The first item I bought from Blanc Bleu was about four sizes too big – a washed-out, jeans blue and oversized jumper with white stripes around the lower third. It was so baggy it almost reached my knees. The sleeves kept on slipping over the back of my hands and right up to my fingertips. […]
The past few weeks have been oddly exhausting. Not because of what has happened; rather because of what could have happened. It’s all good news (or potentially none at all), but still, being kept in limbo for weeks, depending on a multitude of other people to make it happen (or not) has been wearing me […]
Being partly adopted, as a child I often wondered how life had turned out had my mother left me with my grandparents. Had I been the one to choose, I am sure my childhood would have turned out less wounding. Certainly, foster parents do a great job in a huge number of cases. But if […]
It’s bloody hard. There is no other way to put it, looking for an agent/publisher is one of the most painful and frustrating things I have put myself through so far. Because writing the novel has been fairly easy, I naively thought that getting it published would be too. HA!
The knock on the door must have fallen on deaf ears. Taking a deep breath, I push the handle down and step inside, prepared to be overwhelmed by the sweet smell of rotten flowers and stale air. ‘Hello Grandma.’ I bend down and wrap my arms around the old lady’s shoulders, resting my cheek against […]
I write like Ernest Hemingway. Says website I write. Their innovative and technologically advanced analysis tool evaluates your writing style and gives a pretty *coughs* accurate account of which famous writer you are comparable to. Ernest and me. Like two peas in a pod. Apart from my liking for rum cola, I am having a hard time figuring […]
Five days post the spray tan experiment, and I am still glowing. I have experimented greatly with the scrumptious products in the goodie bag; I have dabbed, massaged and patted and am definitely hooked now.
When I first arrived in London, one sunny day in April 2005, three things struck me as far more bizarre than the usual craziness you’d expect from moving countries: Left-hand-traffic and its potential to provide for my untimely death. The diminutive effect on £550 if put towards a flatshare in Notting Hill. Streaky shades of […]
‘No playdates, no sleepovers, no complaining about the lack of the aforementioned.’ Long before I got hold of her controversial book Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, Amy Chua had managed to create a rather authoritarian (if not malicious) image of herself inside my head. When the author of the contentious article Why Chinese Mothers […]
Flipping through one of my favourite magazines, my attention got caught by the above image. I am not a prudish person. Still, I found myself wondering why exactly the model’s breast is exposed. I don’t mind people going topless at the beach if that’s what makes them happy. I don’t mind a bit of erotic […]