FROM THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE When I think Black Tie (or Formal), my mind immediately conjures up a …