Eat, drink and be married!

Not forgetting their famed abalone tarts amongst the other dishes that we stuffed ourselves with. If there's just one place to visit, make it Lung King Heen. Am I already making more competition for those limited slots they have daily? :x

Day three began with a yum cha session, egg tarts no less. Egg tarts are a must every single trip.

Before we made it home sweet home. Until our next visit! While I did not shop till I drop, I perhaps ate more than I can ever shop...this time.

I have been a words person for the longest time, the diaries can attest to that. 2014 has been a year of changes, more so for the parents who will be seeing their two lovelies leave the nest. And that day, I watch my dearest sister walk down the aisle..and I really cannot be happier.

I am not sure when I stopped shopping in physical stores but whilst I did, I mostly shopped at U2 (once a brand under G2000), Mango and Sports Girl (Yet another now defunt Australian brand).

The Mango sales were THE sales then in my schooling days and if anything, their sales probably honed my ability to shop under duress. The preview sale days were crazy affairs - aircon will be turned off and  women everywhere. Dressing rooms are nothing but trouble during a sale so people change in every nook and cranny there is with a mirror.

I took this love for the Spanish label overseas - Hongkong, Europe and anywhere else where it exists. These days, apart from shopping when I travel, I do so mostly online - blogshops or mainly Asos.

Just to share some of our couple-y outfits of the day!






I've been chalking up a slew of #ootd shots with the hubba and surprisingly, majority are purchased online! Mainly because of the perks of shopping online, I have mostly turned to having everything a click away. The bane of Asos is, there are labels with restricted import access and amongst the few are Mango. Even River Island ships to Singapore with a wider range too!

Mango's fashion dresses are now available on Zalora - hooray, no more hussling out in the stores and I still keep to everything a click away.

I struggled internally before deciding to come out of the woods on this - I am an endometriosis warrior and I am not alone in this. This entry is completely my own opinions and experience, certainly beats a non-endometriosis patient saying how one should seek treatment if you have mentrual pain yada, read it straight off the keyboard of one. 

Some textbook symptoms are:


Ok, the cold hard truth is - I discovered I had an endometriosis cyst very randomly in a routine health check and for the third time in my life, I had to be warded. I hate hospitalizations so much - more than cockroaches really, though there is no way they can be compared on the same grounds.

The horrifying thing about discovering the cyst is the health check usually gets delivered by a GP - so she reads it off the report like a recorder and in my case it was the ovarian cancer marker being higher than normal. And then she proceeded to list the possibilities - cysts, fibroids or the much dreaded c-fiend. Options available to me were few, I needed to get an ultra scan pronto to find out the root of the problem.

As mechanical as it was, I booked myself on the next available scan possible and god damn friday bad news because they screw the entire weekend up. I possibly freaked the entire family out with this piece of news.

Thankful or not, the gynae who delivered my sis is still in business! The very next day I got myself scanned and diagnosed and even booked a surgery date. At the very least, we had some peace through the weekend - finding out it was highly likely to be a cyst is way more comforting than any other news. There is a chance that it may rupture hence surgery was recommended as the best option.

I grew up with menstrual cramps and they were bad but not to the extent of not being about to go about my daily life. Otherwise, it was fine and dandy. No swellings, pelvic pain, no signs, nothing. Mine was well hidden in my left ovary and boy it was large. 7cm in diameter makes it sound like a tennis ball already. (On a lighter note, I promptly christianed it "coco", in medical terms, it is also known as a "chocolate cyst".)

Let's talk history now, Coco lived in me for as long as forever.  In short, I was born with it and when I started puberty, every menstruation would mean it grew too. Until this particular more thorough health check did its existence got discovered.

Key hole surgery it is then if all goes well, laporoscopy specifically. Three punctured holes - one below the belly button and two at the sides. Not meaning to be graphic but I wish this went without a scar for remembrance. The flipside then would be having an insertion made for an extraction should the cyst be too close to any vital organs and then the lovely bikini line scar would occur.

Lots of risk involved but I suppose this is normal for any surgery.

2 days before my surgery, I was put on laxatives - first the pills and then fleet the friendly drink which truly has to be the most rancid thing I ever drunk but they actually tasted sweet thereafter. I am not going into the details and gore but sleep is definitely sacrificed. Upon checking in,  I was given yet another enema to empty whatever remnants - I heart went all out to the battered anus at this point.

7am admission for a 1pm op - no water or food allowed till probably the next morning..I'm not sure about all of you but I could barely eat at 5am. Sleep versus food at such an ungodly hour, I can only say sleep trumped. Fast forward into the operating theatre, I suppose television always glams things up and I was expecting closer to camera-lights-action sort of an equivalent (hey, we are tops for medical treatments for a reason yes?) I give thanks for really kind nurses who were with me throughout, ensuring that I was not in too much pain and kept warm.



I share this story hoping to spread the word on this - it is not uncommon, it can be treated and when I realised about this a fair share of the people around me had some idea what this is. Pain during menstruation is not normal, the most it should just ache and not have to curl up in pain, take painkillers or just lie in bed. Realise it early and relieve some pain at least! The most unfortunate thing is, I am not cyst free for the rest of my life, recurrence is likely but for now, I'm clear.

I cannot emphasize how important it is for family support and of course, the bestest situation is for the boss and colleagues to also understand. I was blessed with both and truly, that made this alot easier than thought. 

2 weeks on, life has more or less resumed. I'll be on a 6 month long jab in order to minimise the recurrence of yet another cyst. 

xx