D is for Dior

D is for Dior, Datins, and Datuk Rahmahjan. All of whom I had a date (D is also for date!) with last Thursday. I got myself a new Dior baby to add to my handbag collection which I'm quite pleased about. It seems like all my favourite things à la mode start with a D! I know what you're thinking. Get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty deviant (more Ds).


A limited edition 'Lady Dior'---apparently there's only two in this colour available in Malaysia---in box calfskin with embroidered badges that I may have persuaded mummy to get for herself ie. will end up in my wardrobe at some point.
March 31, 2014

D is for Dior

D is for Dior, Datins, and Datuk Rahmahjan. All of whom I had a date (D is also for date!) with last Thursday.   I got myself a new Dior ...

A day in my Posh, Broke, & Bored life / K.L Edition

Transparency is a wonderful thing. So is context. My blog posts and Instagram pictures are but mere snippets chosen from days that are mostly mundane. These carefully selected moments are curated to form a gallery of images that alludes to an otherwise photogenic, seemingly picture perfect life when in reality my days are really quite boring. 

My makeshift workstation because my study table is pilled with storage boxes and every surface of my dressing table is cluttered with junk.

Isn't that typical with social media envy? We forget that people post the best parts of their days, say 1% of what happens to them, but whenever we feel down about ourselves we go on Facebook to compare our disappointments against our friends' pictures of their holiday, acquaintances' latest acquisitions, your favourite 'Instagram celebrity''s artfully composed glass of champagne held up high against the city skyline with the sun setting just above it. In reality that last scene was probably the only glass they've allowed themselves to drink all week because they desperately want to lose five kilos, they probably sat around waiting a good ten minutes before the sunset for the right moment to take that photo, and it took about ten snaps to get the right shot, of which they edited furiously with twelve different apps on their phone so that they could post it to Instagram right away and show everyone what a great time, what a great life they're having...instead of just having it and living it there and then, in the moment.

So yes, it's good to put things in context. All that glitters is not gold. I'm not saying it's a furiously polished turd, I'm just saying it might be gold-plated but someone has conveniently failed to mention so.

With that in mind I thought I'd do a post about a day in my life, in its entirety. Without omitting the mundane parts nor seeking to big up the bits for the benefit of an 'audience', not that I even have one. This is me, keeping it real.

This is the Kuala Lumpur edition. Do bear in mind that the car I drive isn't actually mine, it belongs to my mother. I get to have it when I'm in K.L because she's decided that it's much easier to just use the driver and the company car.
March 28, 2014

A day in my Posh, Broke, & Bored life / K.L Edition

Transparency is a wonderful thing. So is context. My blog posts and Instagram pictures are but mere snippets chosen from days that are mos...

Stylo Fashion Grand Prix 2014 Day 1 / HIAO PO MODE, ON!

Mercedes-Benz Stylo Fashion Grand Prix (or as I prefer to call it, 'F1 Fashion Week') opened on Monday with 'A Stylish Slumber Featuring Men and...more Men'.


Well, this certainly went some way toward picking up my mood and banishing the blues.

All the repressed and sexually-frustrated Datins and hiao pos (including yours truly) of K.L approve.
March 26, 2014

Stylo Fashion Grand Prix 2014 Day 1 / HIAO PO MODE, ON!

Mercedes-Benz Stylo Fashion Grand Prix (or as I prefer to call it, 'F1 Fashion Week') opened on Monday with 'A Stylish Slumbe...

Stressed But Well Dressed

Has it only been four days since I arrived in Kuala Lumpur? 


Between then and now I feel like an eternity has spanned, or rather, the distress and trials of the past week have borne on my shoulders, weighing me down like the proverbial celestial sphere condemned to Atlas. 


Today is a new day and a new week. I'm restoring to factory settings, wiping all the bugs from and clearing all the bad memories from my hard drive. Now begins a busy week packed with social events---Malaysian Grand Prix, F1 parties, Zouk 10 year anniversary, a Hennessey X.O meet and greet, Mercedes-Benz Stylo Grand Prix (aka F1 fashion week),  and a very exciting meeting with one of my favourite glossy magazines. 

Here's to finishing with a flourish the last week of March. March on. 

It's no exaggeration when I say that my zeitgeist de semaine is 'Stressed But Well Dressed'. 


Zara 'Stressed but well dressed' clutch / Saint Laurent Arty ring / Mango mint skinnies / House of Eight mesh top / Chanel 'Brick' inspired iPhone case from a little stall in Times Square / Gucci heels / Chanel nail vernis '559 Frenzy'


There's nothing so soothing for the nerves as pastel colours.




From these pictures it is evident that I am in desperate need of--- 

a) the perfect white heels to compliment all my pastels and Spring wardrobe 
b) a steam cleaner because every crease and wrinkle I go over with an iron is minutes of my life I will never get back.  
c) a dye job. My once jet-black hair has faded from bleach abuse and sun damage. In 2012 I bleached my hair a heroic six times in six months. Since then my hair has never quite been the same.




That two tone hair, oh my God, I can't deal with it. 

I swear it's not nearly as bad in person, you can barely tell, but under the unforgiving tropical light all things are magnified.


Thank you Nana xiao mei mei for patiently taking hundreds of photos for me until we got the right ones. Yes, hundreds. Asians at work haha. I am so happy to have a little sister who is every bit the emotional, vain, big-hearted, and loving Leo that I am. Nana! Please remember and take heed of my advice. This is the right time, I know you can do it. I'm looking forward to seeing much much much more of you, if you know what I mean. So...be brave! Jia you!

x
March 24, 2014

Stressed But Well Dressed

Has it only been four days since I arrived in Kuala Lumpur?  Between then and now I feel like an eternity has spanned, or rather, ...

Leica come home.

My Leica was stolen from me.


The last picture I have of it. It also has a black lens cover.

I say stolen, it's possible that I've lost it by dropping it, but as far as Kuala Lumpur is concerned if anybody finds anything of value then there is no chance of it being recovered. Ever. I'm sure this is true of many other big cities. But having being raised to think like a Malaysian ie. to fear the worst in strangers (carjackings, rapes, abduction, snatch theft) I'm predisposed to write off anything missing in K.L as forever lost at sea.

This is how it transpired...
March 22, 2014

Leica come home.

My Leica was stolen from me. The last picture I have of it. It also has a black lens cover. I say stolen, it's possible th...

Even More Things The Same Size As Coolio

A more thorough update on a post I hurriedly slapped together on my blog in the Malaysia Airlines Golden Lounge minutes before being called for boarding. I've been awake since ridiculous o' clock, I meant to be in bed by midnight to wake up for my morning hospital appointment but I couldn't sleep till much later. I then woke up at dawn, walking around in a daze, wondering if I'm going to fall sick later. Why is it that even from six thousand miles and eight time zones away some things just persist in following you, like a poltergeist?

To borrow a line from Kristoff---Hamsters are better than people, Coolio don't you think I'm right?

I miss my furbaby. Is it dark that I'm planning what to do with him once he dies? I'm thinking of commissioning one of my favourite artists Polly Morgan to immortalise him in a stunning piece of taxidermy art. Or maybe just have him stuffed, dyed yellow, and made up to look like Pikachu.

Diana: "Don't turn him into Pikachu! Coolio's going to look down at his body from heaven and think 'I wasn't good enough for her the way I was. She doesn't love me for me'."
Me: "Pikachu, though!"

Nothing like a series of 'Things The Same Size As Coolio' pictures to approximate how good he'd look as a work of art.


Ham -ès 'Collier de Ham'
Installation piece, 2014, Jasiminne Yip.

Ham-ès! Collier de Ham! I laughed myself into hysterics for ages after coming up with that, thinking myself the forefront of sophisticated wit. This kind of 'syiok sendiri' dorkiness is probably why nobody loves me. 'Yes I'm alone, but I'm alone aaaand free! Just stay away and you'll be safe from me!' *belts like Elsa*




Things The Same Size As Coolio 24: Hermès Collier de Chien

I forgot to take off the plastic...not a good look.

Things The Same Size As Coolio 23: Saint Laurent ring box

He actually fits in the box perfectly when he's sitting down.

Things The Same Size As Coolio 22: Tesco Everday Value vitamins

Someone: "It's worrying that you have a mouse among your vitamins." 
Me: "Shouldn't you mean it's more worrying that my vitamins are Tesco value?"

Things The Same Size As Coolio 21: Jaguar XJS figurine

I miss my car

Things The Same Size As Coolio 20: a sea shell

Things The Same Size As Coolio 19: Mulberry Margaret coin purse

Things The Same Size As Coolio 18: Perrier Jouet champagne glass

My favourite glasses. Probably the only good thing to come out of...nevermind.

Things The Same Size As Coolio 17: Tom Ford Champaca Absolute Private Blend

Bid and won a set of four of these parfums during an breast cancer charity dinner but haven't really got around to using them. Chanel Cuir de Russie will always be the one.

I have to run and go get ready for the hospital. Which isn't terrible, Prince Court is really nice and I always get to buy Disney Princess plasters in their pharmacy. I also get to see Nana 小妹妹 so I'm happy. In the midst of adversity it's always good to think of the things one can look forward to. Gratitude is the key, and a shining torch of light in a tunnel of darkness.

x



March 21, 2014

Even More Things The Same Size As Coolio

A more thorough update on a post I hurriedly slapped together on my blog in the Malaysia Airlines Golden Lounge minutes before being calle...

What's In My Bag; Taupe and Mint.

Of all the many small victories that enrich my life (end of the day slashed prices at Waitrose, shoving my size 7 feet into a 6.5 shoe, shopping on The Outnet, waiting time for an Uber is less than 2 minutes etc.) none is so triumphant as pulling together a new handbag and refreshing its contents for a new season. Last winter I had an affair with a lady in red, my Sofia Coppola but decided that Spring should be a much more neutral but no less muted affair. I love my mum's taupe Saffiano but had to begrudgingly hand it back to her, so imagine my delight when I found a not entirely dissimilar version by H&M! Cheap as chips too, at £35. Of course for that price I could easily buy a knock-off Prada Saffiano but you know what my thoughts are on that. So whatever I saved from buying H&M instead of Hermes I allowed myself to spend on changing the contents of my purse, from wallet to iPad case to *ahem* a new camera. 


My new work bag for Spring. As well as everything in the picture above I also managed to squeeze in my macbook, my macbook charger, my travel documents, a jumper, and a few magazines. Lugged it all onto my flight back to Kuala Lumpur and surprise surprise, it fit in my seat's side compartment (beneath the window)! Impressed.
March 20, 2014

What's In My Bag; Taupe and Mint.

Of all the many small victories that enrich my life (end of the day slashed prices at Waitrose, shoving my size 7 feet into a 6.5 shoe, sh...

Tresor Paris Nouveau Hexagone / Red Hot at Tonteria


I've been working with Tresor Paris, illustrating four timepieces from their new Nouveau Hexagone watch collection for women and men to celebrate the launch of the collection.


Initially I felt some trepidation when I got the brief because even though I'm not without some drawing skill it's been a very long time since I've done product illustrations. In all honesty the last time was in 2007/2008 at The One Academy, and in a school that emphasizes honing technical skills to perfection I felt especially useless because, well, I'm not a precision machine. I didn't even think I could paint still lives let alone time pieces, so...Anyway, no better time to learn than the present, yes? Carpe the effing diem.
March 17, 2014

Tresor Paris Nouveau Hexagone / Red Hot at Tonteria

I've been working with Tresor Paris, illustrating four timepieces from their new Nouveau Hexagone watch collection for women and men ...

Nokia Lumia 1520

Sponsored post

Ahead of the cookery class and visit to Walnuts Farm with Josh Eggleton and Great British Chefs, Nokia very kindly sent me the Lumia 1520 to play with. Previously Nokia loaned me the Lumia 1020 a month before the #ZoomingEast Shoreditch street art tour so that I might get accustomed to the Lumia's many features, and my conclusion was more or less a succinct "Great camera, great graphics, wouldn't mind having more apps". In the interest of seeing how the Lumia 1520 was an improvement over the 1020 I streamlined my daily purse into a clutch, doing away with some technology ie. my cameras (all three of them!) and my iPad, instead replacing them with the 1520.

March 14, 2014

Nokia Lumia 1520

Sponsored post Ahead of  the cookery class  and  visit to Walnuts Farm  with Josh Eggleton and Great British Chefs, Nokia very kindly s...

Cooking with Josh Eggleton & Great British Chefs for Nokia Lumia


Last Sunday Nokia sent myself and a handful of food bloggers to the countryside for a day of frolicking, turkey seducing (mostly on my part), and cooking class with Michelin-Starred chef Josh Eggleton.


With Camille and Julie from the Nokia UK Advocacy Team, Giulia, Fabienne, Josh Eggleton, Cindy, Coralie, and Fiona. I forgot the name of the lady beside me in the cute pixie crop, forgive me! *Dobby is very sorry, Dobby had to iron her hands*

March 13, 2014

Cooking with Josh Eggleton & Great British Chefs for Nokia Lumia

Related post: Rustic Retreat: Welcome To The Nut House Last Sunday Nokia sent myself and a handful of food bloggers to the countryside...

Tuk Din

When moving across continents on your own to embrace an entirely different culture and way of life (but not discard the one you grew up with) it is important to establish where one can find little slices of home comforts. There is a reason why a Chinatown exists in every country after all. For a Malaysian like me it's establishing the best places to eat in Bayswater (aka. 'Little Malaysia') which I more or less did the moment I arrived in London. In fact I may have spent my first month or so staying at a Malaysian hotel and dining at the restaurant run by the Malaysian chef. What can I say, Malaysians by nature love their home comforts (it's a little outside the norm for me to have stayed so long in London and not want to return to Kuala Lumpur, even less common that my parents allowed me to, and yes I'm 27, not 17) and will literally shrivel up and die at the thought of not getting their nasi lemak fix.


Last Saturday I got mine at Tuk Din with Angela my Malaysian (sorta) sister from another mister! 
March 12, 2014

Tuk Din

When moving across continents on your own to embrace an entirely different culture and way of life (but not discard the one you grew up wi...

Sensing Spaces at The Royal Academy

The Royal Academy has never been short of grandeur nor has it ever failed to deliver truly inspiring moments. But in my humble opinion not since Anish Kapoor's incredible 2009 exhibition have I seen anything this engaging or of this scale. Of course I'm talking about Sensing Spaces: Architecture Reimagined, of which until last Friday I was surely the only person left in London who had yet to paid a visit to. 


What I call the 'scented wood' room, which was intoxicating imbued with a heady, woody scent infused with bamboo...I forgot the exact name of the scent but it made me think of sandalwood, buddhist prayer beads, and Shinto shrines in the mountain forests. 
March 11, 2014

Sensing Spaces at The Royal Academy

The Royal Academy has never been short of grandeur nor has it ever failed to deliver truly inspiring moments. But in my humble opinion n...

Rustic Retreat: Welcome to the nut house

...or rather, nut farm. Walnuts Farm



Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! This photo was taken approximately 0.002 seconds before I accidentally projectiled off the swing and landed into a pile of manure.

Yesterday Nokia UK sent myself and a few food bloggers (incidentally almost all of them were French speakers, ca va?) to Walnuts Farm in East Sussex to milk cows, churn butter, stack hay for a day of cooking class with Michelin-star chef Josh Eggleton. 

It was a lovely way for Nokia to celebrate the Great British Chefs app coming to the Lumia, we were driven on a gloriously warm, sunny day from London to the country to meet and cook with an award-winning chef. Who I now may have a massive crush on, but his loveliness and the cooking is for another story for another time. 

This post is all about the idyllic country life and gorgeous little scenes of rustic prettiness that is Walnuts Farm. 

Hellooooo Walnuts Farm, here comes another nut to add to your collection!

Oh, you don't actually harvest nuts...? *shuffles awkwardly behind a pile of logs* Nevermind.
March 10, 2014

Rustic Retreat: Welcome to the nut house

...or rather, nut farm. Walnuts Farm .  Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! This photo was taken approximately 0.002 seconds before ...

I am destined to be fat for the rest of my life.

I really am. And not because of my genetic design or lack of willpower (have you seen the way I listen to movie soundtracks on repeat so that I learn all the lyrics to the songs to terrorising my friends with?) but because of, well, circumstances...

Mummy always bemoans about how all her working lunches, decadent seven course dinners, and lush banquets she's invited to is the bane of her trim waistline. Oh, what a first-world problem, la di da, but we are living in a first-world country, and so are you reading this on your iPad with 4G, so... Anyway I tell myself that this will never happen to me, because I'm never going to be the kind of corporate big shot she is. All artists are hungry and fashionably emaciated, right? Sure, unsuccessful artists are. Not that I am in any way successful or even especially good at what I do...but...recently I find myself in the position where people take me out to dinner, lunch, brunch (but never breakfast! ha!) so that they can convince me to sell something, buy something, do something...that sort of thing. Just when I thought I could go about the rest of my life conducting all discussions from the safety of gmail...nope...not happening...I'm going offline just like everybody else. 

TLDR; Work (or discussions hopefully leading to work) is making me fat. Muuuuuuum!

Japanese food is low fat and low calorie, right? 


This might be, but everything else I had for dinner yesterday at Sake no Hana...not so much...
March 08, 2014

I am destined to be fat for the rest of my life.

I really am. And not because of my genetic design or lack of willpower (have you seen the way I listen to movie soundtracks on repeat so t...

Tribal Media 1st Birthday + Sushi Samba

Luxy's baaaaaaack! *squeals like a fat hamster stuck under a door*


I haven't seen this one in two months! Of course I had to go back to Malaysia for a month and return to London after she leaves for Australia for a month. It's as though the universe (or rather the driving force behind our schedules) is conspiring to keep us apart. But you know what they say; absence makes the heart grow fonder, or rather time apart accumulates incredible tales to regale each other with upon your reunion. I don't think Sushi Samba has ever seen anyone who punctuated every sentence with a scandalised scream, rocked back and forth in hysterical laughter, and snort into their green tea as often as I did. Mon dieu. Luxy! We both just can't be left alone without supervision, can we?! Oh, our exploits...it's so good to know that even when we're apart we still find ways to be connected through our hijinks. Love you!
March 06, 2014

Tribal Media 1st Birthday + Sushi Samba

Luxy 's baaaaaaack! *squeals like a fat hamster stuck under a door* I haven't seen this one in two months! Of course I had...

Loubet? More like love it. (also...lesbians)

Ever since the fateful norovirus incident of April 2013 I developed an irrational aversion to beetroot. I am filled with the disgusting urge to chuuundah at the sight of it, the idea of what it tastes like, never mind the smell. Having beetroot flavoured bile erupt out of oneself every hour on the hour will do that to a person. In fact that was how I developed my phobia of kewpie mayonnaise, when I got food poisoning from a dodgy Sushi King California roll at age 13. To this day I can't eat California rolls or anything with kewpie mayo on it. 

Recently I have begun a noble campaign to reintroduce the humble and once-loved beetroot back into my diet. Indefatigable efforts to sneak the sweet red vegetable into my food---I ate a whole pot of beetroot and mint hummus, bully for me!---have paid off, for yesterday the blessed beetroot made its homecoming.

In the form of the best damn beetroot ravioli I've had at Bistrot Bruno Loubet.


Just look at this beauty, sprawled out ever so resplendently, begging me to take and ravish her. It would have been rude to not oblige. Little parcels of beetroot ravioli exploded in a burst of flavour, the sweetness perfectly contrasted with the mild bitterness of wild rocket, pungent Parmesan, and salty fried breadcrumbs..dear God...it was delishagasmic to say the least. 
March 04, 2014

Loubet? More like love it. (also...lesbians)

Ever since the fateful norovirus incident of April 2013   I developed an irrational aversion to beetroot. I am filled with the disgusting ...

Don't call it quits. Fight to bridge The Gap.


Perhaps if I had realised this before graduating I would have been spared years of despair, dented self-esteem, insecurity, and some serious existential narcissism.
March 02, 2014

Don't call it quits. Fight to bridge The Gap.

Perhaps if I had realised this before graduating I would have been spared years of despair, dented self-esteem, insecurity, and some ...