To Market, To Market, To Buy A Fat Pig...

...said 'fat pig' could very well be me, if my medical report results are anything to go by. On Monday I endured the indignity of a comprehensive medical examination at Prince Court hospital, the likes of which involve running on a treadmill (I lasted 9 minutes and 31 seconds before the test was stopped 'because of fatigue') and simulating a fireman putting out a fire by blowing in a pipe (I failed spectacularly). Anyway...I got the results and according to my report I'm fat. There's no other way around it, the doctor says I need to lose 11kg and gain 3 kg of muscle. My BMI is 'normal' but dangerously close to the 'overweight' range. My body fat percentage is 'morbidly obese' and my cholesterol has gone from 'below average' to 'above average'. But! On the positive side, my hearing is excellent. 

Yesterday---the actual day of my birthday!---I dealt with my humiliating medical report results by...having dinner at a restaurant that specialises in everything pork. *shakes head* And the vicious circle perpetuates itself...

August 21, 2013

To Market, To Market, To Buy A Fat Pig...

...said 'fat pig' could very well be me, if my medical report results are anything to go by. On Monday I endured the indignity of ...

Une, Deux, Troika (Sky Dining at Troika)

This morning, I woke up on a mattress in the middle of my childhood bedroom, with Nana curled up like a cat beside me and Michiekins happily snoring away on my bed above us. I also woke up a year older (and this time, at least marginally wiser) and to a flurry of birthday greetings; text messages, Whatsapp messages, Facebook posts, and adorkably cute voice notes from Sukins that I want to make my ringtone. Thank you everyone for you for your well wishes! 

My 'official' birthday party was last Saturday (I'm still editing the photos!) but yesterday the terrible trio got together for a day at the spa and dinner in the sky. Which is how my impromptu slumber party with Nana and Michiekins came to be; I literally sent them home only for them to pick up an overnight bag, ignoring their other half's pleas to "Stay home and sayang me" hahaha sorry it's my birthday. 

19 August 2013 . Starhill Spa at The Marriot and Troika Sky Dining

August 20, 2013

Une, Deux, Troika (Sky Dining at Troika)

This morning, I woke up on a mattress in the middle of my childhood bedroom, with Nana curled up like a cat beside me and Michiekins hap...

♡♡♡ Proposal At Tiffany's---David & Sheena ♡♡♡

Sheena! David! 此 blog post 是给你们俩的! Don't say I never do anything for you.

After eight years of paktor-ing, David and Sheena are finally engaged!


Photo from Musadek's camera, edited by me

August 19, 2013

♡♡♡ Proposal At Tiffany's---David & Sheena ♡♡♡

Sheena! David! 此 blog post 是给你们俩的! Don't say I never do anything for you. After eight years of paktor -ing, David and Sheena are f...

Sage at The Gardens

Pet peeves, anyone? Some of mine are; prehistorically-slow internet connection,  delayed flights, people with the audacity to lie repeatedly to your face and to themselves (and worse, think you're as stupid as them to believe their poor excuses), and Photoshop unexpectedly quitting every time I try to save (oh, the irony!). All of which happened in 24 hours, so needless to say I had to keep my blood pressure normal by indulging myself in a few of my favourite things. Good company, good food, and a good dress.


Louis Vuitton handbag (I forgot exactly what it's called) and dress, stolen appropriated from mummy's wardrobe.

Last night mummy, my camera-shy brother, his new girlfriend, and I had dinner at one of my favourites  in K.L, the ever low-key and unassuming but excellent Sage at The Gardens, Mid Valley. 




For starters, mummy had capellini pasta with trio of seafood and seven chilli pepper, lil brother had gruyere cheese souffle with cream bechamel sauce, and his girlfriend ML demonstrated good taste by ordering the same starter as me (haha), seared foie gras with dark grapes and red wine reduction.
 


The foie gras melted on my tongue like a dream, the sweet dark grapes were the perfect foil to the richness of the liver, and the wine sauce was mopped up with pieces of bread.


Brother drowning his creme souffle with bechamel sauce, just to be doubly sure it's dead.

For mains, mummy had herb crusted halibut with rice wine and hakame broth and ML had the most fearsome looking lamb shank with provencale vegetables. Brother and I both plumped for wasabi crusted wagyu cheek with a side of flat beans and carrot puree.

It was of course divine. I won't bother insulting it by trying to describe the taste with meager words. 
Just do yourself a favour, go down to Sage and order it for yourself.




The empty plate speaks for itself.

For pudding I was slightly let-down by the wasabi souffle with milk ice-cream which tasted bland, like air that once dreamt of wasabi although the ice-cream was gloriously creamy. ML kept it simple with Earl Grey ice-cream, brother's ginger and lime creme brulee was deliciously fiery, and mummy found a winner in the ever dependable Belgian dark chocolate fondant with Earl Grey tea ice-cream.




Dinner ended predictably with petit fours and tea, just how I like it to. I wanted a glass of champagne but mummy forbade it because I was the designated driver. Has one, just one, glass ever done anyone wrong? Sigh. Please tell her that.

Sartorially speaking, I'm somewhat lazy and spend most of my time inadvertently dressed like an old lady (maxi skirts and unintentionally clashing prints will do that). Whatever energy I have is invested in drawing and bergolek-golek so when I do 'dress nice', attention must be paid. This doesn't happen often.  


I love that this dress is too tight in the chest, binding and minimizing my bust. Ironically when the zip is undone to just above my rib cage it has the opposite effect, creating the "Look ma, no hands!" corset effect that will no doubt set tongues wagging in speculation of the authenticity of my female assets. Heaven forbid I burden you with that.


It's nearly midnight and I'm going to eat some durians in my room to annoy my mother (she hates the smell) and read Thick Face, Black Heart. Trust no b*tch, fear no man.

xx

August 11, 2013

Sage at The Gardens

Pet peeves, anyone? Some of mine are; prehistorically-slow internet connection,  delayed flights, people with the audacity to lie repeated...