Eat, drink and be married!

I look forward to every Valentine's and Christmas simply because the brands go all out to woe men and women into purchasing that special trinklet that could buy them yet another year's worth of peace. Charm bracelets are by far the most sought after and recommended gift for "Her" every special occasion from the mass to the luxury labels - and I at some point have fallen so in love with the bracelet and the charms that come with every memory.

Which girl does not love the robin blue box? I certainly do and joy to the world every time I spot the all too familiar white ribbon and blue box. My first charm bracelet was a gift to myself and then a second was for me to fill up with charms as time went by.



Did I ever say then that T and C has the most gorgeous and ridiculously priced charms bracelets ever? Too cute, too expensive and then, too frivolous.



Some time later came the Pandora and Thomas Sabo craze.Well of course, jumping into the Pandora bandwagon would have been the usual route but I headed the Thomas Sabo way - nailing one in a trip to Germany and completing it with a string of charms.

Effiel Tower is and still remains a lovely charm to have, regardless the brand.



The only other times I have succumbed to the Pandora is when I turn secret santa and decide to surprise the sis with them. Two bracelets and tons of charms later, I am sure she is so very charmed every time she wears it.

Limited edition charms are such a tease always don't you think?

And taken off the horse's mouth - the irony is, the Man says men tend to think they are only charming to the women.

The picture above is possibly too happy for the caption. Just the other night I cooked up a storm in my tiny kitchen for my sis and BIL in our supposed weekly cook out sessions. As we tucked into dinner we were just talking about what Singapore meant.I am not one who writes as beautifully as many out there and just last night I was pondering about how blessed we have been.

I am a by product of a successful "Two Child Policy" born in the 1980s. Till today my parents muse why they were so obedient to the government and looking back they should have pushed the envelope a little more and had a third. Back then, Singapore was fluorishing, the city was already immaculately clean and education was provided without a glitch. Somewhere in between bubble gum was made illegal, Singa the lion appeared and Kumar on Rara Show was canned. I was educated locally, never once entertained the thought of going overseas to study because the parents were pragmatic enough to warn "If you do not study hard enough, just go to work." For sure at some point I cursed and swore at the system - PSLE, O Levels, A Levels and finally University were frustrating milestones to overcome. Yet looking back, this made me bilingual, adore literature and history and best of all, said I survived our harsh educational system.

Every single time I travel, I actually look forward to returning to Changi Airport not just because it is world class and efficient but it made me feel at home. We may have had made architectural jokes out of the Esplanade, lamented over the fact that our tourist attractions hardly have historical attachments but travelling made me realise that was what made us Uniquely Singapore. For sure the Vatican City, Great Wall of China and even Acropolis are awe inspiring, and all we have is a concrete jungle in a garden city which does pale in comparison. I suppose that is what makes Singapore, Singapore then.

We may detract every now and then and complain about the policies, ERP, taxes and the government but for every wrong done, there were nine other right. If not for Mr Lee's vision we would have remained a third world country, I may have grown up running amok in a kampung staying in an attap house and possibly never seen the world beyond the boundaries of my district.

Our paths never once crossed though alot has been said and written about Mr Lee and his relationship with his late wife is posthumously reported making him a role model for all men and married couples alike. The undying devotion makes us question how much does it really take to maintain a relationship and stay so in love. I posed the question to Hubba the other day, do the traditional values of keeping two steps behind and placing the husband and children above one's self still stay true today? I have a lifetime to work on my marriage then.

Thank you Mr Lee for making Singapore a place I call home, an education, a place so safe that I can roam free on the streets past midnight, giving us affordable public housing so I need not rent all my life and above all, I am proud to be Singaporean. RIP.

I am never the brow person - from the early days of makeup to finally dabbling in mascara and eyeliner. The eyebrow pencil and I were not BFFs, somehow Brow ressurection never quite crossed the mind until a visit to Browhaus for a threading session, I signed a package and a session was scheduled shortly there after. The only day I had perfect brows was on my wedding day and somehow I fell in love with the shape of it and decided to get them embroidered!



2 whole hours I had booked - upfront let's just say there is tattooing of the brow involved, numbing cream is administered and do or die, the tattooing has to be completed within the next 20 minutes or so before the pain starts creeping.

I made a resolution somewhere in between January and February to master 52 recipes by the end of the year and thankfully for CNY, I managed to nail some recipes!



Cornflake cups, possibly the most idiot proof alive with just butter, honey and store bought cornflakes.