Instafaves IV

It seems I have yet to tire of this little installment of instafavourites, so let’s look at this week’s round up of lovelies from around the instaverse that you should follow follow. Trust me, you’ll be doing yourself a favour, and after you’ve followed these folks, feel free to give yourself a pat on the back.  Read more…



Saturday nights & dinner parties done right :)

The fact that I’d rather spend Saturday nights in [someone else’s home] is probably a sign of age – but I honestly can’t think of a better way to while away an entire evening than being wined and dined in the comfy confines of a friend’s fabulous place.

I’ve got that song by the Beach Boys playing a loop in my head — wouldn’t it be nice — it really would be to live out on my own and have a place to call my home.

Critical is sexy. Daniel Coffeen? Sexier.

So Ryan O’Connell used to reign in my heart as my favourite contributor to the online repository of greatness that is Thought Catalog. Well, move on over Ryan, cos there’s a new love in town. Read more…

Needy me

In response to my rather whiny tweet about how I’ll never be a writer as no one actually wants to read my posts — I received a flood of affirmation and for a lack of a better way to describe it, 加油!from friends and readers :) Among them was the loveliest note from J about the external vs. internal personas, and how those who know me personally would rather read my thoughts than look at pictures, as the life that’s lived is simply a manifestation of who I am inside.

Doesn’t that just make you want to sing the Mulan song?

Cheesy but true, she says. It’s always nice to know that the folks you love, respect and admire in real life don’t think that this wee blog here is a waste of time. Happy Friday friends :)

Chicken rice


Of late, my weekday roster’s been filled with outings with all my different groups of girl friends. Last week’s Marni event with D&D had us on a champagne high and later, lounging at the four seasons chomping on edamame and sliders; on Monday it was skewers and long sake-fueled conversations with J&C about how our schools fail to do the bare essential for kids outside the cushy confines of our elite institutions (we were so fortunate, and we hadn’t a clue); and last night we got together for a wee birthday do at ODP, filled with light hearted banter and the alphabet game. It made me realise, girl friends really don’t get enough gratitude these days. You get older, you fall in love, you build a career, you get married, you have children… In all the so-called big things in life, girl friends are rarely acknowledged, and they’re certainly not front and center.  Read more…

Making and creating

Just the other day, a friend sent along an email (yes, I get emails from friends fairly often and freakishly often enjoy what is sent – I take it that my friends know me very, very well) with an article about how to make each day better through the simple act of being grateful. So today, I shall tell you something that might seem a little shocking (especially for those of you who know what I do) – I am very, very grateful that my job lets me make and create things.

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5 love languages


Sometimes, it’s the really simple things that keep me going – like your beloved and best friends trooping out to where you are to meet for lunch. Hurrah! The first lunch I’ve had with friends in months, over relatively decent mexican food and just a wee drink (or two). Really, it’s the little things :)

Which reminded me of this test I took a while ago that informed me that the way I most like to receive love is through quality time (funny right, you’d have thought it was PRESENTS! which is one of the other 5 love languages) It’s based on a book written by someone with the really generic-sounding name of Gary Chapman (it’s like his parents knew he’d grow up to be a writer and so gave him a name that would look good printed on a best seller), and though I’ve never read it I think the basic premise rings true –

we each have our own unique way of expressing love for others, and we in turn have a particular way in which we prefer to receive it.

Maybe this is what chemistry really is – meeting, and hitting it off, with that particular someone who instinctively gives you exactly what you need. Or maybe it’s an action that we learn over time through repeated use. Either way, it made me stop, pause, think and be thankful for the fact that my nearest and dearest do seem to get me completely, regardless of whether it’s instinctive or carefully cultivated.

Whether you buy into it or not, it’s worth a try to figure out what your love-style is like (and I mean this in the cleanest, most PG way possible).