Time Travelling with The Balm

I don't have a direction for this blog post. It's quite blurry but I felt compelled to share some random photographs I snapped over the weekend. The fact that I'm currently working full-time at an office job means very limited exposure to natural afternoon light and time in solitude. My days seem incredibly short, oh dear...

On a positive note, The Balm Cosmetics sent me a whole bunch of makeup products for me to play with and a girl cannot be more excited in the presence of colours, textures and...different faces to put on! I feel like a little girl whose Christmas present came early. What a mood booster! I'm smiling ear to ear. I have always adored The Balm for its tongue-in-cheek branding and retro product design. Of course, not forgetting my praises its product payoff, for it is as promising as the sun.

I spent a good afternoon on Sunday gathering random items in my bedroom, anything from vintage fashion magazines to my cute clamshell purse, arranging them in any way I felt like. I simply enjoy moments like this when creativity flows naturally. While we shouldn't rely on material things to bring us joy, surrounding ourselves with beautiful objects could really tease our imagination. For me, it's to time-travel.

Products featured: Instain powder blush, Meet Matt(e) Hughes liquid lipstick, c/o The Balm Cosmetics.


Der Erlk├Ânig

You told me of your heart 
A cold tile cavern bathed in dark
And earthy roots hanging from within 
To shed some light the fire must get in
Just a harbour no one's in
An empty salt filled skin

It had been years of not reading and I'm was not proud of it. I made a promise to myself earlier this month that I will pick up a book and read it seriously, and so I did, and I haven't regretted a moment. I have been rediscovering what seems to be my favourite genre – fairytales. Girls, vampires, kings and knights, forest nymphs...I'd read anything. Angela Carter's 'The Bloody Chamber', a collection of short stories, is my current read and it has already taken me to the depths of my imagination. Naturally, I felt inspired to style an outfit which I think channels my mood at the moment. I also threw in some of my favourite writings by Carter – namely from chapters of The Erl King and The Lady of the House of Love. I Hope you feel something magical from these visuals and text like I do!

I'm wearing a vintage 70's Candies Jones maxi dress, vintage mom's studs, vintage Casio watch, and leather boots.


Tokyo: Vintage Shopping & More

When it comes to shopping, I always make it my personal mission to go thrift and vintage. I see it as my personal "me time" as I spend a slow day getting lost among racks of pass-me-downs, people watching, wandering around with a warm latte in one hand. It also supports a conscious lifestyle decision of mine to reduce my consumption in fast fashion. 

I focused on three main districts I found particularly interesting, namely Shimokitazawa, Harajuku, and Shibuya. Keep scrolling as I share my best shopping, dining experiences, and other goodies I discovered along the way!


Grow Up

See, I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes
Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Travelin' endlessly
And now I'm told that this is life
That pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it

Now that I'm in my twenties, I realize time is passing faster than ever. Freedom becomes increasingly expensive and scarce. My priorities reshuffle so much in this year alone and I've made some life-altering decisions. I never know if I make the right moves. The term "coming of age" is defined as "the age or occasion when one formally becomes an adult". Growing up, I believed adulthood was marked by age and milestones. Is it really? Is adulthood romanticized? I have been thinking a lot about adulthood lately. Having completed my degree in school and securing a full-time job, I thought I would have figured it out by now. Truth is, I have not. Perhaps none of us ever will. If anything, the transition into so-called adulthood feels like a lonely and uncertain one. 

Anyway, Nigel took me to Kombi Rocks, a retro concept diner located North of Singapore. Its interior is plastered with 1960s memorabilia such as posters of The Beatles and mod girls on Vespas. Car collectors would love the owner's collection of vintage automobiles. I love nostalgic spaces like this! The boyfriend knows exactly how to cheer me up. Thank you. <3

I'm wearing vintage Beth Michael's romper, mom's vintage leather bag, G.H. Bass oxfords and vintage Casio watch.

Photos by Nigel.


Hokkaido: A Countryside Diary

Hokkaido may be a winter time destination but that doesn't mean it has anything less to offer in the summer. Being my first trip to Japan, I chose to head north because I craved a quiet destination with beautiful scenery away from the city's chaos. There are many perks to summertime Hokkaido. The weather was absolutely perfect, ranging from 6—23-degree celsius, making road trips a breeze. That being said, the long journeys and curvy mountain roads took a little getting used to, though a good music playlist would make everything better.


Pages Of Gold

Show me the way it used to be
Show me I want to see
I am no longer afraid of my past
I want to confront all my new tasks

Show me the river where we swam
Show me the miles that we ran
From ourselves
And nothing more

There are some days when I wish I could time travel. There's a saying, "our minds aren't good offices" which is why we take notes – to remember things and other minute details. I'm really glad I caught my second Annie Leibovitz exhibition, titled 'Women: New Portraits', in Singapore. Her photographs, far from 'perfect', always show me some form of vulnerability within her subjects. Held at the old Tanjong Pagar railway station, its aged grittiness made quite a spot for an afternoon of aimless book browsing and daydreaming. 

I'm wearing vintage 70's maxi dress from Granny's Day Out, vintage Calvin Klein bag, c/o Misaki pearl earrings and vintage Casio watch. 

Photography by Yun Jing.


Dear May,

 Dear May,

You have been so good to me. I wrote in a blog post beginning of this year,

You don't just move on from your problems no matter how you want to. That is why I am afraid to make new year resolutions. Do we really stick to those? Having said that, I look back at the past two months and realized I've been subconsciously making changes to better myself, and I'd like to give myself credit for that...It's time I stop undermining myself and begin to truly live in the moment. To own less and to do more. To live, not regret. To love myself and be selfish if I needed to. To accept criticism but not broken. To see the world without losing myself. Easier said than done, but I am only human.

My confidence in new year resolutions is bleak but I believe in taking chances. One open door leads to another. It doesn't matter if I don't know where I'm going as long as I keep on going. What a cringe-worthy statement. Ew. But cliches are real.

Nigel went to Kenya for five weeks for his school's overseas community immersion programme. It's never easy being separated from a loved one by distance and time, even if five weeks seem so insignificant compared to a lifetime. But I am so lucky to be able to communicate with him every night because reading his text messages about his day makes me smile. This May, I was shown to a different side of love, a foreign concept that only a yearning heart could grasp. I am so lucky.

School is officially out. What a surreal moment having to be in the education system for more than 16 years. It's a long time, end of a chapter, but I feel like my life has just begun. Maybe it's pure foolishness of youth to think a working life would kill the soul, yet the 22-going-23-year-old self feels optimistic about my future. My friend Kaixin once told me, "you go to school to learn how to learn". May this attitude endure the rest of my adulthood.

Lastly, I spoke at a conference for the first time in my life. I promised to give myself due credit for the littlest milestones and I will today. I am very proud of myself. The past month has been surreal in every way. Expressing my thoughts on stage was cool, but receiving genuine feedback from people was a gift. We all need feedback, good or bad because that is how we grow. I am filled with so much gratitude.

Wow, what a difference a few months could make. Looking back, life is amazing and it's worth living. I wish I knew that in my teens.

Thank you, May. I want to always remember you.