THE BEACH TRIP

It's funny how I've always lived in coastal area but never seem to make full use out of it. Even funnier when all three of us refused to get our feet wet and stayed under those shaded huts for cover instead. What were we doing there anyway? All in all, we had a pretty amazing time.

THE OTHER DAY

Some snapshots of my getaway to Kuala Lumpur two weeks ago. Pictures of my purchases coming up soon (:

Quack quack. I would like to thank Duckalicious for the Blogger of the Month feature. I'm Miss July (woohoo!). Well, I must say I had goosebumps looking at myolder styles LOL. Anyway, do check her out and show her some love.
Have a great weekend everyone!

CROSSING BORDERS

I travelled around 300 miles again with my sisters and a friend and did some shopping to spend the weekend. Among my purchases are the late
double connecting rings, both from F21. Got myself a necklace from Diva as well cos it was darn cheap and also thrifted some gold coloured
watches, finally.
I think it's official that I'm a little addicted to gold.

RANDOM BLISS

(Forever21 tees, bangles from Soak Republic, Le Clothes maxi skirt, strappy grey sandals and Givenchy-inspired bag)

The previous Saturday was a fun-filled one, where I travelled almost 200 miles just to make my weekend a lil different by reuniting with my bff,
Sara. We snapped lotsa pics, talked and shared our interests in fashion (she's the only one besides my family who talks fashion in a way I do),
ate and giggled. I had an awesome time, really.

The day after was Father's Day and we spent the night watching the much awaited Toy Story 3. Perhaps some of you might think I am a little too
old for Toy Stories but for me, we are never too old for movies. One maybe too young, but never too old. Anyway, a special shoutout to my Dad,
though we may not have said this often or have ever said this, but we love you. Thank you for raising us up well and for being the greatest Dad,
after our Heavenly Father (:



Happy Father's Day, Papa.

MORE THAN A MANIC MONDAY

THE BIRTHDAYS


The months before were filled with celebrations where 3 birthdays and a wedding, were cramped hectically into it. The birthday boys and girls are
my dad, my brother and my mom. The cake pictured is one of Mom's favourite - Pandan cream cake. And Dad's oriental taste for food are depicted
well in the next pic. We ate and ate and not forgetting burning them thru our routined jog/walks for the wedding a week after.

THE WEDDING


Mom and I. My family and I attended Rebecca's future sister in law's wedding dinner reception. Rebecca was like JLo in The Wedding Planner,
minus everything about the movie except the planning part. She even prepared a heart warming slides for the newly-weds which got some into
tears. I was wearing everything Mango whilst Mom had on a beautifully-sequined vintage dress in oceanic hues, which was a gift from Rebecca.
I was a lil sceptical about that dress at first until Mom tried it on. I guess Rebecca was right that it was indeed a beautiful dress. Mom was basically
beyond dazzling that night.

THE TRIPS













Another week after was Malacca. My fam and I finally kept our words on this family trip to Malacca, one the states in Malaysia, which also
happens to be the most historical state here, which also happens to be a place where my mom grew up. My sisters and I got our outfit figured out
a week before but as all of us were, well, taking our time off from blogging, we didn't plan on something blog-worthy. So basically, it was comfort
over style. The trip was fun, I had a great time - we all had. But on the food sector, it was kind of disappointing as our tastebuds were craving for
something more and all we had was close to tasteless. Maybe we need a tourguide on that.
I sighed at the sight of the last picture - Leaving Malacca without any of those simply adds on to my list of regrets. I blamed it on the crowd, who
kept pushing us to go forward so it was quite impossible to just stop and savour them rings.

A day after Malacca, I flew to the People's Republic of China for work, for a week. My colleague and I were litterally lost en route and in translation,
and had a little too much of Gung Fu tea. A week felt like forever there. We couldn't wait to pack our bags for home.