Tuesday, July 22, 2014

nononononono


PRY. THIS. GREEN. EYED. MONSTER. OFF. ME.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

type t

Here lies a quick post to remember my not-so-quick trip to Taiwan by.

In May, I went back to Taipei. We all know how I feel about Taipei so I shall not expound further (because I have talked about it ad nauseum so many times [one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.]) It is embarrassing but I will not be embarrassed - I wear my obsession love loud, proud, and in stamps on my passport. 

It was meant to be an eat/ pray/ love/ we’re a million lonely people sort of trip, in many ways more than one. Didn’t quite pan out the way I expected but the eating, as ush, was a staple in my itinerary.  In 10 days, I took less than 20 photos so this post will be 0% comprehensive, jsyk. Let’s do dis.

I had many a meal alone:


Like, only person on the patio, alone. (in the rain)


And some meals, less alone (。⌒∇⌒)。

hi girls! @ NCIS sushi
mayo laden american style sushi - yes please.

Finally got to try Hutong 胡同 after V’s rave review and it gets an emphatic four thumbs up from us. We ate double our weight in beef and boy, was it was the sweetest suffering. The service was impeccable and systematic, even though it seemed like there were about 80 people behind the tiny counter at all times. 80 very busy, very alert people. You barely had to glance at your plate and a perfectly grilled piece of meat would find its way to your dish. That might also be why we ordered way too much. Good on you, HT.

胡同
mmmmmmeeeaaaaaattttttt~

Also finally got to try Diary. After 2 years! Every time I’ve tried to make a reservation in the past 2 years, I’ve failed because they’ve always been that booked up. Thanks to a last minute cancellation, we managed to snag a spot and it really was lovely. I would go again more for the drinks than the food because they were potent and dangerously delicious to boot. 4 boozy woozy thumbs up.

hi coley companion~




diarystagram


We spent plenty of time getting up close and personal with TPE and her torrential rain but that did not dampen my love one, tiny, bit. See you soon (like, real soon, like, again), my best and brightest. 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

svc, prg, cz.


hello.

be home before you know it, sg.

Friday, July 4, 2014

only lovers left alive

#pinkdotsg | 2014

Many moons ago, we had to debate the topic in school - 'Are Singaporeans apathetic?' Our team was assigned to argue the affirmative and we spent hours upon hours doing research, arguing among ourselves and preparing our statements. 

Last weekend proved 16 year old me wrong and showed that one way or another, many, many Singaporeans are not apathetic.

Pink Dot 2014 was a blast. It was my very first Pink Dot (for shame!) and I went in (pink), arms full with snacks, picnic mats and some of my best friends, not quite knowing what to expect. Well, the atmosphere was electric. Everyone was positively beaming. Heard no complaints, saw no grumpy folk. Not even one! Not even with the unrelenting heat and occasional snaking line! It was that kind of event, you feelz? Honestly, it felt more like a gathering of close friends of y'know, thousands. Thousands of like minded folks that truly wanted to be there and wanted to be happy there with their spouses/ friends/ kids/ pets/ people/ snacks/ pink paraphernalia. fwiw, it was totally free of all negativity and animosity so take that, you wearwhite crazies.
  

pink me, pink me!


throwing back blanc in the mid-day heat
(i will admit to having taiwanese lychee beer instead.) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

There are issues that i am willing to discuss, viewpoints I'm willing to consider, standpoints I may concede. But I will always, always, always stand firm on the freedom to love. 'Freedom to love' sounds like such a pansy, politically correct way to say GAY RIGHTS, Y'ALL. But they're not gay rights, they're just rights. Not gay marriage, just, marriage. I will never understand why people have problems with consenting adults making their own decisions on who they want to date or sleep with or spend the rest of their lives with - especially when you don't get to choose who you fall in love with or who you're attracted to. It's Just? So? Preposterous?! That people would have vehement objections to people loving each other?! I have so very many Thoughts and Feelings on this, most of which wither me to a crying mess so I won't carry on but suffice it to say that it is something I hold very, very close to my heart.

I hope that in my lifetime, I will see change. Acceptance. That the next generation will not have to fear the same fears and toe the same lines and make the same choices that so many have been forced to make.



waving the pink flag balloon with pride!
no room for negativity here 

BTW, we celebrated the giant turnout with a night filled with jägerbombs and speed matchmaking. "she likes poodles". "she likes poodles too!!!!! it's perfect!!!!" The best part? Concluding the festivities with the hottest pot in town. Our light, our saviour - Haidilao. 

!!! 3am super supper !!!
haidilao, we love you so much.

Everyone who knows me knows I'm patriotic to a ridiculous extent. I love my little red dot to pieces, but really, it's quite wonderful when it's dyed pink.

 proud to be one pink light in a sea of 26,000 

Thursday, July 3, 2014

at home in the clouds


social lubricant + impaired judgement = (fuzzy  mind)you

Monday, June 30, 2014

believe in disbelief


 
and it just doesn't make sense anymore. 

at its best, religion is inspiring, encouraging and endlessly beautiful. at its worst, it's mean-spirited, bigoted and downright cruel. can we all just decide to be decent? let's? 

Thursday, June 26, 2014

like oh

{the monthly edit: june 2014} 

Last week, the prettiest display of cloudlings made an appearance on my way home from work. Singapore can be so very splendid sometimes. 

cloudlets floatin' on through

Finally tried the local outpost of wingstop over the weekend! Review: the food was not worth the drive and dare I say my taste-buds have matured since college where I would dutifully trek to the wingstop near my apartment every other day and eat my shame in the form of hot wings and fries? 

It's more likely that they haven't quite finessed the recipes here so there's that. The wings (we had original and lemon pepper) were salted mercilessly but the fries were actually pretty good! Fried and fluffy. I'm not sure if I would journey to the east again just for the fries though but new malls always excite me a stupid amount so I'm glad I got to explore a new one anyway. I am really a Mall Magpie like OOH WHAT'S THIS STORE no wait there's THIS?!?!? i love EVERYTHING why is there SO MUCH FOOD HERE there is a seoul mart! and a HOME FIX oh my GOD!!!

I should be restrained.

wingstop.
no, you stop.

We've been quite taken with a particular game lately and because we're grown-ass adults, we've started playing it in public.

PALM PUSH GAME!!

There even was an impromptu palm push-off outside zouk this past Saturday night because we're Adults and that's what we do, right? I completely, totally recommend it though. Guaranteed icebreaker but also a surefire way to rile up the competitive spirit you never knew you had. 

palm push wars: everywhere is a battlefield 

WHO AM I AND WHAT HAVE I DONE WITH MYSELF. Am I wearing. Sneakers!?!?!? (!!!!?????!)

(yes, you are. stop talking to yourself.)
(i'll stop when you stop)

On a somewhat related note, it should surprise no one that my style icon is a 23 year old doe-eyed boy. MK, Ash, Nicole and Olivia yes, yes, yes and yes but to me, they ain't got nothin' on Kim Jinwoo.

in the same breath, he is kim jinwoo, lost boy/ kim jinwoo, fashion icon. 
Therefore, I did a thing.

i really tried.


I'm off to give myself long, extended pats on the back for actually, finally, posting more than once a month on my oft-neglected blog. How will I ever remember anything when I'm old(er) and grey(er) if I don't blog? I look forward to peppering this space with more inane goings-on from 2014 for future va.

Let's do dis. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

don't pine, just be.

weeknight thoughts.

don't let your mind run amok. don't squander your mental space with jade visions and jaded views. no. no. no.

be better.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

i stared up at the sun (and it wasn't fun)

It's June, and not one substantial post on this dusty space detailing 2014 thus far. I should be ashamed. (I am.)

Mid-year review, cliff-notes version:
  • Peaceful nothingness is very underrated. Normalcy is divine.
  • I should whine less about my teacup storms/ teapot tempests in the face of you know, real problems.
  • Also, said teacup storms/ teapot tempests are great. Weather too hot vs office too cold? Eyes getting sore from using the computer too much? Bruising my forehead from dropping my phone on it while browsing instagram in bed? Restaurant running out of my fave tofu cheesecake? THESE ARE NOT REAL PROBLEMS. THESE ARE GREAT!!! 
  • As ush, comparison is the thief of happiness. Don't go grabbin' my joy, compadre comparison.


Moving along.

Oh right. I turned 27.



this is how i feel about turning 27. I POKE YOUUUU, 27.
(maturity level also 27 out of 10000)

candles, and all that jazz. it's getting increasingly laborious to blow out so many candles.

It would be very remiss of me not to add that I ingested a ton of chocolate cake. Namely Matt's and Lana so thank you cocoa gods, thank you. (and of course my bffs + bf who bought said cakes. You guys bomb too, yo.)



Carrying on with the Cake theme, Huis and I had cake after a full brunch one Sunday because cake.

we really like cake.


allie gets us. 

More snippets from 2014:

home made popsicles and selfies in dim lighting 
(popsicles: yakult + sprite + strawberies. 
selfie: zouk +  sour plum shots + a bunch of mid 20 something adults that refuse to relinquish their youth without a fight.)

 
#officeoutfit #workwear #cubicleclothes #YOUGETITRIGHT

Afternoon chats over cheese and tea, because we're posh. (Except we're not, and said cheese and tea were from the grocery store and punctuated with bites of limey dorito chips.) 


ft. us and the stairway to heaven +  my friend, the laptopface

You know how hipster/ pretentious places are very, well, hipster/ pretentious, often substandard and almost  always populated by people who think they are Better Than You and Cooler Than You? Well, I love most of those places. I am not ashamed to say that I am not cool at all but I often like to pretend I am and ogle and coo at concrete floors and brick walls and clipboard menus and cute typography.

ANYWAY. Jekyll and Hyde was as terrific as it was hipster/ pretentious, which is to say, very

infinitely instagrammable, amirite.

The drinks were incredible (as well as incredibly expensive) and were served in the most adorable china.The price ended up being only a tiny deterrent from ordering too too many because they were delicious and R U READY to see the bar snacks they served?

Because my stomach wasn't ready. It was not ready to handle a metric ton of these:


BEST. BAR SNACKS. EVER.
(served in fancy wooden bowls, natch. we had to order plenty of drinks to wash these down.)

my baes at jekyll/hyde. (ft. cole who is taking this picture) 

You've made it this far - you deserve a picture of my niece and nephew being painfully precious.


sno-cones i think you mean s-YES cones!



And there you have it, a minimally comprehensive round up of my 2014 so far. For the sake of posterity, I certainly hope the next post is posted before I turn 40, give or take.

Friday, June 6, 2014

leomg

talk with your hips, baby.