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Showing posts with label Fashion & Beauty. Show all posts

My Cosmetic Surgery Journey: The Prelude

My Cosmetic Surgery Journey: The Prelude - Why I'm choosing to be honest and transparent about it
MY COSMETIC SURGERY JOURNEY: THE PROLOGUE
WARNING: THIS BLOG POST MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS

By the time you read this I may well already be on an operating table. Today, I’m checking into a hospital in Kuala Lumpur at 16:00 (GMT+8)  where I’ll spend the night prepping for the following life-changing morning: the day I take the first steps in my plastic surgery journey. Hold my hand, we're going in deep...

A HUGE THANK YOU TO MAXIMILIAN CLARKE WHO ALWAYS TAKES THE BEST PHOTOS OF ME 



IN THE INTEREST OF TRANSPARENCY...

My choice to undergo surgery in the name of vanity or rather my decision to be public and candid about it may seem odd to the uninitiated; given my upbringing and traditional East Asian demureness as well as the last vestiges taboo surrounding going under the knife. Regarding the former; Asians of a certain Oriental persuasion - I'm talking about the Overseas Chinese in Malaysia, Thailand, and Singapore; the Chinese, and especially the South Koreans - are increasingly conspicuous consumers of cosmetic procedures. In fact, most if not all of my extended circle in Kuala Lumpur have had or is seriously considering both invasive and non-invasive plastic surgery ie. fillers, Botox, implants, lateral canthoplasty and blepharoplasty (cutting or sewing double eyelids) etc. Honestly, for a while I felt like a dying breed given that the most drastic improvement I've had done to my looks was eyebrow embroidery (microblading) back in 2012: the faded, dubious rust-coloured stain of which now lives on my face looking like shameful skid marks. Please don't think that I'm jumping on the beauty bandwagon to keep up with the Joneses or rather the Kardashian-Jenners (of course, the fat lips I was mocked relentlessly for as a teenager are now the top selling product...) - the point I'm simply trying to make is that discussing or contemplating cosmetic surgery is becoming more acceptable in the East.



As for the latter reason for potential side-eye? It is precisely the lingering taboo around cosmetic surgery that compels me to be as honest and open as I can possibly be. It seems astonishing that a culture that celebrates and promotes a beauty standard unattainable by many would mock and vilify the very people who seek to reach those standards. To each their own, and to each their own opinions; but I find it disheartening at best (whatever happened to "live and let life?") and at its worst, dangerous. Dangerous that those who've had work done are held up as ideals of beauty yet the person is a target for vitriol while their newly bought looks are celebrated. All this does is compel some to be dishonest, which is especially bad if those who chose to lie are in the public eye and thus in a position of influence because it promotes the message: "If you want to be OMG INTERNET FAMOUS* get lip fillers/breast implants but then act all coy about it while selling a lifestyle to an impressionable audience and making bank by lying! Teeheeheee!" Fangirls will eventually stop drinking the Kool-Aid...but why build an empire on lies just to avoid criticism from detractors who shouldn't matter? 'Tis better to be disliked for who you are than loved for who you're not. Perpetuating a fallacy is not a legacy to be proud of.

*another thing I don't love: tween twits deciding they don't need an education, just YouTube to get ahead in life. STAY IN SCHOOL KIDS

My Cosmetic Surgery Journey: The Prelude - Why I'm choosing to be honest and transparent about it

"I'm no hero. I put my bra on one boob at a time, just like everybody else."  BUT YOU ARE A HERO, TINA,

Look, I'm not trying to start a "Life In Plastic, It's Fantastic!" acceptance movement, and even if I did I'm at least 5 years too late plus I'm not having anything (plastic or otherwise) added to my face nor body so I'm not sure I'd even qualify to be a spokesperson. Other than the fact that I'm too painfully honest to keep up the pretence as to why I'm disappearing from social commitments for the week it takes for me to recover, the simple fact is that I'm a giver. I love sharing and entertaining. It's why I put as much work as I do into my blog posts: it's not just enough for me to see and do, if anything is noteworthy I have to share it in a way that is hopefully both inspiring and informative. Of course, if blogging about plastic surgery is dissonant to Posh, Broke, & Bored feel free to tell me so. If the response is overwhelmingly "Do not want!" this will be the last you'll hear of it!

My Cosmetic Surgery Journey: The Prelude - Why I'm choosing to be honest and transparent about it
SO...WHAT? WHEN? AND HOW?

Tomorrow, first thing on Tuesday morning, I'm undergoing a mastopexy (breast reduction and lift) without implants and liposuction under general anaesthesia. My objectives are to reduce my frankly cumbersome 36E chest to a more manageable size and more pleasing shape that I may no longer have to minimise my bust line under sports bras nor eschew certain styles of clothing for fear of looking "extra". While I'm at it, I may as well streamline my figure by targeting stubborn areas of fat that no amount of exercise nor diet can shift - where weight training and cardio fail, that's where liposuction steps in - as a spot treatment, not a weight loss tool.



I'd love to share more about the procedures I'm having, the research that led me to my choices; plus the costs, options, and other nitty-gritty. To say nothing of my soon-to-be process including my day-to-day recovery and especially the results! But naturally my cup runneth over in more ways than one - I have to dash and do a hundred things today before I check in to the hospital. If you have any burning questions throw them my way on Instagram @poshbrokebored and I'll do my best to answer them. In the meanwhile...wish me luck! x


March 20, 2017

My Cosmetic Surgery Journey: The Prelude

MY COSMETIC SURGERY JOURNEY: THE PROLOGUE WARNING: THIS BLOG POST MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS By the time you read this I may well...

Urban Jungle: Furla Spring/Summer 2017 Collection

The preview of Furla Spring/Summer 2017 Collection: Urban Jungle in Malaysia was held at the orchid conservatory of The Majestic Kuala Lumpur, where tropical prints and exotic shapes ran rampant in a #FieldOfImagination.








IT'S AN URBAN JUNGLE OUT THERE: THE MALAYSIAN PREVIEW OF
March 12, 2017

Urban Jungle: Furla Spring/Summer 2017 Collection

IT'S AN URBAN JUNGLE OUT THERE : THE MALAYSIAN PREVIEW OF FURLA SPRING/SUMMER 2017 AT THE MAJESTIC KUALA LUMPUR

Closet Case: Changing Clutter into Charity

Closet Case: Changing Clutter into Charity

































































Somewhere underneath this pile of clothes are the f*cks I used to give.













































CHAPTER 3 of LIFE, LATELY: SWIM - 
CLEARING OUT THE SKELETONS IN MY CLOSET
LIFE LATELY: CHAPTER 1: THAT SINKING FEELING & CHAPTER 2: SWIM (THE PRELUDE)

In a bid to finally rid myself of the ghosts of a failed relationship (and business); I performed an exorcism of a material, sartorial, and symbolic nature - one that may very well make a small difference for good in another part of the world... 

February 16, 2017

Closet Case: Changing Clutter into Charity

Somewhere unde...

My Complete Skincare Collection, Day & Night Routine, and more...

My comprehensive skincare collection and day routine, night routine; and weekly routine for getting rid of sebaceous filaments, blackheads, whiteheads etc.








































































THEY SAY IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO RAISE A CHILD. 
I SAY IT TAKES A VILLAGE-FUL OF PRODUCT TO CULTIVATE GOOD SKIN.
...at least, for an urbanite past the threshold of blissful ignorance ie. a simpler time when one's bleakest hour was Geri leaving the Spice Girls (wow, my age is showing). Fact is, it wasn't just turning 30 that set me off on my very own episode of Hoarders: Skincare Edition but also that I needed a nice new habit ever since I kicked a bad one. Swapping smoking for skincare, I guess you could call it a 'skin-win' situation? Here is my current arsenal; some of it old favourites and others recent additions I've been trying out for just over a month.
SKIN TYPE: NORMAL. MEDIUM TONED. AGED 30 • 

What's In My Handbag: Gucci Lilith, London limited edition

What's In My Handbag: Gucci Lilith, London limited edition


We've all established that I don't do things by half. Even the very act of subtlety is an elaborate exercise in measured nonchalance and curated casualness - dressing normcore? Let me just style my hair and put on some red lipstick...yeah, you get the drill. It's not that I'm especially fussy nor high-maintenance *cues shouts of Yes, you are!* but rather, even in my most slovenly state there is somehow still a theatrical air about me. I attribute it to being twice as catty; that is, having both Western and Eastern stars of the feline persuasion, being both a Tiger by the Chinese zodiac and a lion (Leo) by horoscope. When you're born under the two most attention-seeking astrology signs, being a wilting wallflower is not an option - you go big or go home.

Twice the cattiness, twice the tigers - this handbag, a London limited edition of the Gucci Lilith, is only too appropriate. I've been seeking the perfect red handbag to match my favourite lipstick and nail polish, and I had very specific criteria - large enough to fit my Canon 6D yet ornamental enough to pass for a "useless but pretty" purse (that I may carry my camera to dressy events), and of course the design had to be as unique as possible. Gucci knocked it out of the park with this baby - the glossy box calf leather is just the right shade of lacquer red, the embroidered patches are of my favourite city and my spirit animal, plus with only 27 ever made  - "That's 27 too many..." muttered a (male) friend - this limited edition feels all the more special. The perfect present to find underneath my Christmas tree. Throw in a deceptively spacious interior - it fits my DSLR with more than enough room to spare - and I'm in love. Ladies and gentlemen (mostly ladies), please meet Lilith...

THANK YOU AFTAB FOR PHOTOS 1, 2, & 8
January 09, 2017

What's In My Handbag: Gucci Lilith, London limited edition

We've all established that I don't do things by half. Even the very act of subtlety is an elaborate exercise in measured...

Unboxing Day: A Sneak Peek at My Christmas Haul


Look, today I'm not even going to try to English - I know that most of you come, you see the pictures; you conquer or rather, close tab. Besides, I'm knackered. Perhaps it's the exhaustion of hauling ass from dawn to dusk volunteering at the local homeless shelter on Christmas Day. Maybe it's from attempting a 60 person-strong Mannequin Challenge during a boozy Christmas dinner. Possibly from running around London on Boxing Day to make the most of the Pokemon Go Christmas event (plot twist: Niantic makes Santa-hat-wearing-Pikachu the new norm. Trainers who transferred their hatless Pikachu to make room before hoarding festive 'Chus as collectibles weep en masse).


Whatever it is, I've got a cold, which I'm sure is appropriate on some level because 2016 has been a real clustercuss of a year and that bitch just won't quit. Much like my favourite present this Christmas: a very loud, so terrible-it's-amazing Gucci Lilith handbag in a very limited edition - only 27 in the world, and only available in-store so if you fancy one head down to the flagship on Bond Street. I'm rather less taken by the Gucci loafers, but I've included them for posterity anyway before exchanging them for a Harrods Gift Card (see what I swapped them for on my Dayre microblog). 

Fun little stocking stuffers - festive Yankee Candles that smell uncannily like Christmas trees and candy canes, a little Fendi purse, an Anya Hindmarch Rubik's Cube I forgot to actually take a photo of for this post (see, I told you I'm tired) - padded out an otherwise sparse Christmas present haul. You'll have no complain from me otherwise. 

The bird-song outside my window (the poor buggers are confused by the city's light pollution, it's only three in the morn...) is my cue to turn in for the night. I'll do a proper 'What's In My Handbag' post to get you acquainted with Lilith, but for now I leave you with photos of my Christmas present haul, sans witty repertoire because a) I'm tired and ill and b) does anyone actually read this anyway? If you do, comment below: "I am the Loch Ness monster".
How was your Christmas? What did you get up to? Were you naughty or nice? 
What did Santa slip in your stocking, the dirty devil? 

December 27, 2016

Unboxing Day: A Sneak Peek at My Christmas Haul

Look, today I'm not even going to try to English - I know that most of you come, you see the pictures; you conquer or ra...

Daydreaming with...Stanley Kubrick

Daydreaming with...Stanley Kubrick at Somerset House, London
DAYDREAMING WITH...STANLEY KUBRICK AT SOMERSET HOUSE, LONDON
August 11, 2016

Daydreaming with...Stanley Kubrick

DAYDREAMING WITH...STANLEY KUBRICK AT SOMERSET HOUSE, LONDON

Hand Luggage Only? Carry on these Summer Beauty Essentials

Hand luggage only? Carry on these skincare and beauty essentials for travelling light in summer.

THIS BEAUTY ADDICT'S MUST HAVES FOR TRAVELLING LIGHT IN SUMMER
July 20, 2016

Hand Luggage Only? Carry on these Summer Beauty Essentials

THIS BEAUTY ADDICT'S MUST HAVES FOR TRAVELLING LIGHT IN SUMMER

Time Machine


BRAVE NEW WORLD: APPROACHING MY '30S 
WITH A NEW SKINCARE ROUTINE (FOR UNDER £45)
July 10, 2016

Time Machine

BRAVE NEW WORLD: APPROACHING MY '30S  WITH A NEW SKINCARE ROUTINE (FOR UNDER £45)

Mad Mattes



SEVEN SHADES OF (MATTE LIP) HEAVEN  BY NYX, SLEEK, & MAC CHARLOTTE OLYMPIA
May 10, 2016

Mad Mattes

SEVEN SHADES OF (MATTE LIP) HEAVEN   BY  NYX, SLEEK, & MAC CHARLOTTE OLYMPIA

Fendi Flowerland & Keukenhof

April 24, 2016

Fendi Flowerland & Keukenhof

Royal Ascot : What To Wear at The Royal Enclosure

A guide to dressing for Royal Ascot : What To Wear at The Royal Enclosure
That's how one sometimes feels when mulling over their sartorial choices for Royal Ascot. The Royal Enclosure dress code can be a sartorial minefield what with the 'fashion police' on high alert for too-bare shoulders, hemlines above the knee, and scant fascinators. Then there's the question of taste - make too little of an effort and one comes across as disrespectful to the noble spirit and history of one of Britain's key social events, but make too much of an effort and risk looking like a painted trollop. There's a fine balance between haute dress and hot mess. I've cantered into both territories - in 2013 I nailed it with a demure Alexander McQueen dress (above), but last year I put in a disgraceful appearance in floral trousers with not-matching top. Of course the latter was thanks to my huge and shocking weight gain - I've blogged about it and my weight loss mission, here - which found me facing a wardrobe full of Ascot-appropriate dresses I suddenly couldn't wear. 
But now that I've taken my health and looks into hand, I'm happy to report that this summer will see a much slimmer me. Instead of hiding my figure behind poor outfit choices, I'm going to proudly dress for the shape I've worked hard to regain. So, in collaboration with Debenhams Best of British Outfit Inspiration I've put together what I'd wear to this year's Royal Ascot as well as my suggestions on how to be a knock out at the style states in the Royal Enclosure.
April 17, 2016

Royal Ascot : What To Wear at The Royal Enclosure

That's how one sometimes feels when mulling over their sartorial choices for Royal Ascot.  The Royal Enclosure dress code can b...

My Perfumes & the Travels They Evoke

My perfume collection and the travels that they bring to mind. An olfactory journey to Russia, Italy, Cuba, Vietnam, South Korea, France, and Malaysia. Starring Chanel Cuir de Russie, Tom Ford Neroli Portofino, Creed Virgin Island Water, Tom Ford Champaca Absolute, Dior Leather Oud, Chanel No 5 Eau Premiere, and Tom Ford Jasmin Rouge.

What a suggestive force smell is. It's this sense with all its Pavlovian powers that makes me want to instantly disrobe and lie face down in anticipation of a massage whenever I catch the spa-like whiff of lemongrass (which is why I should probably avoid Thai restaurants). It's why amortentia - the most powerful love potion in the wizarding world - smells to each person of their favourite things. Mine would be: the seats of a new car, fresh paint, and vanilla ice-cream OMG am I pregnant?! Scent leads us down forgotten paths of memories old and transports us to places we'd rather be. This same aspirational quality is why the head honchos of the fragrance industry are probably cackling all the way to the bank in a perfume cloud of Justin Bieber 'Someday' and 'Girlfriend'. Muahahahaha.
In the theme of this month's travel blogger linkup I thought I'd share with you my collection of fragrances and the journeys to faraway lands that they bring to my mind.
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April 04, 2016

My Perfumes & the Travels They Evoke

What a suggestive force smell is. It's this sense with all its Pavlovian powers that makes me want to instantly disrobe an...

Tropical Toxic


March 23, 2016

Tropical Toxic

Public Nudity

Taking my latest buy for a spin in Arnold Circus, Shoreditch

It’s sunny! It’s snowy! It’s freezing! It’s balmy! Either the weather is off her meds or London is blessing us with bouts of sunshine to apologise for the sudden balls-cold spell that hit us earlier this week It’s almost as though she realised that winter is nearly over and decided to go all-out before the curtain falls, but still - no snow (the weather will probably go all Arendelle on us this June, just you wait). How the devil are we supposed to dress for this bipolar climate, though? Do we store the furs and bring out the trench coats? Eschew black for sunnier shades? Luckily for me, I’ve already got my spring capsule wardrobe sorted and the answer is: nudes. Nudes are always the answer.
March 06, 2016

Public Nudity

Taking my latest buy for a spin in Arnold Circus, Shoreditch It’s sunny! It’s snowy! It’s freezing! It’s balmy! Either the weat...

What’s In My Makeup Bag - My 17 Luxury & Drugstore Beauty Essentials

What’s In My Makeup Bag -  My 16 Luxury & Drugstore Beauty Essentials
“There are no ugly women, only lazy ones”

‘Ain’t that the truth? You only have to look as far as my ‘morning face’ and compare it with my ‘public face’ to fully appreciate the transformative powers of cosmetics. My close friends jokingly call bare-faced me ‘Maria, Jasiminne’s humble and homely maid’ and love to ask ‘Maria’: “Mana boss kau yang cantik tu?” (Where’s that lovely boss of yours?) to which ‘Maria’ would reply: “Puan sedang sibuk, ma’am. Dia datang sebentar lagi, sila tunggu sekejap. Nak minum apa, ma’am?” (Madam Jasiminne is busy but she will be here presently. Would you like a drink while you wait?) Yeah, I have great friends. *furtive glance*
February 29, 2016

What’s In My Makeup Bag - My 17 Luxury & Drugstore Beauty Essentials

“There are no ugly women, only lazy ones” ‘Ain’t that the truth? You only have to look as far as my ‘morning face’ and compare ...

Instagram Wife

In the interest of feminism and gender equality, this Instagram Wife photographs her Instagram Husband in the scenic Grade II listed forest of Wanstead Park, London. All clothes by Regimental Vintage.

Shoot others as you would have them shoot you

Maybe my shooter of choice - Canon 6D, 85mm f1.8 (see the contents of my camera bag here) - elicits less knee-jerk reactions than Henry’s arsenal of AK-47, PPSH, and Mosin Nagan; but I’m a sharp shooter all the same. It’s a widely-accepted opinion that the formula for successful fashion blog/Instagram = photogenic girl + well managed eating disorder + credit card + photographer boyfriend. Hence the rise of the ‘Instagram Husband’ - that oft unmentioned accessory in the ‘Shop the post/Buy the look here’ section in, like, every fashion blog ever.  
So in the interest of gender equality - and I don’t mean jumping on the OMG FEMINIST bandwagon - I thought I’d share with you how mine and Henry’s relationship goes both ways. Yes, he does follow me around and takes marvellous photos of me for my blog but I also happily return the favour. Because like body pleasure, stoking the flames of vainglory is so much more fun when you have a partner. 
Here are some photos I took of my Instagram Husband bearing arms in Wanstead Park, because every healthy relationship should also have an Instagram Wife. 
PHOTOGRAPH & EDIT BY POSH, BROKE, & BORED
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February 25, 2016

Instagram Wife

Shoot others as you would have them shoot you Maybe my shooter of choice - Canon 6D, 85mm f1.8 (see the contents of my camera ba...

Fartypants


Eye see you over there baby, shaking that thang…

(See more Knitwittery here and here
Flatutent leather culottes! Questionable tan lines! Sequinned eyes on the world’s most impractical compact satchel! That’s what you get when you combine jet lag and Shoreditch douchebagg-ery because this sort of award-winning ensemble should be best left to the clamourers outside Somerset House this time of year, the pages of Grazia, and fashion blogs. There’s a disconcerting breeze around my shins - and not just because my leather culottes make the most embarrassingly realistic fart noises when I walk (it’s my trousers, guys, I SWEAR) - yet my top half is toastier than the Brick Lane bagel shop. My ankle boots cover my weird ankle tan lines from Malaysia but not the remnants of my gold flash tattoos (which now look like odd scabs on my shins, ugh). Also, my handbag is as adequately-sized as my self-awareness is ample (in other words, not at all).  
And this, kids, is why you don’t attempt any sort of sartorial statement right after landing in London at four in the morning after a 13 hour flight.   
At least this hot mess kinda sorta photographs well…? No? Yes?  
PHOTOGRAPHY BY HENRY RIDLEY-COOK. QUESTIONABLE SARTORIAL CHOICES ALL MINE.

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February 24, 2016

Fartypants

Eye see you over there baby, shaking that thang… (See more Knitwittery here and here )  Flatutent leather culottes! Questio...

Welcome, Monkey!


Gong Xi Fa Cai, Wan Shi Ru Yi! Wishing you all prosperity in the year of the Fire Monkey!

February 08, 2016

Welcome, Monkey!

Gong Xi Fa Cai, Wan Shi Ru Yi!  Wishing you all prosperity in the year of the Fire Monkey!

A triangle bra for even the most bosom-y of wenches


From my new saviour - B by Ted Baker

 The love that dares not speak its name. That’s my euphemism for ‘titties too big for this bullsh*t’ - the collective cry of bosom buddies with more than a handful to spare. Myself, being the ambivalent bearer of an ample chest (all the more astonishing given my South East Asian ethnicity which tends to come with automatic admission into the itty-bitty-titty committee) have accepted that my DDs are persona non grata at the triangle bra party. Those underwire-less, ethereal, wispy lace handkerchiefs held up with nary but a spaghetti-slim strap? No chance in hell. How about this eggshell-coloured feat of support engineering that bears a passing resemblance to a chastity device?
February 05, 2016

A triangle bra for even the most bosom-y of wenches

From my new saviour -  B by Ted Baker  The love that dares not speak its name . That’s my euphemism for ‘ titties too big for th...