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Hi all! It's been a while since my last update....

Anyway, this is a short note to say that I will not be posting regularly here anymore. I much prefer blogspot's interface and so....

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at 1am.

I feel FAT.

I wish I could work out but I need to wait another 12hours before I get to.

And I'm missing you so badly.

It's tough, it really is.

I need to get some sleep.


For you.

I don't know why I'm writing but I do know that I've always found solace in the written word and perhaps, the intensity and volume of my unexpressed feelings have no where else to go but into the solitude and 'silence' of a word.

I wish I could be so many things and do so much more but all I could offer in the end, was just the end of something that was truly great. I reflect and wonder why I could not be that person I had hoped to be.... And I wonder why loving causes so much hurt and grief.

I've gone round in circles multitude of times within the short 24hour and things don't seem to be getting easier and I seem very much to be spiraling down into an abyss of guilt and sadness. It's not healthy and I've been told that unless I help myself up, no one can do so.

But I am ever so tempted to just sit in my spot, cry and wait for the heavens to fall on me. I seem frozen in time and trapped in a mental cage I had built crudely from guilt, sorrow and misery.

I am unquestionably childish, selfish and impossible. Self-destructive. I ought not to entertain such thoughts and rationally, I agree but my heart just refuses to do what the mind tells it to.

I find it impossible to function properly, finding myself bursting into torrents of tears and blubbering my stupid self towards meaningful, helpful, kind and understanding friends. I do believe that if it weren't for them, I would be in a much worse situation than I am now.

I've been told that things will get better, that one day, we both will see the correctness of this act and that in time, wounds will heal and the hurt will diminish.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for not being able to be the person we had both hoped I would be.

I'm sorry for the hurt I caused.

I'm sorry.

But I am ever so grateful that for a blessed 2 years, I had you, got to know you on such an emotional level that completely blew me away. We had it great... But I'm sure in time, we will have it better.

For now, I am just desolate and wanting to call you so badly.

And I'm glad I did. I finally told you the truth. And I think we're both at peace with the decision. Perhaps one day, when you and I are both ready again, we could try it all over.

Coz in many ways, we were (are) the perfect couple.

Until then, I will love you and always care for you.

Snacking in London

I was out with Jesse this Friday and Saturday for some good ol' shopping. Naturally, shopping can be quite exhausting and requires quite a bit of exertion!

Think: The amount of effort required to strip off the layers o winter clothes + the walking + lugging hangers full of clothes + shuffling through the weekend London crowd + talking + screaming + paying....

Get the drfit?

I'm sure you do. ;)

Anyway, it's PMS period for me... SO I've been really hungry of late. Before I embarked on my journey to London, I stopped by Pret A Manger for some praise-worthy food.

I had a tuna salad which went down too quickly before I remembered to take a snap shot. I did however, buy an extra sandwich and remembered to take a picture of that!


Pret is my new best friend.

Then came Saturday. Jesse woke up and the first thing that came to her mind were SCONES. She wanted scones and so we went out hunting for scones.

Scones we found indeed!

Our hotel was just a stone's throw away from Bayswater tube station and we found this tiny cafe round the corner and upon inquiring whether they had Jesse's must-have scones, we went in and had a meal.

Being a complete alien to scones, I ordered one for myself and it was as delicious as Jesse made them out to be.

In fact, I might just love them more than toast now. If only they didn't contain higher calories than toast. :S Ah well, the price of good food eh?

Breakfast warm in our tummies, we started off for Oxford Street to continue our shopping spree. It was about 3pm when a waft of sweet caramel sailed by, teased our senses and enticed our taste buds. We sniffed and followed our noses to find this man with his makeshift cart.

This is where the magic is!, I thought excitedly.

I was making a beeline towards the man in hopes of popping the jewelled candies into my mouth when Jesse sailed right by (I'm still trying to figure out how she did that) and didn't seem keen on buying. Well, OK, I thought. Less calories, slimmer waistline, I negotiatedwith myself and followed her into several stores.

The thought of delicious candied nuts had very nearly dissipated from my mind until we stepped back out onto the streets again and this time, there was NO denying them! The caramel wafted by again and within a heartbeat, we were by the vendor's cart buying a packet!


Behold! Caramel coated roasted peanuts.

Could we resist? Did we put up a fight? Can we save our waistlines from the demonic goodness of caramel coated peanuts?!

Hell no!

We succumbed. There was no question about it.

Sin in a small paper packet. I licked my fingers clean. Mmmm..........

The peanuts were roasted such that they were soft but not mushy and the caramel coating was crisp and crunchy. It was a perfect blend and it melted in the mouth. I was so tempted to buy another pack but my good senses and worry for my ever expanding waistline prevented me from doing so.

Thank gawd.

We ended up at Pret to grab a late lunch and I finished the 2nd half of my chicken sandwich from the day before while Jesse ordered a Crayfish+Noodle salad. It looked good and she looked like enjoyed every inch of it. =)

I miss Jesse already.

Halloween 2008 + London

This would be my first proper (i.e. dressed-up) Halloween since I was 11.

And boy, was it F.U.N.

Haha! I met Jesse in Oxford on Friday (31 October 2008) to check out her place and to party at a local club called Po Na Na. The initial plan was for me to go over to Oxford to check out her place, then head to London where the actual party was to begin. We realised later however, that it would be quite a rush if we followed that plan and so chose instead, to just spend the day in Oxford.

Our first stop in Oxford was this lingerie/sex-toy shop called Ann Summers, to which I am now a mad fan of. We had tried on several outfits prior to Halloween and had narrowed our choices down. In the end, we opted to be french maids.

Don't we look great?


Well, that picture was taken in Po Na Na. Before we hit the club, Jesse made us a wonderfully delicious dinner comprising of lasagna, tiramisu and 2 bottles of gorgeous white wine - my favourite: Muscato d'Asti.

Heaven in a little cup.

Mmmm. So good.

Jesse babe, you ARE the kitchen goddess I swear.

This was also the night I realised that I can drink a little. The end results were not as drastic as before. Sure, I'd turn beet red in an instant but I didn't pass out. That, ladies and gentlemen, was a massive accomplishment. =) I am very happy. At least now I won't feel like an idiot when I'm out with my friends in pubs/clubs!

Haha! Let's see... What did I have to drink that night? 2.5 glasses of white wine, a pint of cider (not bad!) and a shot of liquid cocaine. Jesse's housemate, Alice, didn't want to hit the club with us but she was up for some beer/cider at a nearby pub. The really awesome thing about this pub was that it provides boardgames! So we took Upwords. Hehehhe. Instead of the usual game however, we decided to make up words and their respective meanings.

This was the end result.


The next day, Jesse and I headed to this gorgeous cafe for brunch. We wanted to order the high tea set, but we were 30mins too early (dammit!) and so ended up ordering sandwiches and tea.

After brunch,  Jesse and I loitered around gorgeous Oxford and into a mini market. It's kinda like a scaled down version of Covent Garden in London. I had lost my favourite black shawl on my way to Oxford and so I jumped on the opportunity to buy a new scarf! I love it so much!

As we continued meandering down the market, we came across a couple of really interesting sights.

Sight #1: Ben's Cookies

Hell YEAH. Ben's Cookies all the way in friggin' Oxford! Why oh why don't they have Ben's Cookies in Bristol? Gah! Never mind. I introduced Jesse to Ben's Cookies and have now converted another unseeming individual into a fan! Whee~

Look how delighted she is!!! You can't mistake the amount of joy it brings when sinking one's teeth into one of those delectable cookies.

Yum yum.

Sadly though, the cookies were just a shade cold... But hey, they still rocked.

Ben's Cookies are love.

Sight #2: The Organic Meat Store

This was so grotesque.

Not only did it look bad, it smelt profane. Ugh. Yea, you got that right folks, those are dead animals' carcasses.

And just when I thought I had seen it all....

What a lovely sight. Thank gawd we had already eaten our fill. *shudder*

Sight #3: The freshest fruits & veggies ever!

I love to shop for fresh produce.

In fact, I think I might like it more than shopping.... Well, technically speaking, it still is shopping... Just of another nature. Hahaha.

Anyway, these products were so fresh and lovely, they were literally screaming out to me "Buy me! Buy me! Buy me!" I was so tempted but the thought of me lugging it through London back to Bristol was such a turn-off, I resisted the urge and settled for some unflattering pictures of them.

Jesse sent me off on the Oxford Tube - a bus that transits between Oxford and London where I was to meet Woon and Nick for dinner. Unfortunately, Woon was off at a debate competition at Imperial College and given the fact that it was raining cats and dogs, I decided to chill out at Nick's apartment at Kensington before we went to a French restaurant aptly titled "The Little French Restaurant" for a 3-course meal that cost us 9.95quid. Not bad we thought.... Until we saw the final bill and realised we had forgotten to read the fine print.


Nevertheless, it was a decent meal and the food was cooked relatively well. Btw, Nick's a chef in training and so it was really cool hearing how culinary school's going for him in London.

I even got to try his 'homework'! I don't know the accurate terminology, but it's a pear tart.

It was every inch as delicious as it looks. Nick - I want more!!! Maybe some hot food some time! *bambi eyes*

Anyway, back to our lil' french dinner....


Woon joined us at about 9pm and after he had his sinful dinner at Nando's, we headed out to a club called "Funky Buddha" for a night of fun and great (?) dancing. (Yeah, Woon still can't dance after all this while. But it was amusing to watch. Nick fared better though) There, I decided to certify my sudden improvement in drinking skills and had a tequila shot straight up after a Pineapple Malibu.

Nick, me, Woon

Surrounded by 2 hunks.

Not bad Cal.

The next day, I was treated to a disgustingly satisfying meal of FAT roast duck at this Chinese restaurant, Golden Mile, at Bayswter.

For those of you who've heard of Four Seasons and think it's all that... Well, here's a shocker for you. The chef who made Four Seasons famous for its roast duck is now working at Golden Mile. So yep. Four Seasons ain't the shit no more. Head over to Golden Mile for the real deal. It's along the same street, a couple of doors down from Four Seasons.

Having tried the ducks at both restaurants, I can safely vouch for the quality at Golden Mile. Go have it. You won't regret it.

You'd think my gastronomical quest would end in brilliant London style with some good ol' Fish & Chips and/or salt & vinegar chips yeah? Think again. Woon woke up one day and had a massive craving for a double cheeseburger. Lol. So we ended up heading out in search of a MacDonald's where we got:-

Yep. You see 3 burgers coz 2 belonged to Woon; namely the McChicken and the Double Cheeseburger. I got myself the fillet o'fish... A first ever for quite a while! And it was sooooooooo good!!!

Let's just say we didn't utter a word until he finished his cheeseburger. *laughs*

Ah, I miss MacDonald's.


I had the weirdest experience of meeting my 1st love and childhood sweetheart for the 1st time in 5 years since he ruthlessly rejected me after 6 years of complete adulation for him.

Let's just say that meetings like these messes with your head. Although it simultaneously lends itself to highlighting certain aspects of you and your life.

I would be lying if I said that there wasn't a tinge of bittersweet-ness and heartache upon seeing him again, but at the same time, I am now also mature enough to realise that all these flummoxed feelings are merely residues of my past and all the "what-ifs" that accompany it.

What if we had the chance to be a couple?

What if he weren't so stupidly arrogant before?

What if I had taken more risks and confessed earlier?

What if, what if, what if.

Funny, that's how most of our conversations went. What if...

All speculations and frankly speaking, they're 5 years too late. It took me 5 years but I've found someone I love more and I've moved on. Undeniably, it has been a really rough journey to healing my broken heart and well, the scars are still there but it's sealed and somehow, I can look upon him as nothing more than my childhood sweetheart ; an old flame that was never meant to be and the ex-object my adoration that may have been, for the most part, a figment of my whimsical imagination.

I guess I was a silly little girl.

A romantic silly little girl.

*laughs* I think I'm still a little girl at heart, though less silliness and with a whole lot more love to give. Still a romantic... I think always a romantic.

I'm sure some of you might be shocked to learn that, given my tough cookie exterior. =)

Anyway, no matter the past, I am now (happily) Noel's silly romantic little girl. Hehe! (Right baby?)

So for the first time since I broke off all contact with that old flame, I can finally look upon him without a clouded mind and a confused heart.

It's an awesome revelation!

This meeting has also further cemented my belief that Noel is just perfect for me and that I am ever so so so lucky to have him. Not to mention that it has also reminded me of how much I miss him and intensified my desire to go back to HK asap.


December's just round the corner. All I need is patience and a LOT of schoolwork to help get me there fast.

December, December, December....

You unoriginal THIEF!

It's times like these where I (kinda) hate the internet.

Let me first say that yes, I admit, the entire purpose of my fashion blog, apart from cataloging my day-to-day fashion sense and maybe, just maybe, providing some form of inspiration for others, I do not appreciate having my style, poses and WORDS stolen off the blog without crediting me!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am the victim of plagiarism. BLATANT plagiarism.

Just check this out: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33277727&id=13805124

I'll append a screenshot I captured upon seeing this so that in the event this girl decides to remove the pics, I still have proof of her thievery.

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She posted this just yesterday (i.e. 18 October 2008) on her Facebook photo album and now let me direct you to one of my previous blog posts I wrote 2 months back:-


Is it mere coincidence or an utter blatant case of plagiarism?

Note how the clothes are the same, the styling is the same (if you look at her other pictures, you will notice that she (1) doesn't do funk/hiphop/grunge, & (2) doesn't put her hair up) and the worst bit of it all?


Her rampage on how awesome this jumper is echoes my blog post word for word. I wouldn't have minded as much, and would've even taken it as a compliment, if she just wore the same clothes and styled herself the same way and took her shots the same way. But stealing my words? That's just plain ridiculous.

Think I'm fooling you? Just click on the links.

Hers: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33277727&id=13805124

Mine: http://fash-hag.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-cool-its-hot.html

You be the judge.

Lucky Dessert


*takes a deep breath*


Oh gosh, what I absolutely love about our place in HK is that this magnificent dessert place is literally a stone's throw away from our house. We've been here a total of 3 times and 2 of the 3 times, I left my camera at home.

BUT! The good news is that I didn't last night! So there! Even though I won't get to show you all the desserts Noel & I have sampled at this lovely lovely restaurant, behold the following mouth-watering pictures!

Glutinous Mango roll

Ooooo Yeah baby. This is every bit as yummy as it looks. The mochi is soft and light, while the coconut flakes add a sharp, tangy crispiness to the glutinous skin and is a delectable complement to the sweet, fresh and firm mango slices wrapped solidly within. This is served cold and is one of my favourite desserts of all time!

Just check out the insides of this dessert. Omg.

You have to be a saint to not desire this dessert after seeing this!

Durian crepe

Okay. I hate durian and this was ordered by our friends but Noel & I sampled the mango version of this dessert prior. Was it as good as the glutinous mango roll above? Sadly, no. However, it's stil worth a try as you very seldom will find something as unique and delicious as this anywhere else. This comes in 3 different fillings:- durian, mango and banana.

According to reviews, the durian version is by far the best - that is IF you are durian lovers. Otherwise, Noel and I suggest sticking to the banana one.

Triple K's

1) K is for KTV!

For the 1st time in my life, I sang during a KTV session.

I know, prepare for a huge boulder to drop on my head, squash me flat and prevent me from ever wrecking havoc on the serenity of the world.

Friends who've known me for a long time also know me for been a terrible singer.

This KTV night was no different (sadly. You'd think with age, I'd improve).


Just to PROVE that I did try to sing....

If I remember correctly, the song we 3 girls were singing was Kylie Minogue's "Can't Get You Out Of My Head"

I think after anyone has heard me sing, they'd probably feel the same.... In a bad sense. =P

2) K is for Korean Food!

Nevertheless, Noel and I continued our gastronomical quest for good food in Hong Kong. This time, we opted for Korean Food. The restaurant is located in the basement of the Bank of America building and was titled "Secret Garden".

Quite apt considering the location.

Ok, so on to the pictures!

The starters (always served before a Korean meal)

Noel ordered a spicy tofu soup (yummy, but it had clams so I had to abstain)

What I ordered: Spicy Braised Cod Fish

These dishes were heavenly. I kid you not. What I especially loved in the cod fish dish was the radish. It was soft and tender (but not overcooked) and wonderfully tasty. The radish slices had soaked up the flavours of the sauce and each bite was just pure perfection. The cod achieved the same results too, so that was the highlight of the night.

3) K is for Overkill

One night, when Noel and I decided to head to MacDonald's for some dessert after dinner, we saw a poster advertising what they call the "Double Sundae". Essentially, it's your normal MacDonald's sundae but with 2 layers of sauce (i.e. one in the center and the other on top).

Since I saw that picture, I've been DYING to have some. Unfortuantely, these double sundaes are only sold after 9pm and so I had to wait to get my hands on.....

Mine's the one on the right.... Chocolatey goodness!

After that long wait and the hyped up tension and expectations I had of this glorious sundae fell flat on me. It was an overkill...

Too much of  good thing is bad... And this wasn't BAD.... But it wasn't great either. My advice? Stick to your normal sundae.

Fitness First Hong Kong

Fitness First (Hong Kong) is an absolute disgrace.

Not only are the gyms inaccessible, the floor space and the equipment provided should be considered an embarrassment.

If the CEO of Fitness First (Hong Kong) is reading this: Your gym SUCKS majorly.

In fact, I can go as far as to say that Fitness First (Hong Kong) is the WORST of the gyms available here. And mind you, the membership ain't cheap at all. For the price you're paying, you're better off at a cheaper gym with better equipment, better service and better SIZE.

I have never come across an INTERNATIONAL gym with a floor space that is less than a hotel room. It's fucked up majorly. There's no space for you to exercise, the equipment is so limited you could vomit at the sight of it.

And it leads to wonder how anyone or any company, for the matter, can lift its head high, market the membership at a premium and tell its clients that it's all worth it?

Pure BS.

The most disgraceful gym outlet in Hong Kong has to be the Fitness First Platinum outlets. Grossly ill-equipped and profanely small.

I wonder, have you, Fitness First (Hong Kong), compared yourselves to other gyms like Seasons or even California Fitness?

You should be ashamed.

I have been chased out of the Excelsior Hotel outlet twice now. And as you can tell, I'm fuming mad. Why should I be paying for a club that rejects me?

It's fucking insane.