Friday, July 11, 2014

self reaffirmation time

As I watch the 'Clackers' (Devil Wears Prada on inflight tv) quickly rush to retouch their make-up, it suddenly dawned upon me that in my flurry of completing Bisou BonBon stock, replying last minute customers' emails and disorganized packing, I have forgotten to include my Louboutins. I now have no proper heels to wear at the highly regarded summer fashion course because the only footwear I brought with me are my (very exhausted looking) Repetto flats and La Senza house boots (which I've converted into street wear because Imma rebel like that... got you fooled there-lah.. it's really cos Imma weirdo). The more I try to recollect what I've shoved into my 28.4kg luggage, the more I realize that I did not bring as much accessories and makeup as I had initially planned. Turns out I'm more of a Korean mini-mart mule than a high fashion muse. Now I'm scared. NOW I'm rethinking my cutting edge bangs, my marshmallow body and most of all, horror of horrors, questioning my competency. Prior to this, all I felt was that gleaming beacon of pride. They did mention in their acceptance letter and I quote, "The application process for this course is extremely competitive, thus you should be very proud of your place..." (do note that I don't care if you think it sounds generic, don't spoil the fantasy!). And now the insecurity has started to seed (and potentially fester)... and.. I'm worried. I'm worried if my Dell-cracked-at-the-screen will suddenly go asystole on me. I'm worried if my interpretation of style is abhorring. I'm worried that I cannot keep up with my peers-to-be. I'm worried that I may fail. That f-word and I'm tired. I have not slept in 2 weeks with all the locums, product manufacturing and trying to tidy up the blog (you know just in case someone from Conde Nast decides to so-called chance on it). Not forgetting my wife and daughterly duties. Dayum, adult life is truly taxing (and children aren't even in the equation yet!).

So I'm offering myself an antidote to this dark feeling with constant self reaffirmation and visions of sparkling rainbows and gleaming unicorns. The excitement and anticipation of learning catalyst the good vibes. There has been so much loss lately with the miscarriage, funerals and relationships that I can't help but be paranoid. But this, this opportunity to redeem my life long desire to learn about fashion is what I hope when things turn around for the better. 


Monday, June 30, 2014

see: xiao li

Imma obsessed over Xiao Li's knit collection featuring structured parachute silhouettes. Oh how I love puffy garments even if my mum insists I look extra fat in them. I don't care I LOVE IT. Something about it screams bobo on the border of Marie Antoinette in the 22nd Century, non? Her use of silicone knits and spectacular choice of colour dyes is just out of this world. I'm lusting over that pastel green knit cardi and I don't even like green! Sigh... won't she sell me one...?

Image credit: Dezeen 

Saturday, May 31, 2014

eat: lexy's secret service

Lately Supper clubs have been growing like lalang in KL's gastro scene. I've always wanted to go to one but the dates are constantly contradicting my schedule. I used to think it odd to have to pay to go to someone's home to eat a stranger's home-cooked gourmet dinner but I think differently now. So. Very. Differently. I met Lexy when she was interning for an F&B company last year when she was helping to a man a booth beside mine. I had just had a failed chemical pregnancy (some may want to call it a miscarriage, some may not) that day and was feeling like absolute f**ks. Being the chirpy person that she is, she introduced herself to me and started yapping about her work. She was supplying cakes to cafes at the time and mentioned herself to be quite savvy in the kitchen. Thing is, alot of people say they can make this and cook that but it's usually alot of hype before the disappointing bite. I take statements like that with a pinch of salt. In the afternoon, she offered me a portion of a taco (or was it naan.. I can't remember) that she had brought with her. I'm not usually one to accept food from strangers but I was quite hungry but since I'm greedy (and famished at the time) I accepted the offer and took a bite. To my utter surprise and the zany delight of my mouth, it was VERY GOOD. She was worth every food adjective she mentioned!  




Tuesday, May 27, 2014

anthem of the day: la vie en rose (daniela andrade)



A little tune to uplift the start to the week.

When it gets overwhelming, I put Daniela Andrade on and take a moment to drift away...

I'm swooning over her side-swept do and that oh-so-raspy voice :)


"Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose..."

Monday, May 26, 2014

happy mother's day 2014


Every year, I do a mini 'art' installation for my mother. I figured if I can't afford to buy her something nice I could at least give her a nice experience. Mmmy's birthday always happen to fall around Mother's Day which calls for a more elaborate celebration. Inspired by Alix' experience, this year I brought Mmmy to have tea at Chez Gabrielle Chanel which is Coco's Rue de Cambon Parisian flat.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

shape magazine: butt, hip & thighs

I'm not a morning person but I will wake up early on a weekend to support a friend (OK two!) even if it means manslaughter-ing my butt, hip and thighs with Shape Magazine Malaysia and Red.FM :)


Gym leggings: BlackMilk
Shoes: Vibram Five Fingers
Yoga bag: Nuala by Puma

Saturday, May 24, 2014

korea food fair at isetan klcc

Mmmy was uber excited to know that Isetan was having a Korea Food Fair when she received their newsletter in the mail and made a date with us (us as in me and Dddy). We were gonna try tteokbokki for the first time! My mother's a serious 'Ajumma-celup'. When Sophiekins comes home to visit, she calls the living room Seoul 'cos it's K-Pop playing, Korean soap blaring, Korean green tea and roasted rice brewing and Korean food lusting!

We went on the first day and it was bursting at the seams with Korean cuisine afficianados. People were tossing ramyun and boxes of Pepero into their shopping cart like it was Supermarket Sweep! We headed straight to the Baekje (pop-up Korean Restaurant from Seoul) booth to give the tteokbbokki a try. I've never had tteokbbokki and if you've watched enough Korean travel / foodie shows, you know that everyone reacts to it like it's the-best-shit-on-earth. 

This is Chef Kim Cheol Yu of Baekje. He has won many food awards.