CNY Photo Diary

Spent the first four days of the Chinese new year in that concrete jungle also known as Singapore, basking in child-like wonderment at the miracle that is outdoor air-conditioning & rooting around various stores for clothes (almost nothing was in my size save for a pair of printed green trousers from Zara, thus reiterating my fanatic belief that Zara just about NEVER disappoints). 

I also found the time to gawk stupidly at decorations with my infant nephew, and cavort along an impossibly deserted Orchard Road before proceeding to marinate for hours in the humidity with Twinnie and Peadle Pops (MISS YOU GUYS).

Then I got on a very small plane and braced myself through a maelstrom of turbulence (have you ever gotten on a very small plane when it's raining? If you haven't, I pray you never find out what that's like) just to get to my tiny hometown along the Rejang River where house-visiting consumed nearly all my waking hours. 

I don't think I could look at another slice of cake the same way again.

Now I'm back home, sitting at a desk tapping this out to you because sadly, all holidays have to come to an end. Not sure if this post is fully coherent, but it will have to do for now because I don't think I've managed to fully recover from it all yet.

Kay Ell

Hello all, I just got back from a quick trip over to Kuala Lumpur and I am pretty much vanquished by all the pollution and bad traffic. Hehe. Can't tell you how much I've missed not fearing for my life in some rickety speeding taxi.

Anyway! This is going to be a terrible photo diary, seeing as how I was way too busy either running around or stuffing my face with Aunty Anne's pretzels/tubs of Baskin & Robbins ice cream to remember I actually have readers who want to see these things too ... but this post is up because way too many of you have voted for more personal posts and pictures. 

More on this in my next post.

So here we go.

Obsessed with Topshop's eyelash ditsy necklace. Just the right amount of combined sass and whimsy.

"Just wait 'til you get up here ..."

This scared the crap outta me. And I was so excited to see some cheapo Matthew Williamson stuff, too. 

WHO DOES THAT?!!?

Topshop jeans and top, Mulberry bag.

I am aware that I am coming off like a nut-job who almost exclusively dresses herself in Topshop, but it's not true.

... I also save a pretty huge chunk of closet space for Zara, and there's a shelf in there that houses like a million tees from American Apparel.