One last look at 2013

Time has a way of speeding up when you're living vicariously and slowing down when you're waiting for something, hasn't it? I can't believe it is almost 2014. I've only just started to remember to sign my cheques 2013 and not 2012...and when someone says '10 years ago' I still think of the 90s. Thank God for this blog, and for my habit of taking photos and documenting everything...a lot of my older friends think it's strange of me to 'live my life on the internet' but really everything online is just the tip of the iceberg. I do keep a lot to myself, I'm not a over sharer...the things I post on Posh, Broke, & Bored are just little snippets of events and thoughts I care to remember.


Here are my highlights, my ups and downs of 2013...!
December 31, 2013

One last look at 2013

Time has a way of speeding up when you're living vicariously and slowing down when you're waiting for something, hasn't it? I ...

Le fixer upper (my first studio!)

By some stroke of good luck I've found myself an artist's studio. 


By 'found' I mean it fell into my lap just because I wished for it hard enough (The Secret is my gospel) in the same way that everything I've ever wished for in this life (except for love, but I'm sure there's a good reason why the universe has been withholding it thus far) has made it's way for me by law of attraction: because my willpower is so magnetic it has a gravitational pull of its own. 
December 30, 2013

Le fixer upper (my first studio!)

By some stroke of good luck I've found myself an artist's studio.  By 'found' I mean it fell into my lap just be...

Christmas

This year was a little bit different from the last. Whereas my Christmases in London have always involved the English tradition of eating and drinking all day, watching telly, and sleeping in, this time I woke up at the crack of dawn to volunteer for Crisis At Christmas.


Crisis are 'the national charity for single homeless people' who work very hard to end homelessness by campaigning for change, providing education, employment, housing, healthcare...basically all the things we privileged people take for granted. The shelter, in a confidential London location, welcomes homeless people out of the cold and as guests provide them with a place to sleep, shower, eat, medical treatment and beauty services, among many other things. No one should be cold and hungry on Christmas Day. Many people felt the same way because about 50 people showed up for my shift (8am-4pm). I met a Malaysian girl who studies and lives in Cardiff who came down to London for the day just to volunteer. I love meeting selfless people, it reaffirms my faith in humanity!
December 27, 2013

Christmas

This year was a little bit different from the last. Whereas my Christmases in London have always involved the English tradition of eating ...

Girls' Night Out and Co-ed Days.

I had the perfect night---weekend really---the sort that starts with a perfectly pretty, civilised evening---dinner, cocktails, girl talk---and builds up into a steady tempo of a long but steady night that stretches into the day. Debauched benders, once a staple of my diet, are few and far between now that I'm old, tired, and in pursuit of more cerebral matters. That's not to say I don't like a party, I do, but I can't do it the way I used to. Nor do I want to. I've slowed down, mellowed, in my advancing age and I like it. 


Last Saturday night (and Sunday) was a gentle workout that saw me at Rosewood London, Delaunay's, Claridge's, Playboy Club, The Box, and The Sanctum from dusk till dawn.
December 23, 2013

Girls' Night Out and Co-ed Days.

I had the perfect night--- weekend really ---the sort that starts with a perfectly pretty, civilised evening--- dinner, cocktails, girl ta...

Feeling The Heat

My life as I know it truly began when I was 19. It was the year I left behind a sheltered and clueless existence in Malaysia to study in London. Before then I had never been anywhere without a driver or chaperone and never properly appreciated how relatively privileged I am. I had no inkling of life outside of Kuala Lumpur nor the world beyond Malaysia. I grew up thinking that fearing your government (when really they should be fearing their people), no freedom of speech in the press, and being arrested on sedition charges for publicly vocalising your disapproval of the current regime was the norm. My new friends in London laughed at me for being shocked by how English press could openly throw shade (for lack of a better term) at their MPs, mock the PM, print scathing headlines about parliament and not end up being locked in the Tower of London with the key thrown away.

In turn they are surprised when I told them that the weekly newspaper that I produce my comic series Audaciously Yours for have been 'suspended indefinitely' by the Home Ministry for printing a front page story scrutinising our PM and his wife's spending. No, surprised isn't the word. Shocked, appalled, outraged, even grateful that they truly know the meaning of freedom of speech.
December 21, 2013

Feeling The Heat

My life as I know it truly began when I was 19. It was the year I left behind a sheltered and clueless existence in Malaysia to study in L...

I'm a special snowflake.

No, not really. If you think about it everyone is a special snowflake which means nobody is special at all. Remember, you are unique...just like everyone else. Yesterday evening was Phoenix magazine's Christmas party at Ruski's and the theme was snow maiden. The invite did say 'The Snow Maiden's Ball'. Rumour was that Josh Kane was going to dress as Cruella deVille, so naturally I panicked to find something to wear that would suit the occasion. I did contemplate tipping a bottle of talcum powder over my head and going as a 'special snowflake'. Or as a cokehead's idea of a 'white Christmas'. But modesty and restrain---yeah right, more like laziness---prevailed and instead I just threw on a few things I already had hanging in my wardrobe.

December 18, 2013

I'm a special snowflake.

No, not really. If you think about it everyone is a special snowflake which means nobody is special at all. Remember, you are unique...jus...

The Artist's Colouring Book of ABCs

I have never been one to lie about my age. Why bother? I know a lot of women, sorry, girls (women embrace and own what they are) my age who go to great lengths to hide the fact that they are 27 this year...but they seem to not realise that all the sun damage on their skin gives the game away. Here's a tip, when lying and trying to pass yourself off as younger it helps to wear sunscreen. No amount of coyness will cover your fine lines. In fact people will think you're older, say earlier thirties, just from going by your skin and your fear of speaking your age (what, you think that number is Voldermort? He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named?) . It's just a number! But sun damage, that shiz is there to stay. Wear sunscreen! What was I saying? Oh yes, I've proudly embraced being an old foggy of 27 and the pace of life that comes with it. For example, Thursdays are the new Fridays and are usually art related. Case in point; the launch and the auction for The Artist's Colouring Book of ABCs at The Serpentine Gallery.


Outfit du nuit (my fancy French version of #OOTD or rather #OOTN); Chanel 2.55 reissue, House of Eight choker, Uniqlo heat tech thermals (so toasty!), Asos leggings, YSL arty ring, and Stuart Weitzman 5050s.
December 14, 2013

The Artist's Colouring Book of ABCs

I have never been one to lie about my age. Why bother? I know a lot of women, sorry, girls (women embrace and own what they are) my age wh...

Life Drawing at The Book Club

On Saturday the tempestuous fever of Thursday which had given way to a raging cold on Friday had subsided to a mere hacking cough. In other words, bar the fact that I was highly contagious, somewhat disgusting, and sounded like a punctured bicycle tyre I was all good to be out and about! I celebrated my convalescence with a bit of exercise...that is, an exercise in millennial narcissism. My version of the narcissist's basics for recovery are a) Selfies aka immortalising one's perceived attractiveness and shoving it down the virtual throats of one's followers on social media and b) doing something you think you're good at. For some it's dressing up and loitering around Brick Lane waiting for some 'style hunter' to ask to snap their picture for their street style blog. For me it's drawing.

Step 1: Take a lot of selfies to overcompensate for recent radio silence. The internet and its audience are enablers of the modern day malaise of social media narcissism, and who am I to fight this disease? I am but one in a sea of many. More selfies on my Dayre microblog.

Step 2: I finally went to a life drawing class at The Book Club in Shoreditch...!
December 09, 2013

Life Drawing at The Book Club

On Saturday the tempestuous fever of Thursday which had given way to a raging cold on Friday had subsided to a mere hacking cough. In othe...

Circus West: My new Battersea pad ♡

Early this year a new rung was added to my property ladder. The apartment I'm staying in now is nice enough but as the 'Bored' in my blog's name will allude to, I never settle with my standards. Yesterday's cheese is tomorrow's mold, and the flat I had when I was a wild child of 24 just won't do for when I'm married, raising children, and starting a dwarf hamster farm (a lifelong dream of mine). So when the Battersea Power station developments were announced such an opportunity for a come up was not to be missed. Has it been almost a year? It must be, because on Monday I had to visit the Circus West showrooms to pick the colour scheme for my new apartment.

December 06, 2013

Circus West: My new Battersea pad ♡

Early this year a new rung was added to my property ladder. The apartment I'm staying in now is nice enough but as the 'Bored'...

Hutong at The Shard

I'm in bed with either a cold or the flu (what's the difference?). Nearly a year to the date the same thing happened to me, but last year I had Dale who rushed back early from his business trip in Russia to nurse me. This year I only have a box of Buttermint tea. *sad face* Seeing as I've been incapacitated and will be trapped here for another day or so I thought I might as well post some photos I took at Hutong on Monday.

December 05, 2013

Hutong at The Shard

I'm in bed with either a cold or the flu (what's the difference?). Nearly a year to the date the same thing happened to me, but l...

#ZoomingEast with Nokia Lumia 1020

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Last week I got an email from Nokia UK saying that they read my blog and were wondering, Would I like to try the new Nokia Lumia and explore Shoreditch on a street art tour with them? Seeing as a) my very first three mobiles (we call them handphones in Malaysia) and then some were Nokia b) I spent a good part of my teens and twenties lusting over the new Nokia mobiles but haven't give them a chance lately and c) Shoreditch is my neighbourhood but I'm sadly lacking in knowledge of Shoreditch's hidden gems, I said yes. A couple of days later this arrived for me...
December 04, 2013

#ZoomingEast with Nokia Lumia 1020

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A perfect Sunday.

I had the most perfect Sunday despite the universe's usual attempt at sabotage. Let it be known that when it comes to me everything that can go wrong will go wrong and anything that can't go wrong will go wrong anyway. Of course this is less to do with circumstance (I'm not wanting in many ways, in fact I am aware of how relatively blessed I am) and more to do with the fact that I am a simple-minded, accident-prone fool with unrealistic expectations born from a lifetime of watching Disney movies. Don't be fooled by my cheerful optimism and seemingly serene life, the former is born out of necessity to survive my kind of haplessness and the latter is a real effort on my part. 


But yesterday I had for the first time in a long while the kind of day where everything went right. It was wonderful and I so grateful. 
December 02, 2013

A perfect Sunday.

I had the most perfect Sunday despite the universe's usual attempt at sabotage. Let it be known that when it comes to me everything th...