13 February 2017

Introducing: nhseries



I am so happy to announce the launch of nhseries on etsy! 

nhseries specializes in bohemian chic jewelry that are affordable and won't burn a hole in your pocket. The jewelry pieces are typically decked with bits of wood, gem, stone and/or marble to bring out that boho feels. 


To celebrate its opening, use promo code OPENING10 during cart-out to enjoy 10% off. No minimum spending required. Valid for the whole month of Feb 2017.


5 June 2015

11 February 2015

Am I Home?

I work with a whole lot of people who were born and bred in Singapore like myself. And if there is one thing that makes us so unique, it is the fact that we all have friends of different races and different religions. Since the day I came into this world, my life has been surrounded by, as SMRT Feedback Ltd would call them, Lup Cheongs, Ahmads, Muthus and Pereiras. That being said, we all grew up to be tolerant of one another – listening to endless void-deck chanting when Lup Cheong died, finding halal restaurant to eat with Ahmad, walking pass Muthu’s curry house, carrying Pereira home after he clubs. I’m fully aware that these are so stereotypical, but it’s just to help illustrate a picture in your head.

With all that being said, if there is one person in my local life that I expect to be sensitive to my halal needs, it has to be my fellow Singaporean. I am not saying that you have to go out of your way to cater to my diet, but to be honest, a country like Singapore is NEVER short of halal eating places. Seriously, ask me and I can easily name a couple of cheap to posh restaurants in Singapore that are halal. In fact, don’t ask me. Ask my non-Muslim best friend and she can also provide you a list of halal restaurants easily.

And do you know what it takes for her to know? Sensitivity and effort.

Bring that back to my work life and none of what I said above matter anymore. Because my experience thus far with quite a number of people here is that, they just don’t give a damn about your diet. And we are talking about that one place where there are so many Lup Cheongs, Ahmads, Muthus and Pereiras. A local organization.

What is so hard about hosting a lunch or retreat at a place with halal food? It’s not like we are short of such places. In fact, it is a booming industry. I can easily forgive you if you weren’t brought up in Singapore. Perhaps, you might come from a place that is less racially mixed.

But to my fellow Singaporeans, what is your excuse?

16 January 2015

A Losing Battle


Publishing is a demanding and unforgiving, yet an invisible and thankless job. Despite all that, I love what I do. In all honesty, I really do. But lately, there have been changes. A seismic shift. And I am pushed to a fork road where neither paths work in my favour. At first I thought this was going to be a temporary thing but I have since come to realize that I am running after a non-existing goal now. I feel like a lost cause.

20 December 2014

Project Plushies




Photos taken with a Sony Xperia V

Guys, say hello to Waffles and Buttercup.

18 September 2014

My Love for Asian Countries

Looking back, 2012 was a huge turning point for me. Not only did I land my first job, I also went for my first backpack trip. Yes, backpack like literally. I decided that if I wanted to travel cheap, the first thing I needed to chuck out was my luggage. So what I did was carry a small haversack and headed to Vietnam, Ho Chih Minh City, alone, and in the hopes of meeting my Vietnamese ex-classmate from uni. It never happened. The said ex-classmate died on me a day before I was due to fly. She did not reply to both my text and Facebook messages. Even when I was already there, she ignored me, despite all the plans we made previously. To cut this story short, I befriended two other travellers at HCMC airport upon arrival, and thank god we instantly hit off. Think plenty of long-distance motorbike rides, endless halal phos at Basiron and teary goodbyes 5 days later. I also never bothered to contact my ex-classmate anymore. And I guess the feeling was mutual.

When I returned home, I had this insatiable thirst for travel. I knew I needed to get back out there and see what Asia has to offer me with. What I would do to backpack around Asia. Sadly, I couldn’t get out often because of my new job. I was stuck in a 9-5 thing and I hated every second of it. 
 
Before Vietnam, I have been to Hong Kong, Philippines, a bit of Indonesia, and many parts of Malaysia and Australia but nothing captured my heart like Vietnam did. In late 2012, I got another ticket but instead of Vietnam, I decided to visit her neighbour, Cambodia. I brought my family along. And I paid for them. I wanted them to experience what I knew I was about to.

There is something about third-world countries. It makes me feel a jumble of emotions I find really hard to explain. I’ll try.

Thankful
This might come off as selfish but looking at the living conditions of people in these places makes me feel grateful to be born in a country where the standards of living are way, way better. In Singapore, I don’t have to worry about hygiene, catching a random disease, food, transportation, etc. 

Depress.
Homeless children, underage pregnancy, beggars, strangers with untreated wounds, the list goes on. While people in that country are struggling to get through just a day, here I am putting on lame cartoon plasters on my (otherwise god damn painful) paper cut. I wish I could get all the homeless kid an ice cream each because no one feels sad when eating ice cream. I want them to feel happy, even if it will only last a couple of minutes.

Happy
Two kids got an ice cream cone each from me and dad. They thanked us profusely, and then went on their merry way to a group of five others and shared those two tiny cones with each other. 

Ashamed
Because tbh, there is no way in hell I am going to share my ice cream with people. They changed my selfish perspective.

Accomplished
Every day, I set aside about $5 (in their local currency) for charity. I try my best to give every beggar-kid I see on the streets some coins. It may not be much but they were very appreciative of every cent they got from foreigners – me. 

Angry
Human beings never fail to disappoint me. Cambodia tore my heart into pieces. To be exact, the Pol Pot Regime did. Also, why did Prince Sihanouk escape and leave his people behind? What is even more heart breaking is that this happened only recently, in the 1990s, when war weren’t supposed to happen anymore (says naïve me). 

Hopeful
Despite the everyday struggles, people there continue with their lives. The adults try their best to feed their children and these children try their best to care for their even younger siblings. Despite the harsh living conditions, they live, they laugh, and they love. Everyday. It gives me hope that one day, things will get better for them.

So I guess at the end of the day, when I travel, I seek more than just the excitement of being at a new, unknown place. I desire to feel things that I can’t otherwise feel when I am at home. While traveling in these said places don’t cost much, the experience is beyond rich.

Here’s hoping that I get to visit Laos next in 2015!

30 June 2014

Project Fox Pillow





Photos taken with a Nikon P310.

A colleague of mine is leaving us and being the over aged office hipsters we are, I decided to make her a fox pillow. I am just really thankful that she likes it. I think this is one of the easiest project I've done by far. Normally, I use acrylic paint but that evening, I didn't have the luxury of time. So thank you so much, inventor of Sharpie.