Monthly Archives: March 2011

unemployment’s working for me

what have i been up to? not having a job. heheh.

peanutcrumble with peaches and blueberry yoghurt

strawberries with milk and white choc

blueberry cupcakes



strawberry cheesecake.

bought a $98 ezra fitch skirt at a TAB flea@orchard hotel for $10. it is so pretty but i’m too big for it. i’ll prob sell it or continue looking at its prettyness.


bought this top/dress for $6.50. pretty as hell.

and these lovely earings for 50c.

 if i could live in any other place in Singapore i would love to live in bukit timah/holland V.

the salvation army, railmall’s organic stores, spas and massive cold storage are just awesome. and holland V has that urban feel, yet in the heartlands.



oh how sad.


my food issues

when i was younger i wasted a lot of food. I had a small appetite and was a picky eater. NO chili, beansprouts, veg that hasnt been boiled in soup for hours till it becomes totally cui.  And i had to have a equal amount of meat/sauce to match my rice. i used to take 10 mins to nibble on a spoonful of rice. my dad used to say he would pay anyone $1000 to make me eat better. everytime my mum told me not to waste food because there were people who were starving elsewhere in poorer parts of the world i always shoved the plate away and told her to send the plate of food to them if she cared so much about them.

i was a terrible child.

but anyway, with puberty came extra helpings and late night suppers. And somewhere along the road i started cooking and really appreciating food. its such a bliss to enjoy food, honestly.

and i know its a terrible thing to gloat about but i’m super thankful to have an effective metabolic system because no matter how much or what i eat, and how minimal my exercise routine (if any at all), i’ve never been fat. sure i used to have an ass but now its gone and i dont know where it went.

there was once in secondary 2 i was just recovering from an illness. but it was a bad time to cos i was pretty stressed being involved in a debte competition, having to take the place of a senior. my teacher asked if i was anorexic cos i didn’t look well and she had this impression i never ate. (now that i think back it was prob because i once rejected a granola bar she offered to me) she wanted me to write a food journal, which i thought was hilarious. but it was odd, because in my mind i was thinking this is ridiculous i eat all the time and of totally normal proprtions anorexia is totally not an issue for me its not even close, please. but emotionally, it was just so conflicting. i felt personally attacked and till this day i cant explain why but it just left me crying like crazy. i wasnt having family probelms or anything or haha low self esteem, but it just poured man. and for a long time after that i would, not all the time, but now and then at the back of my mind, wonder if i am, even though its not true. there were times when i brushed my tongue with my toothbrush too far in and nearly vomitted i wondered what it would be like to have bulimia.

sure i’ve wanted to be thinner before but it wasnt because i had confidence issues. its because i’m a totally normal girl living in a world that glorifies stick figures.

anyway 2 days ago i swam 20 laps and engulfed a bigmac meal afterwards.

i think i’ll be fine.

working backwards to midfebruary.

the holidays have been AWESOME

I made fabulous pizza with fontaine. i didn’t think it would be so easy to make. pizzahut’s a slut!

it has tomato paste, chopped asparagus, onions, mushrooms, pineapple, ham, tomato slices and mozarella (input italian accent)

its not bad lighting, its glowing.


watched awesome shows.


 got my first manicure at PRINCESSMANICURE. my nails look so fake, love em’.


broughtCHANNIE out to sentosa. I’m gonna try to bring her outmore often so she’ll speak more engrish.

she’s so naughty. i wanna pinch her.


thursday was our last paper and we had a well deserved BBQ to mark the start of the holidays and the end of our first year together.i think i’m really gonna miss the class. i didn’t think i would at first, but ive begun to really love my class. everyone’s so different (Not just chinese girls with long hair like me). i hope my new class rocks.


my sis was around for a month and it was, of course, worth celebrating.

main course: coconut curry prawns with shitake mushrooms

blueberry ricotta parfait for dessert.

 homemade steamboat


and finally, valentine’s.

i baked orange cheesecake for everyone! it was so boomz.




culture loss in singapore

I am super bored and my body refuses to study isnt that terrible!

I had to write a short 500 word essay for this pre-U seminar a while back. At that time I had my brand design presentation coming up, exams around the corner but i just dropped everything to write. I miss writing stuff! the topic was about culture loss.

I think Singapore has changed irreversibly because Our culture is now designed to mirror the world’s globalised image. thats what defines us. Isn’t that sad? It’s like we’ve lost our soul. I tried to make the essay sound more hopeful though hahas.

Remembering our roots: In the globalised era, it is imperative for Singaporeans to remind themselves of the country’s heritage and the historical forces that shape our lives today. History must be seen as relevant to young Singaporeans so that they level develop a sense of the past and a sense of belonging and collectiveness that link them to Singapore and inspire them to put forth their best for their country.

It is undeniable that Singapore has thrived under globalization. However, our success was no miracle. It was a cumulative result of historically defining moments like our separation from Malaya on the 9th of August 1965, the blood and sweat of young men who laid down their lives to defend Singapore during the Japanese occupation, the countless man hours put in by our predecessors who worked laboriously to pave roads and build bridges in the early 20th century when they first arrived here looking for a livelihood and the women who, though were unappreciated and never given a chance at education, spent every waking moment taking care of their husbands and children, religiously up keeping their culture and tradition to the highest standards . It was them who lived and breathed the Singapore spirit; to work hard, to sacrifice and to hope.

But half a century later, where has that spirit gone?

Indeed, Singapore has excelled in several areas, not just in education and housing but also transportation, finance and tourism. We are notably one of Asia’s wealthiest countries and a strong competitor in the globalised market among other trading giants like USA, Tokyo, Germany and Hong Kong.  Yet, like anything else, this economic prosperity has been achieved at the expense of our national identity.

According to a recent survey, more than 95 per cent of youth here say they are proud to be Singaporean. However, the truth behind this finding is greatly compromised by the palpable reality that most youths are not interested in Singapore’s affairs, many cannot speak their native dialect proficiently and majority of them are embarrassed to sing our country’s national anthem above 40 decibels.

We may be successful now and continue to be for the next 50 years. But in time to come, if Singaporeans no longer feel a sense of belonging, we would have failed as a nation no matter how high our GDP rates compare or what global standing we attain.

Singapore needs to rediscover herself and go back to her roots. Though we may never again see little children playing hopscotch with banana skin, be able to pass down every authentic Nasi Lemak recipe there is or teach the next generation beloved national songs and native dialects in their entirety, we still ought to know the story behind the success we relish in everyday. We should actively strengthen our cultural atmosphere and educate young Singaporeans of the historical influences interwoven with the fabric of who we are as a nation, a people and a home today. Singapore in itself is a testament to the astounding contributions and unyielding spirit of our forefathers and for that reason I believe that Singapore has and always will be home for us, because we would not be who we were, if not for the people that shaped what Singapore has become.