Why my hair is so big. It's full of haircare secrets.


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Despite my best efforts to destroy my hair---I bleached my hair a heroic six times in as many months between 2012-2013 and have box-dyed it every other month since---the keratin stumps growing out of my head have defiantly, resiliently, clung on for dear life. In its naturally straight state my elbow-length hair is tangle-free, glossy, and the texture reasonably soft. When I curl my hair however it's a whole different story, I believe the phrase is 'crunchy?' Maybe something to do with the fact that I empty a whole can of hair spray on my curls to keep them so? Either way for the amount of damage I've done (and still do) to my hair it's still healthy and more importantly never lost its seductive glide as it catches the light and cuts through the air when I use it to whip people in the face with. Priorities! All thanks to my repertoire of haircare products which I will present to you, as often requested, in the hope that it proves to be somewhat helpful or instructive. 


I must come clean. I consider my hair to be a crutch. I don't care what some feminists say (although if they are real feminists they wouldn't be saying what other women should or shouldn't do) I am my hair and my femininity is defined by the length of my hair. I just wouldn't feel very sexy in a pixie crop. Gamine, mischievous, daring, yes, but not sexy. My boyfriend disagrees and would much rather I cut my hair short but I'm certain he only feels that way because I won't stop slapping him in the face with my mane. But! I love my long hair. I hide behind it when I'm self-conscious, I twist it around my neck when I'm cold or uncomfortable, I drape it over my extended arm when taking selfies, and I use it to frame my décolletage ever so coyly. And despite long, straight hair being perfect for all of the above I still don't feel quite there unless my hair has been curled and styled to death. I'd never go to a social event with straight hair if I can help it, and I say without shame that my social and holiday schedule revolves around when I get to curl my hair. No internet in Cuba? No problem, as long as I get to bring my curling tongs. To minimise the heat damage I never use a hairdryer (air dry, always), only curl my hair twice a week (the curls look their best for two days but last three days), and use an array of products to protect and maintain my head tentacles. 

Behold, the bottled ambrosia that I imbibe my Medusian snakes with---





For someone so supposedly invested in her hair's welfare (well-hair!) I've only just discovered for myself that shampoo and conditioner really does make a huge difference to one's hair texture. To think that this whole time I've been loading those £1 shampoos into my basket at the supermarket! Back in February, shortly after their launch in Malaysia, Syoss sent me a care package to my Malaysian address but it arrived the day I left for London. I've only just managed to get my hands on it a couple of months ago and I've been using their 'Moisture Intensive Care' shampoo, conditioner, treatment, and glossy jelly ever since. Syoss promises affordable, professional performance you can afford and salon results you can achieve at home, and I must say they certainly deliver! My Syoss now-empty shampoo and conditioner bottles are deflated but my hair has never been more 'plump' no doubt thanks to the intensive moisturising. I've run out of the conditioner but still manage to slather my hair, post-shampoo, with the treatment mask. Syoss has also managed to do the impossible---make me embrace my straight hair. I added some 'Straight and Shine' jelly to my hair out of curiosity and astonished at how much sleeker my hair looked despite already being poker-straight and glossy. I now use it as a finishing product after my hair oil.

Asian-Pacific readers of this blog will find SYOSS readily available as it is distributed in Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, Taiwan, China but to name a few countries. 'Tis slightly trickier for those in the UK, but I did find Syoss available to buy online on Fishpond and Amazon. For now I'm keeping an eye on Syoss on Facebook for news of when it will be more readily available to buy in London. It's a game-changer, and my hair is my game. Just ask Henry how many times he has had to duck when I try to hair-whip him.

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Disclaimer: Some of these products were sent to me for review, however all opinions and words are my own.

September 04, 2014

Why my hair is so big. It's full of haircare secrets.

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Country to city


Harmony and equal (but not necessarily the same sort of) responsibility is the key to every happy union, and most definitely a dignified one.
September 01, 2014

Country to city

Harmony and equal (but not necessarily the same sort of) responsibility is the key to every happy union, and most definitely a dignifi...

Olá Lisboa! Eating in Lisbon.


Topshop shorts / Givenchy bag / vintage sunglasses / H&M slider sandals

When shopping for a city break which itinerary reads something like 'Eat. Sleep. Eat. Repeat' it is recommended that one buys clothing at least two sizes up. Belt and knot tightly when needed ie. when taking outfit photos such as above, and let out after one decadent meal too many.

I've already covered touristy must-dos in Lisbonan off the beaten track-journey south to nudist beach Praia do Meco, and a couple of restaurants; John Malkovich's sleek three floor riverside warehouse behemoth Bica do Sapato and the colourfully cozy hidden gem that is Casa de Pasto. So as far as Lisbon restaurants reviews go I've presented two very different places rather on opposite ends of the gastronomical spectrum. But what about everything in between? Here, I offer all of Lisbon's edible delights that Henry and I got to sample during our three (four?) day stay. Our diet consisted mostly of seafood---I read somewhere that the key to the Portuguese's contentment is hot evenings whiled away with friends and huge pans of clams swimming in garlic white wine sauce---and of pudding, blitzing our way through tarts and ice-cream.
August 29, 2014

Olá Lisboa! Eating in Lisbon.

Topshop shorts / Givenchy bag / vintage sunglasses / H&M slider sandals When shopping for a city break which itinerary reads s...

East London eats: DF/ MEXICO


Ee by gum...I have just come to the realisation that I haven't used my Oyster card in over two months.  Shall I analyse why? One, I no longer need to be physically present to do any of my shopping not when the delights of Oxford Street and beyond can be perused from the comfort of my favourite online portals ASOS, Selfridges, and The Outnet. Two, anytime I venture further than twenty minutes walking distance from my home I call an Uber. In fact I rely so much on Uber when I'm abroad (Lisbon, Paris, Rome) that when Uber launched in Kuala Lumpur I exploded with excitement only to remember that I drive in Malaysia anyway. Three, I live in Shoreditch. Everything I could ever want is just outside my doorstep; the art galleries of Vyner Street, Redchurch Street, Whitechapel Gallery, Hoxton but to name a few, Shoreditch House, and eateries for the intrepid gastronomical trend-followers (Byron Burger, Bukowski Burgers, and Honest Burger are all but thirty seconds from each other on Shoreditch High Street). I'm lucky to spend my twenties living in a vibrant, creative, and diverse neighbourhood and am determined to make the most of it by exploring more of it. By more I mean gastronomical offerings, and today I present to you my new favourite East London Mexican diner du jour DF/ Mexico.

August 25, 2014

East London eats: DF/ MEXICO

Ee by gum...I have just come to the realisation that I haven't used my Oyster card in over two months.  Shall I analyse why? One, ...

Hadleigh Farm


I may not know what I'll be doing tomorrow nor what I even want for my birthday yet somehow I've already worked out a vague idea of what I want to do when I'm in my mid-to-late-thirties. By then, God-willing (and by my best efforts) I've become so established and successful in whatever it is I'll be doing then that I have the luxury to work from my home in a leafy London suburb, while raising my three children (two twin sons and a girl) as well as running a nearby city farm. On my city farm will be a cafe using only organic produce and free range eggs from the farm (that you can buy), a dwarf hamster colony, a huge open aviary where birds can come and go as they please, a butterfly house, and of course pigs, goats, sheep, alpacas, rabbits, poultry etc. that you can sponsor and adopt. But most of all there will be a petting zoo for children with BESD (Behavioural, emotional and social difficulties). Having volunteered and worked with children charities, as well as charities for the less fortunate I do believe that our true calling is to help others in need, give back to the community, and on a whole enrich each others lives. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could do that for a living while combining my love for children and animals? So I told Henry about my dream to set up a city farm with a childcare centre for children where they could, under the watchful and encouraging eye of their teachers, bond with the farm animals while learning about responsibility and respect for living creatures. He said he knew just the sort of place I was talking about, and took me to Hadleigh Farm so that I could see my dream in action.
August 22, 2014

Hadleigh Farm

I may not know what I'll be doing tomorrow nor what I even want for my birthday yet somehow I've already worked out a vague id...

Camping in Hadleigh castle.


I've always known that I'm 'chronically blessed' (I'd count my blessings but I have only so many fingers and toes) and that my life is somewhat charmed. My rose tinted life was especially evident yesterday, on my birthday, by a) the flood of well-wishes I received despite making myself very hard to get hold of and b) being asked, constantly, 'What do you want for your birthday?' and never having answer for anyone. True, I have a shopping list as long as my arm and I want many things; all of them expensive, immoral, addictive, impossible etc. but when it comes down to it I don't truly want anything. Nothing especially material anyway! I think, that in my old age, anything that I can buy for myself isn't especially exciting for me (Don't especially like clothes or cars, and can't afford private islands yet, but property...! I love buying apartments and doing them up) and what I'm really after are experiences.

"What do you want to do for your birthday, darling?" asked Henry, "Shall I take you camping in the ruins of an English Heritage castle perched on a hill, overlooking miles of Essex marshes and out to the Estuary?" Oh, Henry my love nobody understands my thirst for adventure like you do! "And then I'll take you to stay in a tree house...and a yurt...and..." Alright, slow down, one outdoor bed at a time. So the day before my birthday (Tuesday!) we packed up and made the ascend to Hadleigh Castle.

August 21, 2014

Camping in Hadleigh castle.

I've always known that I'm 'chronically blessed' (I'd count my blessings but I have only so many fingers and toes)...

East London eats: Oysters and beers in Bethnal Green.


I'm certain that most couples in employment (self or otherwise) have a post-work rendezvous point where either, being too lazy to cook and having exhausted every option on Just Eat, meet for a spot of supper and flirtation. Myself, I like to pick a corner and snuggle up shoulder to shoulder with my boy, holding hands under the table, giggling and trying to flirt with him. Mostly he likes to meow and curl up like a cat, initiates fisticuffs with other gentlemen, sing (loudly) and do impressions of other people but sometimes he'll grab me, throw me down onto the sofa and voraciously kiss me (eat my face) while everyone else in the establishment pretends not to notice. Henry works on Brick Lane and I work from home in Shoreditch, so this little gem on Bethnal Green road is our perfect halfway point. You will probably find us there on weekends devouring the seafood platter and engaging the table beside us in discussion about whether or not Tom Jones is the Welsh Elvis. Avert your eyes to my favourite pub, mine and Henry's rendezvous point Well & Bucket.

August 16, 2014

East London eats: Oysters and beers in Bethnal Green.

I'm certain that most couples in employment (self or otherwise) have a post-work rendezvous point where either, being too lazy to ...

Até mais Lisboa, Olá Meco!


By our third day in Lisbon Henry and I could no longer bear the stuffiness of the city. Tired of wilting in the heat like the dregs of a London flower market at the end of a summer's Sunday, we cancelled all our plans for the day and escaped 40 kilometres south of Lisbon to the seaside town of Meco. What transpired was an epic journey; first an hour bus ride through the city of Lisbon including an elevated, breathtaking view of the city's aqueducts, then rumbling over the Tagus river on a bridge as we crossed into southern town of Sesimbra. At Sesimbra we waited for another bus to take us to the picturesque mountain town of Santana where we got lost and spent a very pleasant hour wandering through the Portuguese countryside enjoying the fresh mountain air, walking downhill and following the unmistakable scent of the sea breeze as it carried itself to us from Praia do Meco (Meco beach).
August 08, 2014

Até mais Lisboa, Olá Meco!

By our third day in Lisbon Henry and I could no longer bear the stuffiness of the city. Tired of wilting in the heat like the dregs of...

Olá Lisboa! Casa de Pasto

Back to the very protracted affair that is my Lisbon blog posts. While I did spend some of my Lisbon city break doing things of a touristy nature, most of the trip was devoted to the pursuit of gastronomical delights. What else could we do, really, the languid heat of summer makes one want to only eat, sleep, and go to the beach. And go to the beach we did, but that's a blog post for another day.  In the meanwhile Henry and I sought out Lisbon's best restaurants, from the fashionable Bica do Sapato to family-run seafood and beer taverns to two-hundred year old pastry shops. One of my favourite discoveries, and also the most creative and most visually stimulating is Casa de Pasto.  

August 06, 2014

Olá Lisboa! Casa de Pasto

Back to the very protracted affair that is my Lisbon blog posts . While I did spend some of my Lisbon city break doing things of a tourist...

FEAST

On Thursday evening FEAST food festival returned to Tobacco Dock in East London for its third edition since its highly accoladed inception in 2012. FEAST has been lauded by The Independent for 'taking the food revolution a step further' and by Hello! for being '...at the forefront of a deliciously democratic movement, bringing new concepts and flavours at affordable prices'. I have a confession to make---despite the red 'press' wristband I flaunted yesterday evening as I swanned from stall to stall, I'm no fancy-pants food critic like Homer Simpson so I shan't even pretend to be a gastronomical savant. I'll let my photos, and FEAST's blurb do the talking---
Fancy duck confit for lunch, northern Chinese street food for seconds and rainbow-tastic meringues for dessert? Or does drinking at London’s only absinthe bar, sampling alcoholic penny sweets and taxidermy tutorials sound more appealing? 
This summer, FEAST returns with an energetic, all-encompassing food experience. Wine and perfume pairing, butchery and cocktail-making masterclasses are served up alongside London’s most exciting restaurants and best-known street food vendors. 
Established in 2012, FEAST has welcomed over 30,000 food lovers and showcased more than 150 of London’s finest food purveyors. 
Learn, consume and enjoy - this edition of FEAST promises to be the biggest and best experience yet.

Food porn 'photodump' time...!

August 02, 2014

FEAST

On Thursday evening FEAST food festival returned to Tobacco Dock in East London for its third edition since its highly accoladed inceptio...

Ping Pong Summer menu and competition!

This morning I woke up with the most glorious and resounding food hangover, the sort brought on by the epic combination of one too many cocktails and a food coma comparable to melatonin before bedtime. Yesterday evening the lovely people at Ping Pong invited myself and other bloggers to sample their new summer menu, and also for a cocktail masterclass very much like the one I attended last Sunday at Power of Summer. One would think that having learnt and competed in the very same masterclass I'd have a distinct edge over the others, but no, apparently I haven't learnt anything in the way of cocktail making or even grace and decorum. Witness the elegance of my face---

August 01, 2014

Ping Pong Summer menu and competition!

This morning I woke up with the most glorious and resounding food hangover, the sort brought on by the epic combination of one too many co...

Olá Lisboa! Being a tourist in Lisbon

It's no secret that my Lisbon city break didn't exactly go the way I planned no thanks to me forgetting about one little but extremely important detail: the hot weather. It was far too hot in the day to walk around the city as we did in Rome, and no this had nothing to do with temperature it was about lack of mental preparation (I did fine in Cuba, didn't I?). Henry and I are by no means unacquainted to the sun and heat; he's travelled through African desert and I grew up in tropical Malaysia but you know the saying 'When you fail to prepare, you prepare to fail.' Perhaps 'fail' is a bit harsh in this instance, we may have missed out on visiting the Castle of St. George, Aqueduto das Águas Livres, a couple of museums and quite a few cafés, riding the iconic no.28 tram, but we did see some (and ate most) of Lisbon. Anyway, here are some of the more touristy things to do when in Lisbon, not including where to eat, that I'm saving for a different post but in the meanwhile there's my blog post about John Malkovich's fashionable riverside restaurant Bica Do Sapato.

When in Lisbon:


Walk around the city and admire the architecture, especially the balconies and the azulejo---Portugese painted tiles---adorning seemingly every building.
July 31, 2014

Olá Lisboa! Being a tourist in Lisbon

It's no secret that my Lisbon city break didn't exactly go the way I planned no thanks to me forgetting about one little but ext...