desire in depravity.

i whispered your name, as the sounds fall gently off my lips.
my palms are outstretched, as if awaiting,
a tender caress, to once again, warm the skin.
i stood still, not a single tear; for the agony superseded,
like a plague, incarcerate.
Ubiquitous, your presence, it haunts and yet delight.
I prayed for an end, like a waking dream
And yet, fate has us entwined.
Never had I, a desire so abysmal
it crept beneath my soul, marring every cell.
My broken mind, has blurred your face
for it too, could not deal with the torment.
a lasting remembrance, of you standing next to me,
the form of your shadow, it danced within my memory.
I reminisce, your fingers interlacing mine
i need to leave you behind.

You, a desire in depravity, my nocturnal obsession.

It’s ok to be ok.

I know, its a tribute to possibly one of my most favorite Korean Drama of all time; It’s ok not to be ok

But today I am writing to tell myself (and quite possibly anyone reading who needs this rn) that, it’s ok to be ok. Like, average. Like, feeling useless and feeling like you have wasted your time and you know even if God gave you another 20 years to your lifespan you are never gonna become the next NFT millionaire.

The turning point of my life, it’s here.

Within the deep, somber crevice of a heart, fear crept up like unfurling pythons, wrestling with my sanity. I have seen so many people, some who walk in the shadow of others’ glory, for they are constantly making comparisons. Some are always posting photos of their new sports car and million dollar achievement on social media, Some are posting Memes. (Like me.) Some are still doing revenge cheating on their partners. Some just bought HDB for singles. But I am not one to judge others.

Because I am always judging myself. It’s easy to forget how to respect oneself when insecurities and uncertainties stunt your vision. I keep trying to become a better person and feeling like I did not. And I fall into a pattern of stress, drinking due to stress, stressed because drinking makes me feel useless…. its a cycle.

Today, I want to tell myself that, It’s ok.

At least I am still trying, and that I will keep trying until I see the change I want to be. And it’s ok to be average. I don’t know how to play pool. I cannot cycle to save my life. I suck at parallel parking. I don’t have what it takes to be an entrepreneur. I am not an influencer. I hate to be a hustler. There are lots of people talking shit about me because its easier to hate me than to understand me.

It’s ok.

Last night, a friend B was telling me she felt like she was a Jack of all trades, master of none. And she was the one who motivated me to write this post because that was exactly what I felt like my entire life. I sure as hell know a lot of shit, but am good at none of them to even generate a spark. No spark, no fireworks. Just the dreary darkness.

But I told her, “Do you know that there is a next sentence to it?” No, she answered.

Jack of all trades, master of none
But better than master of one.

(Yall doubting bitches go google it up, hahaha)

Today, I will tell myself it’s ok to be just average. I had plenty of fun in my early adult years, and I have had the luxury to visit many places and taste a lot of fine food. I have people who love me, friends who appreciate me. I had so much more than others. There are still others who have way more than me, but that’s ok. It’s ok because we all have the lives we have to lead.

It’s ok to feel lazy sometimes. It’s ok to go out and drink and feel like trash. It’s ok to wake up and let realization hit you like a truck “Oh my god I am still broke and unaccomplished.” It’s ok to have vices.

But most importantly we must always find the balance in every choice that we make, and happiness in every second of the way. And let go of those around you whom are the tendrils of your torment. It will hurt now, and sting for months, but, YOU are worth it.


thirty and auntie rhymes

Hello everyone! My wishlist is up.
things have been really hectic.. sorry, and thank you for all of you who give me reason to continue writing my wishlist HAHAHA. I am very blessed to have yall :’)
Sorry for some of the ridiculous items on the wishlist. And also, my list is getting shorter as the years go by. Age really does alot of things to a person HAHA
And it’s also a wishlist for myself. Hoping one day I will be successful enough to buy the dream items >:
I have been wanting to write a new prose, waiting for that random muse to hit me.

Click on the pics to go directly to the website.
>Red items are taken 😀

1. Bath essentials

zoom view 1/1 of Intensive Repair Shampoo Bundle
Intensive dmg repair bundle
zoom view 1/1 of Intensive Repair Conditioner Eco-Refill
Intensive dmg repair conditioner
zoom view 1/3 of Almond Shower Oil
Almond shower oil

2. To try and freeze time on my face.

Treatment Essence 230ml
SK II facial treatment essence, 230ml
Facial Treatment Mask 6 pcs SK-II Facial Treatment Mask
SK II facial treatment masks

3. Spa membership renewal

Yunomori platinum member 1288 package

Yunomori is a fantastic onsen and spa. I have been to Gspa, Spa nes and trying the new Joya soon, But I really love the authentic feel of Japan whenever I visit Yunomori. Since my grandmother loves the onsen, I have been wanting to top up this membership again since it comes with alot of perks to go platinum. And I am happy they are offering a 5% off top up promo for birthday month 😀 perfect timing.

4. Pouch for travelling

Chanel mini pouch

We have begun living with covid so I am really looking forward to travels again. Chanel redesigned their website and now their product catalogue is fugly. Am sure its to encourage us to just drop by the stores instead. I don’t like silver toned hardware. Love the gold one. So Ima check out the store to see if they have any in black and gold XD

5. A new computer

ROG Strix Scar 15 G533QS-RTX3080
Rog strix scar 15

The LED screen on my current Monster of a laptop is dying. I am writing with two annoying blue lines down the breadth of the screen 😥

This laptop has served me well for the past few years. Asus ROG has certainly impressed me much with the extremely good specs. The cooling system is the one that really nailed it for me. The only thing I wish I changed was to not to believe the pricey one meant it was the best. It however also comes along with many sad and bad memories so I am hoping to leave them all behind.

So now I have decided to opt for one with AMD instead of i9, and I have always been using a 17.3″ screen but I guess its time to downsize it to 15″ to make it more portable. My current laptop weighs 6kg including the chargers. YES, IT NEEDS TWO CHARGERS. I am definitely saving up in hopes to get a laptop before sims 5 launches!
I know many people laugh it off when I say I need really good specs for this “dumb ass” game as many would call it. But I have 25gb of custom downloads and Sims 5 eats alot of RAM due to the high volume of stupid shit happening as you move around in the game.

There’s only 1 instock left. So hopefully I will be able to pre order it since the staggering price tag of 4.7k is pretty off putting atm HAHA.

6. Buy lunches for foreign workers at dormitories.

I have no idea how to do it, I know its easier to just donate copious amounts of money to charity or some person that’s in charge of em foreign workers but I really want some hands on contribution because it is great to see them smile. If anyone knows how to hook me up, please let me know!

7. Airpods

Inline - 1
Apple airpods 3rd gen, engravement: VALEISKY

I would pretty much skip wearing earphones/ earpieces/ headphones whatever they are because I find it slightly annoying to not hear your surroundings. But I realised it’s inconsiderate to others, especially when I am travelling. Either I disturb the pax sleeping beside me on a flight, or I watch the show just reading the subtitles. I opted for the latter on the entire of my London flight, and till now, have no idea how the main character sound cuz I have yet to complete the rest of the episodes now that I am back home. :S

And imagine yelling out loud amid the noisy background, with the other party trying to yell back at you, noise blasting through like 7th month getai during a video call while I am out. God have I been doing that… feel like a legit aunty.

8. Dinner at Odette

Have tried a few others since the last time it was on my wishlist, its crazy hard to book and I just end up forgetting about it and finally, it’s been a year. HAHAHA. Thanks covid, for speeding up my ageing process.

P.S. Tried JAG and I guess the food is too organic and healthy for me. Felt like a goat chowing on freshly mown grass served on beautiful designer plates. It’s just my problem tho.

9. Be a swan princess

Dazzling Swan Y necklace, Swan, Pink, Rose gold-tone plated - Swarovski, 5473024
Dazzling swan earrings
Dazzling Swan earrings, Swan, Pink, Rose gold-tone plated - Swarovski, 5469990
Freaking cute matchy matchy earrings

10. My dream bag

Hermes Birkin Bag 25cm Jaune de Naples Yellow Novillo Gold Hardware |  World's Best
35 birkin, Jaune de Naples Yellow

I will get there one day. Been putting it off for a long time, because I need to use the money for bigger priorities in life 😥

Thank you guys for looking through my boring lil list. Gracias muchas, Buenas noches.

Diet… or die? S:

Hello guys!

(25th Aug) I just took my second jab. And (I hope) same as everyone else, I have been really spending my lockdown days drinking lots of beer, MOSTLY due to the hot weather, and also because; I mean – Its lockdown right?!?!! Just get high and pass time!!!

I have been doing tabata (JORDAN YEOH MY MAN) once every two days, but since we are not allowed to exercise nor drink after jabbing, I was just thinking hmmmmmm welll…..


So, here we are.

I am here to record my dieting process.

If you can’t diet with me, at least.. read and DIE with me!!!!

Foreword: Not counting highschool and the two sad relationships I had that made me lose alot of weight, I have always been about 52-54kgs. And being in lockdown, despite the Mcdonalds suppers and beer, I was also hovering around 51-53kgs.

But here’s the thing – Last year, I had a super bad case of TONSILLITIS. I was on antibiotics for 5 days, and as you can imagine, I couldn’t eat, nor speak. I was about 53kgs then when I came down with it. At the end of 5 days, my weight dropped to 49kgs.


So this photo was when I was about 47kgs. I looked super good in the photos, but not so much IRL. Everyone asked me if I had cancer. What the fuck.

OK. But, It’s always good to try new things right? So here we go!!!



Day 1

Brunch: 2 eggs, scrambled. Sautéed mushrooms, plain broccoli. (eggs and mushrooms in just olive oil)



Tea time: BOOST. (Vit c ensemble, consists of orange & ginger)

Boost Juice Bars


Dinner: Salad. Dressing was > Olive oil, Lemon, salt & pepper. Some soup. 1 piece of chicken from a soup.


Supper: 1 small bowl of herbal soup. 1 spoonful of chocolate cake.



What I felt: I felt like I was going to die. I took the dinner at about 7pm, really devoured it. Felt hungry at 9pm. Stomach was growling and I felt slightly dizzy. If It wasn’t for the spoonful of chocolate cake I would have gone to the other side. I was that desperate to not think of food that I took my sleeping aid supplement earlier and went to bed by 11pm. (I usually sleep at around 2)



Day 2

BF: Small bowl of cereal w full fat milk



Lunch: 8 slices of sashimi, 5 strands of yuzu udon noodles.


Tea time: Fruit punch flavored vitamin water

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Dinner: Salad w flaked salmon. Dressing was thai style > Fish sauce, some sugar, lime, olive oil, salt & pepper.

(THE REASON why i don’t have pic of this is because I was so fucking hungry i forgot to snap a photo)


Supper: Greek yoghurt with healthy muesli.


What I felt: I was sluggish the entire day. I wasn’t able to string my words properly and I constantly felt this supermassive blackhole of a stomach trying to devour my own innards. The only time I perked up and managed to talk with strength was meal time.



Day 3

BF: Small bowl of cereal w milk


Lunch: Salad w. Smoked salmon (3 pcs), and ham (1 pc)
>> My vicious dad cooked irresistible tempura prawns at this point. I WAS A FUCKING WEAKLING AND ATE 1.


Dinner: Steamed Salmon w. broccoli and cherry tomatoes.



What I felt: I was starting to feel like a kid locked out of Candyland and although I behaved normally and wasn’t in a bad mood or anything (I was still cheery) the feeling of emptiness in my stomach wouldn’t go away. It’s like I was full from the food, but the hunger plagues you again in about an hour after mealtime. I totally got how Edward Cullen felt when he told Bella his family of vampires don’t feed on human blood, but barely sustain themselves on animals.


YES. I FELT LIKE THAT. It was a sad sad feeling… knowing you will never be fully satisfied… Knowing you are living every second not fully contented.

And let’s not forget, dear dad asked me to buy OCK curry puff during tea time for him. WALAO EH. I ALMOST; ALMOST!!!! Bought a spring roll for myself because FUCK DIET. But, good lord. I held back.





IT’S 10pm. IM DYING. My stomach is trying to eat itself.


Maybe I should just sleep. Bye


Day 4

BF: Salad w. Smoked salmon (3 pieces) and ham (1 slice)


Lunch: Greek yoghurt with muesli


Tea time: Fruit punch flavored vitamin water

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Dinner: Broccoli salad with Salmon sashimi
>>> Took 5 pieces of abalone slices from my sister. Because.. why the fuck not right.


What I felt: I was starting to doubt my very existence. I felt lighter, but at the same time my heart was heavier. (So melancholic bruh) I had no strength to lift the pan nor open the fridge door. The urge to purchase a large cheesy pizza on the way home just now was super strong. I literally had to stand outside Pizza Express fighting myself for 1 min.



*Inserts manical laughter*

Seriously I have been waking early for the past few days ever since the diet. It’s like as though my stomach became a natural alarm clock and tried to make me wake up so I could feed. I am a sad, pathetic human loving vampire. May I also add, that my period started since Day 3. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS. It means I need more food. I need more nutrients. I am almost 3/4 in my grave. I am a flower wilting in autumn. My petals are bidding me a sorrowful goodbye.

At 9pm, I felt very dizzy. I couldn’t maintain my train of thoughts. I felt floaty like my fucking brain was on morphine. I couldn’t even complete my sentences in the middle of an argument.

After the dizzy spell, I did not feel the hunger pangs again. Not sure why. Maybe my body has switched to conservational mode and thought I am going through an apocalypse.



Day 5

BF: Greek yoghurt w muesli


Lunch: MY AHMA cooked so I definitely wouldn’t pass on this one. I had a small chunk of fried fish, some veg, and 1 big bowl of soup.


Tea time: Red date with longan drink. No sugar.


Dinner: Salad w smoked salmon bits


Supper: IT WAS FRIDAY!!!! ALCOHOL ON FRIDAY!!! 3 Cans of beer. 330ml x 3.


How I felt: I was starting to get used to the “healthy” food and eating lesser. Even for lunch, I was able to limit myself (Despite the delicious homecooked food in front of me) to be only 60% full. The trick I did was to kiap 1 strand of veg each time and chew many times on that one strand to trick myself to think I’m actually chewing on alot. Fucking pathetic.



Day 6

BF: Half a bowl of cereal with milk. 3 mouthfuls of meepok (Dad bought despite me screaming loudly about dieting. Guess he’s worried about me dying in my sleep from starvation)


Skipped lunch. Felt guilty about the beers the night before.


Tea time: Small small bowl of salad greens with 2 small pieces of braised duck. 1 small glass of bird nest, low sugar.

>>My stomach was crying at this point. It was salivating for the duck rice I bought for YJ and tried to persuade me to reach for another slice of duck by flipping and churning but I fought the temptation. I barely dressed the salad. The scarce few drops of lemon & olive oil did not work in my favor. It tasted like freshly mown grass. :<

4 easy ways to plant your own grass | Free Malaysia Today (FMT)


4pm: My stomach is literally an orchestral of churns and epic growls.


It’s gonna be worth it.



Dinner: MAC CRISPY. 1 drum, 1/2 a thigh. Few fries, and small bowl of salad.



Day 7:

Brunch: 2eggs scrambled, boiled garlic sausage, and a small side of salad.


Tea time: Half a cup of BOOST (Mango tango)

Boost Juice Bars



Dinner: Small bowl of clear soup with veg, some stir fried veg and meat.


Supper: Few sips of beer, small bowl of cereal with milk



Day 8:

BF: Small bowl of Greek yoghurt with muesli & some honey. (I did not finish my meal)


Lunch: Subway wrap, roasted chicken breast with honey mustard + add on ham

Luxurious af i know. hahahaha


Tea time: Small bowl of broccoli soup


Dinner: Salad AGAIN O.o

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EH HELLO MY WEIGHT WAS STILL THE SAME. AND I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. Looking back at this post as current date of writing, I wonder what demon possessed me.



Spent 1 week revenge drinking but DON’T WORRY my stomach is unable to stomach (haha lame) binge eating so we are still good here comrades!!!

I decided to fuck it and just run la.

Running is good. But not if you are running away from something (like Sadako) Running for something is great (like charity marathon). Running with something is fantastic (like your dog). Running to something is… situational? (wouldn’t be good if you are running to the god damn toilet) BUT RUNNING?

JUST PLAIN OL RUNNING? At the FUCKING PCN with all the crazy enthu people and their airpods? Oh my god.

I don’t know where my determination came from. Probably stemmed from my mid life crisis.


Anyway so update here:

Started running on the 3rd week, three times a week LOL I swear the smell of perspiration from the guys running there is enough to make my grandfather wake up from his coffin.

The worst thing? I cannot overtake them cuz I am a slow stupid fuck so I have to endure the stench all the way… jesus fucking christ.

(26th Aug) It’s the fourth week now :”) Woke up at 7.15am to think about my wretched life. Anyway, I am working on a collection of short stories, and I pray to the God of inspo to bless me through writing all of them. I am currently on the second story now and I really enjoyed the visuals in my head. Here’s the start of the story, let me know what you think.

I am intending to publish it as an online book for purchase, so if you look forward to supporting me please do let me know. Your encouragement will really help to spur me on!

It’s going to be Rated because there’ll be alot of sex.



The palette was gold, amber and a creamy yellow. The leaves fell like quiet snow. There was a shy wind, and it too mourned. She placed the hydrangeas against the stone. The petals were pink like the flush on her tear-stricken cheeks, and purple, like the color of her brother’s lips.

There was nobody else on the mourning ground. As it always was, her entire life. But Julia had him before. She sighed a forlorn breath and turned to leave. The ground was wet with sorrow. Pitter patter. Her footsteps echoed the countless deaths, like a doorbell of the netherworld. One could not say she was a curse however, just unlucky.


Sticky conundrum.

You, you. I have so many questions for you.
Tears ran dry and the heart stood still.
5 years down the road, but the feelings still linger
like the smell of textbooks and a nervous first grader.

Yes I know, you can take the pain
You can take the memories fucking up your brain.
Then spend the days in a withered daze,
cut up, mangled and yet unfazed.

I ponder, I wonder,
what’s the science of blood fed torture.
Not a fiber weaker, not a sinew thinner,
but this barren pasture, not a slight bit greener.

What a beauty, a lovelorn heart,
no shining beacon in the shrouding dark.
Was it the lost love that kept you clinging,
or the beguiling pain that felt good stinging?



Butter not scare me like this.

It’s the first day of March 2021.

Everybody. It has been approximately 1 year since I last travelled, since WE last travelled. I don’t know where my passport is. My luggage has mold growing on it. (like, for real)

I don’t know what I am doing with my life. >: (

But one thing I do know is I have checked this particular dining experience off my wishlist:

JAAN, by Kirk Westaway.

I am not a food critic, nor do I want to come across as a pissy, hissy sissy hiding at the back of her screen and judging chefs for their work when I can’t even _foodscience_

Just here to share some of the pics with you and include what I felt about them.

The view is gorgeous, but only if you manage to get seated by the window lol. Else you’d just be staring at every other table in a pretentious awkward silence that is usually present in these atas fine dining places.

So dinner’s about 238++ per pax, we had ours with a very delicious champagne. (Stellar at 1-altitude is about 150++ per pax)

The starters, 4 interesting and artsy looking pieces lay before us. The tomato cloud (from the bottom) was sweet due to the meringue that is supposedly the “cloud”. I did not like it, maybe because it was sweet and being hungry, I was kinda hoping for something savory or sour to whet my taste buds.

Fish and chips was slightly soggy and hard. I expected a crunch but there wasn’t. Whatever is wrapped inside felt really strange. LOL. Erm. Some kind of mashed up fish that has been left in the fridge and gone stale.

Cheddar cheese ball was okay, cheese was aromatic but the ball was quite dry. I guess its because it has been made and left to cool for a long time.

Goose mousse was the best. Savory, rich and well flavored. Tart base was crunchy and thin.

Leek and potato soup. This was well done! Good balance of flavors. Rich and creamy without leaving that “Gelat” feeling afterwards. Bread given was some onion bread that pairs excellently with the soup.

This is the bread and butter offered. The butter is sourced from the Chef’s hometown that is hand churned by the farmer. The bread is served on hay.. I get that these smells are supposed to evoke the feel of countryside living. But the smell of the hay was very apparent in the bread and I could not get past half a slice. The butter tasted like, butter. I am not sure what I was expecting either. But it made me think about the potato bread & butter served at ALMA’s, that was really unforgettable.

Gotta admit firsthand, I do not like artichoke. This dish did not make me grow to like artichoke either. Everything together was really weird, I was starting to wonder whether I was the weird one. The goat’s curd had no real role on the plate to bind the items together except that it was saucy. I could get the “grassiness” of the artichoke, and hence I drenched em in the curd. And I bit into the decorative green leaf together with a big bite of artichoke but it felt like I was a cow chowing away at the grassy plains. I did not finish my plate. Ham was ok so I finished that up along with the curd.

close up

This was the only course I finished and which I really liked. It was flavorful and well paired. The brioche or whatever toast they gave was very dry. I only took a bite.

It was a beautifully presented dish. But it felt very rich and creamy (I guess cuz of butter) or perhaps the past two dishes have already been quite rich as well. Everything was starting to taste similar (LOL i think its just me) but I found it a chore to work through the fish. I found myself trying to avoid the sauce but the fish was too flaky and dry without the sauce. Did not finish.

I did finish the langoustine, it was fresh and cooked to the right timing. However, the “buttery” taste was also evident in the sauce of this dish and I just could not bring myself to indulge in it even though I am really a big fan of soups and sauces. (Usually lap everything up) The other items did not really leave a lasting impression on me. Especially the wispy pieces of what seemed like potato or idk starchy things that stayed unfavorably in my mouth.

Pigeon. This was probably the worst course for me. And it wasn’t because i am not GAME for game (haha punny) Cuz I do eat gamey foods. Its just that at this part of the dinner, I think I have already had enough butter/cream in my body to make a 10 pound buttercake.

This dish was completely swimming in that same buttery taste. (The brown sauce) The meat was made to be tender and lovely, but in order to cover the gamey taste, YOU NEED to pair it with the sauce. But oh fuck I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Like legit 101% gelat already. And that slice of veg thingy on the right hand side, kinda felt like expired and unseasoned saukeraut or just badly cooked cabbage drenched in butter.

(The menu guide wrote “Hipsy cabbage” And tbh I have no fucking idea if it meant like “drenched in alcohol” or perhaps its a fusion of hipster with ??? Gypsy?) Maybe its a dish that is popular in certain Angmoh countries. OMG i hate to sound ignorant but really!!!!!! Why is everything soaked in butter???

PS. I love butter. I eat butter like a snack. So how was this even possible?


This is the one on the menu, pear turnover with BROWN BUTTER ICE CREAM. jesus fucking christ. Ima become lactose intolerant soon.

Finally no more butter. This is a palate cleanser. It was a special item that highlighted the Chef’s creative remake of RIBENA.

I slurped up the sour sorbet. BUT u know what. the flowers were too much and it felt like I was a cow chowing down at a florist shop so I couldn’t finish it.

Petit four to end. I couldn’t squeeze anything into my stomach by then except for the brown balls on the left. That was tasty.

My thoughts: I think the ingredients and presentation of everything was impeccable but I have to say the cooking style is not something that agrees with my palate. Everything had the same repetitive buttery note that was starting to weigh down on my tongue which grew desperate for anything sharp to jerk me back to senses. (Sour, spicy, bitter, I dont know. Just something.) So it may be somewhat of a bias review.

Just be ded…..

Well I do have a few more reviews up soon and Guess what I am eagerly anticipating?? ODETTE!!! It’s on my birthday wishlist but they are so terribly full till March So I will wait patiently and take lots of pics for you guys.

Thank you to all of you who have celebrated with me or given me presents or birthday wishes. I have reached a milestone in my life (Big 3 omg) and I am looking forward to moving on with the newfound epiphany and a contented heart.

See you soon!

30, promises to myself.

I know last year flew by for everyone, some of which, including me, has absolutely no idea what has happened and it seemed just like yesterday when we were still making our holiday plans.

And yet, for some people, they became either millionaires or got bankrupt in that split second. Alot of things have happened to me, I lost a friend whom I thought was going to be there as my bridesmaid and gained plenty of lessons learnt instead.

I lost quite abit of hard earned money lending to friends who took advantage of me. I know im never gonna get it back. In fact I still have an outstanding debt to clear. But just as the friend who loaned me the cash when I needed help and is still giving me grace for it, I wish to pass on the same kindness to others. I hope the money I have “given” has aided them in their moment of desperation.

But I have hit epiphany. Through all the crazy months last year. I am thankful for everything that has led to this precious moment where it all dawned onto me. Its a true revelation. Everything happens for a reason 🙂

Birthday wishlist 😀

*Special shoutout to those of you who have been asking me for “hints” because you want to get me something. I am really touched.

But this wishlist is just a random compilation of things I need and things I can only get in my dreams. HAHA.

*Strikeout means taken by someone!* thank you all for being so nice to me ☺️☺️☺️

1. Clic H Bracelet in Orange

View: Worn, Clic H bracelet

2. Hermes Birkin 30 in yellow or orange

On my bucket list!!!! I need to save up and get this for myself. I wanted to do it this year. But I guess its the age – I rather spend it on my future house 😦 So this can only be a dream ❤
Image 1 of Hermès pre-owned Birkin 30 bag

3. Authentic Apple USB C Digital AV multiport adapter

4. Chanel Lambskin black wallet on chain

Wallet On Chain - Black - Lambskin - CHANEL - Default view - see full sized version

5. Chanel New Season Lambskin flap bag in Yellow

Wa chanel y u do this to me. All my favorite colours!!! Tonight go sleep, dream harder.
Flap Bag - Yellow - Lambskin, Resin & Gold-Tone Metal - CHANEL - Default view - see full sized version

6. AESOP , you & your dog duo (online purchase)

7. ABSOLUTE On my bucket’s list HAHAHA Cartier Love Bracelet, half diamonds, yellow gold.

Maybe next life.

Love bracelet, 4 diamonds Yellow gold, diamonds

8. Cartier Love necklace, 2 diamonds, in Rose Gold

Maybe my next next life
Love necklace, 2 diamonds Rose gold, diamonds

9. Muji Organic cotton waffle bath towels Ecru, 70*140cm X3 pieces

Age, Age, Age. FOR MY FUTURE HOUSEEEE. This towel damn good

10. Muji Essential oils in REFRESHING BLEND, and EUCALPYTUS, 30 ml


11. Eu Yan Sang Imperial Golden Birdnest (Concentrated) w. reduced sugar


12. 3D2N Intercontinental PAWFECT staycation in the Heritage suite 😀

CELEBRATE BIRTHDAY WITH LYCAN!!! His birthday is 12 feb hehehe

13. Dinner at Odette

They are super full walao… earliest is March

14. Signature Dinner at SKAI

15. 400$ credits for my nail salon 😀

8 Best Nail Art Salon in Singapore for French Manicure (2021)

16. Love Bonito Alydna Lace Trim Cami Slip dress in Blush, M

17. Gucci Bev hills t-shirt in S

18. LV Neverfull MM Monogram bag in Cherry

19. LV Onthego MM tourette

20. LV vanity pm in Monogram

21. LV alma BB

22. Shopee portable DISCO LIGHTS !!!

this one so pretty!

23. 300$ Grab credits.

Literally the most practical.
Grab delivers a cashless and seamless ride experience to everyone with  GrabPay Credits | Grab SG

24. Pandoras Sparkling Crown stud earrings

25. Pandora Pink sparkling crown solitaire ring (56)

26. I WANT A HOUSE SO BADLY. 5 room at tengah seems guud

LOLOL but lazy to wait 5 years sia

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27. iPhone 12 Pro Max 256gb silver

28. Apple Pencil 2nd gen

29. Colour, root hair perm + Treatment at Jeric’s salon

Super neeed!!



I am happy where I am right now, and to be surrounded with both new and old friends and family,


Special shoutout to for featuring my steamboat chilli. They are doing a promotion right now and you may want to check it out.

Till then, take care guys! I will be coming up with a food review on Jaan soon!

A bloody red Christmas

The entire world is seeing red amid this pandemic. The nurses at the hospital are seeing red. Small businesses are seeing red. Families spending more time at home are seeing red.

It’s a bloody, messy, scary Christmas.

I hope people will still find it within their hearts to have a little faith. Stay strong!

Once the big players in the society are done screwing us over all for playing their rich men’s game, they can finally put an end to everyone’s misery by giving us the cure.

At least, we should still try to have a good Christmas, and make an all new, refurbished, re edited New year resolutions for 2021.

Well good Christ, it seemed like just yesterday when we penned down our 2020 resolutions, did we not?

I, as like most of everyone else, did not have a good year. But I am lucky to be more fortunate than those who are really suffering. I made a few contributions to charity and was actually pleasantly surprised to read about the great and fantastic people out there who went the extra mile to help the needy.

2020 Christmas wishlist

This year suck so much that the quote “Go sell ass” don’t even work anymore.

  1. Dine at Jaan, by Kirk Westaway

2. Platinum membership at the Yunomori onsen & spa

3. 1 session of Rejuran + Venus Viva laser at Aeon Aesthetics

4. iPad Pro w. stylus

5. 916 gold Cartier inspired bangle

6. 2 copies of 2021 sumikko gurashi large hanging wall calendar!

7. Typo A5 buffalo notebook in pretty pastel colour

8. 400$ top-up Nail package at my usual salon

9. Hit 100 orders for my Very Tasty Steamboat Chilli XD

10. Have dinner at Syohachi Yakiniku!

11. Selected gourmet items from FAVE FINE FOOD!

Tartufi Morra White Truffle Oil
Hokkaido Jumbo frozen scallops 14/16
Seaweed butter from Le beurre bordier

12. TWG Geisha Blossom Tea and Silvermoon Tea

13. A bunch of good quality thick black hair ties

can’t fucking find good ones which wouldn’t split open ffs

14. High Tea at SKAI

15. Covid to end by early next year.

Take good care everyone and let’s work hard for a better year in 2021 ❤️


Sweet deceit,
weathered thin.
off your beguiling lips
tattooed on my skin

half a tide,
saccharine rhymes
soured into blight
I breathed for the last time.

painted red,
and blues and black,
bittersweet fate
no regrets…

violent tremors
i made a monster
pero, sigue siendo, mi amor.

Was out with an obnoxious man last night (a friend’s friend) who mocked me for having my extremely sweet scripted tattoo on my right thigh (which is by far the best decision I have inked) simply because he felt my tattoo bore a dumbfuck meaning. He rolled his eyes at me and muttered words that suggested I was retarded.

I am not going to write out what it says because I know some of you have been dying to find out and I want to keep intriguing you HAHA.

Its all fun and games to make fun of people with cheap or really stupid tattoos, but they do them. – However, you, bro. You don’t respect love. and for that, I don’t respect you.

This tattoo is the memory of my younger self, who once loved so much that I lost myself. When he left me, I thought I was going to die. But I lived.

These words, are words of the greatest grace I can ever give to him – Well wishes.

I never loved the same again.

I pity you, because love is casual talk to you.

Inspo for next tattoo and the poem above:

2. Septic shock.

It has been a few days since Ben had that freaky incident. It must have been work stress and everything negative blowing up at once on his face; he consoled himself.

Yet, deep within his subconscious, the explicit image of the corpse was glaring at his soul. Was that a message? Has he been watching too many horror shows on netflix?

He turned to his hobby to clear his head. It was woodworking. Splinters and calluses were a common sight, but it granted some satisfaction to cover that gaping void in his life. Most of the things in Kiki’s room were handmade. The coloring table which she loved was painstakingly crafted over a week. He recalls her tiny hands working furiously on the crayons, scraping against the chiseled wood with a piece of drawing paper.

“ZwZZXwZZZwZZ” The wood cutter was rumbling to life. Ben took a deep breath and inhaled that romantic woody scent. Goggles on, he pressed down hard for a snug fit. He found the safety goggles too much of a hassle and grumbled about poor accuracy, but Lylia made the goggles mandatory for fear of splinters piercing his eyes.

“Too much final destination” He would chuckle, but listened to her anyway.

“RRRRRRRRRRR” The blades whirred. The outline was perfectly drawn on the cedar. It was the skeleton of a rocking horse. It was a pretty big project for an amateur like him, but it should be completed just in time before Kiki’s birthday in August.

The cutter sawed through the cedar effortlessly. The smooth swift edges would make any carpenter pleased. Backyard blues was playing in the background. Ben felt at ease.

Slowly, the wood chippings fell off the table. The aromatic smell filled up the tiny shed. It smelt like the fireplace last winter where he brought the family for a cozy getaway down in Alaska.

The slightly curved base for the horse is gradually coming to shape. Ben became more meticulous now, taking great care to soften the edges by controlling the angle of the woodcutter. He had prepared tools and saw-paper to help round them perfectly later on.

“XXZZZZZZZZXXXZZ!!” The blades worked hard. It was loud and drowned out his spotify. Suddenly, the lone light bulb flickered.

Ben looked up. The light bulb started swinging precariously. He reached for the button to stop the woodcutter.

“CLICK” He pressed on the plastic tab. The cutter was still spinning at a voracious speed.

“CLICK!” He pressed on the button anxiously. Nothing happened.

He looked up again. The light bulb was swinging like a bird on the freeway, casting shadows on the shed like a rave party.

What’s happening?

“Bloop.. bloop” he blinked uncomfortably. Something was pooling up in his goggles. With his free hand, he grabbed at the goggles attempting to rip them off. But they were stuck.

“Damn it!” He shouldn’t have pressed on so snugly.

The liquid accumulated and is on the rise. It stained the goggle lens. It was red. It was blood.


Too many things were happening at the same time. Ben’s brain was frenzied and tripping all over the place. The light bulb, the goggles, the whirring woodcutter. What in the hell???!?!!

Soon, he had to close his eyes as the blood was rapidly rising.

The lightbulb was making creaking sounds as it swung madly. Ben was only aided by his hearing at that point. His eyes were tightly shut.

A low raspy voice then echoed in his ears.


The thunderous words caused him to let go of the woodcutter in shock.

“ZZZCCCZZXXXCC!!” The blades pierced through his stomach like scissors on origami. Pain shot up instantly and left him crippled from the intensity.

He fell back on his hind, throwing the woodcutter away from him and desperately tried to remove the goggles again.

It came off this time.

The light cast across the shed is now an ominous ember. It looked like the inside of an active furnace. He peered at his stomach. Blood was spurting in all directions.

It was crimson on the floor. Thick, goopy mess.

At the corner of the shed where the supply rack was, the same grotesque corpse materialized from the shadows. The light was still flickering. Ben’s head was spinning from septic shock.

His hands were stained with his own blood. It trickled like an angry army and smelt like death. The pain immobilized his feet.

The ghastly girl seemed to be in a worse state than before. The last bit of skin on her face was consumed by maggots. The creepy larvae was wriggling boldly on her cheeks. Her hair was matted and dripping wet. Slowly, she crawled towards Ben, joints crackling like logs tossed into a robust fire.

She looked lesser like Kiki this time round, more corpse-like. except the lifeless eyes still retained the shape of the beautiful round orbs, it was no doubt it resembled her! Or rather, whatever left that remained.


The voice was no longer raspy. It was child-like and it sounded pitiful. It was a plea.

Ben pressed hard on his wound to prevent further loss of blood. The creature was crawling closer and closer to him.

It made soft wailing noises. In his dire, curled up gait, Ben thought about that one time when Kiki was haunted by nightmares. She made the same soft cries.

But the immense pain and blood loss made it hard for Ben to fully focus on anything then. He backed up fully against the wall of the shed, using his arm to drag his limp legs along until there was no more inches left to distance himself from it.

Everything started to blur out. The pain left him convulsing. The creature reached out for his feet.

Ben blacked out.

“Crreakkk” His eyes opened partially. His heart started pounding faster when Ben remembered the ordeal and realized he’s opening his eyes to reality.

He clutched his stomach. There was nothing. No blood. No cut. Just his worn out A&F tee. The light bulb was still creaking but it was dancing peacefully in the mild zephyr that was blowing in from the tiny window.

No ghost.

The shed looked exactly like how it was before when he first started his work. The wood cutter wasn’t whirring. It was lying quietly by the base of the rocking horse.

He got up from the ground and dusted himself. Wood shavings flounced off him as he shook up.

Ben approached the table to inspect the wood cutter. It was switched off and even had the safety lock on. He lifted the sturdy wooden base off the table – And saw some red stains on the table.

Goosebumps spread throughout his body and chills ran down his spine like an untamed current.

With trembling fingers, he flipped over to the other side of the wooden base.

It was the same blood red paint again. (Or is it real blood?) But this time, there weren’t words. It was a children’s drawing that looked really familiar.