A Sock Story


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I am going home for Christmas and New Year, which means I am packing for winter. I need just two pairs of clean socks, but no.

Despite my best efforts, my socks have gone through what I assume is a bad break-up (‘cuz one of them has left forever), when I wasn’t looking. I try so hard to make them stay friends. I wash them together, I even tie them together. But I guess my socks are secretly loners.

So I have decided to just wear them singly, ‘cuz if they want to be alone so badly, who am I to say anything.

Je ne sais quoi


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maillustration final

My Ma is dusky. And if you’re Asian you know we really hate that shit. If you are light skinned, you’re beautiful. If not, tough luck.

My grandparents were very middle class, hard working people who gave their daughter a certain sensibility about life, but not too many fancy things. So she never ever wore any makeup other than a little kohl in her eyes and much later in life, when she gave up the kohl, some lipstick.

But, defying all that is traditionally beautiful, Ma was considered by many as having a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’. May be it was the thick black hair, or the dreamy eyes, or the beautiful singing voice, or the fact that she writes poetry. I don’t know.


This picture of her, which has recently surfaced on the Internet thanks to someone from my extended family posting a lot of old photos, was taken at my grandparents’ home, in the late 70s. The photograph was used to find her a match in an arranged marriage. After seeing this photo, a very rich man came to see her for his son. He had assumed from the photo that she was very fancy and stylish, and perhaps from a higher economic status than she was in reality.

He later said no to the arrangement, because, “kalo”. As in, dark-skinned.

Well, thank god, because that’s why I have my Baba :))

High Fashion at Low Prices


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After searching high and low for a dramatic kimono, I finally found the most awesome, leather trimmed, black and white kimono, with a vintage rose print – at zalora.com. I wear it with my denims, or a jersey maxi or a long black skirt and tank. It adds just the right amount of glam to an an otherwise meh outfit. I especially love that it was super cheap.

PS: Zalora did not pay me to do this post. I just love my new kimono so much that I drew a picture of me in it, at the park, in my floral headband from Lovisa — another great shop for jewelry and headbands. If you want to see the actual kimono, message me and I’ll be happy to share the link with you :)

Home is…


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No bra blog

… where the bra comes off.

The best part about coming home, at anytime, from anywhere, after anything, is that you can take off that awful device and just breathe.

Sass Mouthing Minny Jackson


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Don’t you just love a sassy mouth on a woman?

High Carb Living


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Excuse me, were you saying something about your low carb, low fat, low fun diet for the three extra pounds on your thighs? Sorry, I was too busy cradling my precious loaf of banana bread like a new born baby.

Fur Baby


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It’s insane how similar toddlers and dogs can be. Very often, when in the presence of wee babies, I compare their silliness to my dog, Lola. Sometimes people understand and a lot of times they take offense because I am comparing their child to a “dog”.

But the thing is, I feel like I birthed my puppy (Yes, I am aware of how weird this sounds). She is my little furry animal baby. Does anyone else feel like they gave birth to their puppy? Do you get what I am saying?

Oh my Dior


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Does anyone else feel that adding a pair of beautiful sunnies to any outfit makes you more glam? Sometimes, even when I am dressed like a slob, I put on my Dior tortoise shell sunglasses and feel like a movie star.

OPI Fancy


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I’d be lying if I said I don’t dream of being one of the “Rich Kids of Beverly Hills”, carrying a Birkin as a gym bag, scooping up Chanel like candy, and of course, never ever having chipped nails.

Outside my day dreams, I do at-home manicures (often not so much) and my nails chip in exactly 24 hours. So I am not a big fan of nail polish and I have never fancied any shade of nail color in my life.

That is until I discovered OPI’s Bogota Blackberry during one of my annual in-salon manicures. Now I am obsessed with this retro color that reminds me of Femina in the late 80’s, my mother’s feet and Madhuri Dikshit in a yellow backless choli that was the beginning of all our of our sexual awakening.

I’m a local Singapore artist!!


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Hello Singapore peeps! I am now a featured local artist on Singapore’s first curated art print gallery: Visualtroop.com

The prints are really good quality and framed too. They have small A6 options, which are pocket friendly. They do islandwide delivery as well. PLUS, there are a whole bunch of extremely talented local artists in there.

Support local. Buy local :))


Can you spot mine?

You Learn


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You Learn by Jorge Luis Borges

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth…

And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn.

Snacking and Talking


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Snacking and talking. Talking about snacking. Snacking while talking.

All good things, in my opinion.

Friday Goodwill


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May your coffee be strong and your Mondays be short.

Excuse me, Miss?


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Good Old Edward ScissorTongue


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I love people who have a very low tolerance for BS, people who say it like it is, people who aren’t always worried about being politically correct.

Good old Edward Scissortongues, basically. Not to be confused with Mean Marys or Nasty Nellys, of course.


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