IMPULSIVE

Let me start off by declaring that I absolutely adore snakeskin.* I still remember, almost three years back, I was wandering through Mandarin Gallery with friends and we walked into an exotic leather accessory shop... and it was love at first sight when my gaze landed on the silver-black-grey scales of this clutch. I just had to have it. And I got it. Impulse buy of the day... check. I used to blame my impulsiveness on the fact that I was young and didn't know better, but as I write this post, something else is occurring to me. Save my shalwar-kameez in a shirt's disguise, I noticed that everything put together in this outfit came into my life out of sheer impulse. Maybe deep down on some subconscious level, I did know better. That has to be it, right? I clearly don't have a shopping addiction. I know what you're thinking. No, I'm not in a river in Egypt.** Jeans - my partner-in-crime Naomi was getting a paisley print shirt and, naturally, that meant I had to buy something too. After trying them on for fit, not even the thought of having a second thought arose. Sneakers - while on a mission to buy a weave bracelet, a friend happened to be working at the store. Chit-chat turned into me trying on more things for fun and as I got ready to pay, it happened. Word vomit. "I'll take the shoes as well!". Sunglasses - a few weeks after I had enlisted for national service, I was going through a really difficult time in my life, more often than not finding myself in a state of despondency. Only shopping gave...

WHEN I GROW UP

The uncertainty that change brings can be a scary thing - be it small, like changing the brand of your shampoo, or substantially more major, like changing your post code. Change is even scarier when it's not of your own accord. It creeps past you, organic and invisible, waiting patiently to be noticed. When you finally do, after getting over that split-second moment of panic and confusion, you're left rhetorically questioning yourself. It's like waking up in the fall, only realising that spring is gone. I speak from recently-gained experience. A few days ago I caught myself saying a string of four words known all too well by little kids - when I grow up. Wait a minute. Hold up. I am already grown up. When the hell did that happen? When we're young (and wild and free), we see adults as boring creatures who just don't get us. Why would we want to turn into them? At this peculiar age when we teeter between two hoods, we get over-engrossed with not wanting to grow up, instead of focusing on the present. We slowly lose our innocence and end up jaded, turning into the people we swore we'd never become. Why, though? I still believe we don't have to give up on our childhood dreams and fantasies. Sure, I might never become a vet or a naturalist, but I would never forgo my love of animals and the natural world. These little sparks of childish wonder are what keeps us young at heart. Don't ever get desensitised to all that exists around you. It's the same thing with planning. By now you should know I'm not very good at it - or...

TWELVE MONTHS

With purple still fading from my bleached hair, my foot recovering in a cast and a body twelve kilos lighter, it feels as though these photos were taken a lifetime ago - they might as well have been, considering all the transpirations that have occurred since. Looking at these shots, taken a year back, it really hits me how much I've changed as a person. I lived each day with impulse, not knowing what I was doing or where I was going. Spontaneity never disappoints, but sometimes those who wander are, in fact, lost. I wouldn't have believed anyone if they had told me then what turbulence awaited me in the following twelve months. Being a believer in the cliché that everything happens for a reason, reflecting back only reinforces this belief. At times, life seems to get too tough to deal with, but the only advice I could give you is never to lose hope. Even Miranda Priestly lives on it. Heaven knows all the times when there was nothing I wanted to do but stay in bed for days on end. Everyone has their own coping mechanisms to deal with rough situations, but at some point you have to pull yourself together and understand that the only person standing in the way of your happiness is yourself. Learn to treasure yourself. Because of the trials and tribulations I faced, now I'm in a much better place - I know who I am and I've lit a fire of determination under my feet. I'm excited and no longer scared of the many curve balls I know life is going to be throwing my way.   "A...

STRIPES WITH CÉLINE

Lazy sunset situation by the river in my concrete jungle, unwinding after a busy day of buzzing around town earlier this week. I'm a huge fan of stripes and I think I really need more of it in my life. In fact, I don't actually have any stripes in my closet. This shirt found it's way onto my clothes rack by fluke, when it should have been down the hallway in my dad's wardrobe. What a happy accident. And my poor Box bag finally got to see the light of day after an incredibly long time. This one is definitely coming back with me to London. I love the Parisian vibe when you pair some stripes with Céline. Maybe a little trip to France is what my subconscious is hinting at. Time to get offline and help out around the house as preparations for Eid are underway. Au revoir! Wearing: Marks & Spencer Collezione - Shirt // Zara - Jeans // COS - Belt // Givenchy - Patent Oxford shoes // Céline - Box bag Shot by Rachel, at Marina...

FREE SPIRITS

Having known these boys for quite a while in virtual space, the first time we met to explore and take photos felt like a reunion of sorts. Granted, being around talented photographers like themselves was slightly (very) unnerving at first, it was barely a minute before I sensed that there was no pressure. They weren't about to judge me for taking a bad photo... I hope. We were there to have fun. And express ourselves through photography. Despite a not too friendly looking dog and a big, yellow patrol-car-sized hindrance that hampered our initial plan of visiting the former Kallang Airport, no one seemed to be overly dismal. A couple of seconds were spent brainstorming and we were off to another place to discover. Here's a lesson in emotional investment - don't attach yourself to circumstances that are out of your control (or, as I often like to tell my mother, take a chill pill). A very short drive away was the sleepy neighbourhood of Dakota Crescent - one of Singapore's oldest housing estates, built in the 1950s. It's home to one of those cool '70s mosaic playgrounds that no hipster could possibly live without seeing... but unfortunately not for too long. Poor hipsters. This area is due for a total redevelopment beginning end-2016, and as a result many of the homes have already been vacated. I have a tendency to feign ignorance when it comes to wandering into places where I don't belong. My policy, one that seems to be working well for the others too, is that if it ain't locked... just walk right in. Makes sense, doesn't it? If you really weren't meant to be somewhere, someone would have done a better...
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