Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Of Crystal Clear Skin with Ido’s Clinic Skin Laser Aesthetics

I must admit that I was a greenhorn when it comes to skincare. Although I was made aware by profuse nagging that the skin could determine my fortune of attracting my other half, I remained negligent. I have never participated in any skincare other than selecting products off the shelves and pinching facials. This welcomed permanent scars on the skin.
Dr Ido's Clinic at Setiawalk Puchong

Friday, May 22, 2015

Breakfast at Yut Kee Kopitiam

My family and I are fans of breakfasts and brunches. That Sunday before he was leaving back overseas for work, I decided that a visit to the Old Lady of Kuala Lumpur would be a good wrap-up for the weekend. Yut Kee Kopitiam in Chow Kit has earned herself the majestic title by being around since 1928. The number of check-ins from my friends at Yut Kee in FB concurs that this eatery remains the choice of many till today.
We were greeted by a red building. The queue is madness, like the t-shirt suggests

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Sorella Lingerie Private Workshop, Tropicana City Mall

It gives you support when you need it. It protects you during rain and shine. It boosts you up when you are down. Sounds like a best friend doesn’t it? How many women consider the bra as best friend after so much it has done for us? Do you know how to pick your best friend in the first place?

The bra is women's best friend

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Pulau Ubin, Singapore

I didn’t know my skin could talk until I heard it screaming at me one day. After a week being ultra-urbanized in Singapore, I must have bathed my hide thoroughly with carbon dioxide, monoxide and matters of such. Seabreeze, it demanded. After hearing its plea, my boyfriend brought a map of Pulau Ubin back from work. I clapped excitedly like a teenager receiving a creditcard. And, off we went to Pulau Ubin that Saturday.

Pulau Ubin means granite island in Malay, situated at the north east of Singapore

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

To Ma, With Love

This Mother's Day, I dedicate this article To Ma, With Love

I have never taken a school bus before. I remember envying my neighbours boarding that bright yellow tank which had ‘BAS SEKOLAH’ boldly spelled in black on it. As they chugged their way to school, I threw my bags into my mother’s car and unwillingly buckled my seatbelt. The driver always wondered why this child was so unhappy to go to school in an air-conditioned Nissan.

Being a kid, I never understood why my mother did not work. I did not seem to like the idea of my mother not arriving in a suit on my report card day or not having my mother’s office to talk about. When most of my friends were sweltering in bas sekolahs from school, I arrived home half an hour earlier than my friends, washed and fed with steaming home-cooked food. But still, I longed to be home alone with a maid or eat catered food just because I wanted to be like my other friends. This is an example of my utter imbecility. In retrospect, if I had a kid like yours truely, I would have already given her up for adoption!