HO CHI MINH CITY DIARIES #1

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

26 December 2014. My trip to the capitalist city of Vietnam end of last year was an extremely relaxing one, despite being among the hustle and bustle of the city. It was filled with cafe hopping excursions and well, basically nothing else other then immersing ourselves with the Vietnamese culture. The coffee scene there is insane, so does the culinary scene. However, my first day there was practically ruined by the severe stomach bug I was experiencing at dawn the day itself before my departure flight. Dehydrated and lethargic, I wasted my whole morning and afternoon dozing off in bed and thankfully, I recovered. Not surprise, I still had energy to drag myself out of bed, dressed and painted myself as well as walked many blocks to search for this cafe and boutique that all the locals and tourists are raving about. 
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EXISTENCE IN LIFE.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

VCR Coffee. My usual lunch break scene. 

Sometimes I think my sole purpose in life is to eat. No pun intended. That is how much I enjoy food. Never a big eater, but a sampler. Lately I have been keeping watch on my food intake and trying to go on a carbs-free diet but to no avail. Obviously, I did not succeed for the carbs part. 
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BALENCIAGA PAPIER

Saturday, January 3, 2015

There is something of Le Bal packed nicely in a box, knotted with a ribbon. During Ghesquiere's tenure in Balenciaga, you would not think of the fashion house for being minimalist. The in-house best selling bags were the least of that definition. Rugged was practically the word to describe them. My mom has one. It is definitely good for everyday use. A bag which you can chuck all your knick knacks in it and not worry about a scratch because after all, the signature look was its cracked leather. 

Now, since A.Wang took over, the house did a 360 turn. Minimal and all. Even the bags. Gone were the cracked leathers, and in with the supple ones that need to be handled with care. His team created a whole new collection taking inspiration from its best selling predecessor but with cleaner lines and a more minimalistic look.  Love at first sight. 
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PART CINQ

Friday, January 2, 2015

Maison Fran├žaise, Kuala Lumpur
It seems like it was just a year ago when we were in our freshmen year studying for our Managerial 101 finals, with a large box of barbeque chicken pizza. It was five years ago. Time does fly when you aren't paying attention. 
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THE FRONT SLIT

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Wood Wood sweater  ⏐  Zara skirt  ⏐ vintage Coach bag  ⏐  J.Crew necklace  ⏐  Miista heels  ⏐  Chanel and Folli Follie accessories 
These days my lunch time occasionally involves OOTD shots at an empty unit near my office block. The industrial and minimalist vibe makes the location the perfect place for an impromptu shoot using the ever reliable iPhone. High-slit skirts infiltrated the fall runways last February. Whether the slash is up-to-there or slightly more demure, the sultry detail is toned down on lengthier, yet contoured silhouettes. The slit skirt is an utterly versatile investment. For me, I prefer slits that don't cut too deep. Just a good amount of bottom skin revealed, along with a cozy sweater is the prefect go-to-outfit during the colder months.
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GOODBYE YEAR 2014, AND THANK YOU

Monday, December 29, 2014

2014 has been an exciting yet challenging year for me. To sum it up, I travelled a lot, interned, left a country after six years and got a permanent job. I was at a major quarter life crisis, figuring out my path. For the first half of the year, I was funemployed, interning at a jewelry company, loving life and seeing where it takes me. The beau left for home early this year, but it took me awhile to truly decide whether I would want to stay on or leave too. I chose the latter but I decided to stay on a little longer. I wasn't ready to drop everything, pack my bags and leave a country where I got so accustomed to. I definitely had my doubts of living alone at a two bedroom unit. Unfortunately, I am the kind of person that fears loneliness. So the thought of living alone was my own nightmare. But I am happy to say that I learnt to love living solo. This was when I actually felt I grew wiser and learnt the true meaning of being independent. It was also that time where I met new people, made new close friends and did a road trip with a bunch of people that I called my second family on a foreign soil. Basically, the six months changed my life. I learnt the empowerment and independence of growing up. I left for home for good in May, six bags and five boxes with me. Imagine the look on my dad's face when he saw my cargo. Countless urging, one week of job applications, and four interviews later, I took a job at a German based e-commerce company in August and has been experiencing the real world ever since. I am taking it step by step, not fretting where life takes me. 2014 was great; 2015 will be better.
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JOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas my lovelies, and Happy Holidays! My day consist of feasting on a Christmas brunch at my favourite French joint and talking to my parents virtually. Other than that, it is just a relaxing day at home and doing some packing for my upcoming trip to Saigon. I am never going to buy into the notion of spending Christmas at a mall, Asian style because the malls are like a madhouse and the crowds suffocate me. Typical introverts.
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FARM TO FORK CHRISTMAS EVE DINNER. 2014.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

This year is the first in many years where I spend Christmas in a different environment and setting. The beau and I decided to spend our Christmas Eve dinner at ROOST, one of our newfound favourite joints for food. I love the concept of all things locally farmed and sourced, as it bring back memories of how eateries in the western culture are. Six courses and three glasses of wine later, the meal ended with a high note when we were served with complimentary mulled wine. Warm and fuzzy. It was only a year ago where I was freezing in negative double digit weather and eagerly gulping down mulled wine in a plastic cup at a Christmas Market. As I said, great memories.
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