In the words of the right and honourable champagne papi, "man, what a time to be alive."
We were on a mission to find a new pair of sunglasses, and these were just raito!
Beauty is a Wound a gripping story that contains a dark-humoured critique on Indonesia's history. It's a novel about sex (only sometimes consensual) and violence (very often fatal), and all I can say is: brace yourself.
This month I decided to take it local and highlight three of my favourite Singaporean 'grammers.
She's a musical genius from Norway who has been creating music since she was six, and I just really want to be her best friend.
College applications are coming up, and sometimes you need to let yourself be a little silly.
Yep. Marc Jacob used dreadlocks. Do you even have the energy to get upset anymore? I certainly don't.
This is my selection of clothes from Rosie Assoulin's Resort 17 collection (as seen on Moda Operandi) that I would put in my dream wardrobe!
It was the type of summer that you kick yourself after for not remembering to take enough photos.
Why do so few local men want to date foreign girls? Is it intimidation, or is it more than that? Culture? Race? As promised in an article from long ago, I am finally elaborating upon why that local guy is probably just not that into you.
With my expert opinion, garnered by at least ten first dates, first-hand interviews and extensive social media stalking, I will attempt to give an introductory understanding as to why dating in Singapore is such an awful mess.
I had a deeply personal conversation with a stranger, then got covered in paint.
Went camping for the first time in ages! Except this time it was in Thailand, I looked super fashionable, and there was a huge camera crew getting the whole thing. Had no time to roast some s'mores but had loads of pad thai instead!
Living in Singapore has been difficult, and more so because when prejudice is not outright and overt, it is ignored and never addressed. Your feelings are invalidated by even the most well-meaning people. But I can tell you what prejudice in Singapore feels like.
This month I decided to take it local and highlight three of my favourite Singaporean 'grammers.
This is my selection of clothes from Rosie Assoulin's Resort 17 collection (as seen on Moda Operandi) that I would put in my dream wardrobe!
In the words of the right and honourable champagne papi, "man, what a time to be alive."
Not only are you chilling in an infinity pool, on a rooftop with a great view of one of the world's most dynamic cities, but you're partying with models and stock brokers and café owners, and every second guy you meet is 'working in shipping,' whatever that means.
I was initially determined to have a cocktail from every bar on the list. Then I counted them. There are 60 bars. Trying to accomplish all of them would require a terrifying amount of day-drinking, something I'm not remotely old or bitter enough to do.
Short of launching into a nit-picky diatribe as to why this club is not nearly as classy as it has the potential to be, I will simply say that I will probably not be returning to the Alibi very often. However, I'm sure over time it will gain a loyal patronage of people not nearly as obnoxious and sober as I was.
I was recently asked what it's like balancing a blog, university, freelance web design and the beginnings of an acting career. Is it fun? Absolutely. Do I sleep? Absolutely not.