Right where you want me

I spent the whole of yesterday with wonderful company. Pics from Shu! (Thanks babe!)

First up, Shu, her sis, and I headed down Canele for a dose of quality desserts.

Salade “Canele” –Crab meat, tomato, hard boiled egg, mesclun salad, sunflower and pumpkin seeds with citrus vinaigrette.


Cafe Caramel–Milk chocolate coffee mousse, chocolate genoise with expresso, salty caramel and hazelnut feullitine. I love this. Orgasmic! Cos I love caramel, and this salty caramel is just purrfect. Kinda reminded me of the squid ink ice-cream I had in Hakkodate. Yummy!


Matcha–Delicate green tea mousse and chestnut cremeux layered with green tea biscuit and almond crumble.

Shu’s sister, Ning, had this. She said it was good but the base is too sweet, as compared to the light mousse.


Shu’s order, Calamasi Sorbet. Potently sour, but wow, I loved it.


Next up, we headed to Arab street while Ning went back to school. Ning is uber talented, I simply love her drawings! She said they’re just sketches, but it’s enough to take my breath away.

Arab street is a cool place to go shopping, we went there to get some crystals. I’m glad we went to the right shop… 

Me: Uncle, how much does the tweezers cost?

Uncle: Very expensive! A grand total of 2 dollars!

And just before we left, he said, “If you need to get 1 carat diamonds next time when you get married, look for me, my brother is a diamonds trader.”


Afterwhich, Haji Lane!

I love shopping there with almost no one else. There, shu and I had tonnes of fun looking at quirky stuff. It’s a good place to make small talk with fashion students too!

And then, a fashion merchanising student asked, “Is your bag a YSL? Oh, I love your wallet!”

My day was made.

It was comfortable walking with a good friend down the tiny lanes, small roads, catching up, pointing out at random small things, laughing, sharing jokes.




Postsecret Sunday/ Love we deserve

I’ve made up my mind, don’t need to think it over,
If I’m wrong I am right, don’t need to look no further,
This ain’t lust, I know this is love.

But if i tell the world, I’ll never say enough,
Cause it was not said to you, and that’s exactly what I need to do,
If I’m in love with you.

Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere, or would it be a waste?

Fly around in circles, wait then as my heart drops,
and my back begins to tingle.

Finally could this be it?

No more chasing pavements. I’m standing still.


Saw this bunny at Carrefore and got reminded of Blackie. They’re so cute, aren’t they?

When in Indonesia, have J.Co (even tho we have it here too).

Local food found at Mungga Dua.

Japanese food

And I got bored–my grandma’s and mine. My mum said, “You look like you’re not wearing shorts.” Well, I was.

Very importantly, Christian Louboutin.

Uber Sexy!

My dad loves this clutch. He asked, “Is it possible they do one for men?”

I love this!

I think it’s sexy to wear heels this high and strut down the streets. The contrast between black and red is just alluring.


Just tell me how can anyone not fall for these? Any maybe in some cases, fall in these..

Postsecret Sunday/ I’m not that cruel

Sometimes, we need a little more patience..

Christian Louboutins.

Here I am. In front of Dad’s lappie, eating Resse Buttercups(damn sinful but I gymmed!).

I have to blog.

Because. I was walking along the shops at Plaza Indonesia.

And then. I saw Christian Louboutin.

Their flagship store–we don’t even have one in Singapore. Louboutins are sold in Pedder Red only! It’s sad, that the Louboutins don’t even have a store to call their own in Singapore. (Manolo Blahnik has a store too!)

And I insisted that my mum, dad and grandma enter the shop. I tell you, it’s crazy. They have Louboutins hanging from the ceiling. Shoes with matching clutches.

“You have so many pairs of shoes already!”, they all said in unison.

“You can’t compare them to a Louboutin! I don’t have a Louboutin yet! and I was thinking of getting one for my 21s!”, I said.

“That’s stepping on thousand over dollars!” my grandma said.

Ah, that’s my obssession with shoes, esp Louboutins, for they have that sexy red base. Even my grandma found that very sexy!

Snap snap snap. I took pictures of the shoes, while the shoes took my breath away.

Visual Orgasm. Yes, that’s the best word to use.

A Leopard print clutch caught my dad’s eye–geez, he said he likes it but can’t possibly carry it! So what did I say? “Buy for me lah!”

“Ok ok, after my next business deal, I buy. Then you just sit by the cafe with the Louboutins and watch the world go by…”

Just then, before I smiled(was preparing to say, “really ah!”), my mum said, “You have to keep the money for her UK trip!”

Haha, had a fun time at the shop. And if you’re thinking it’s a pity I won’t be laying hands on a Louboutins if not for my mum, you’re wrong.  Because I would want to use my own money for those Sexy Louboutins.

For as much I love some of those designer darlings, I firmly believe that those sould only reflect my earning abilities, not of any others.

And at least for now, we all know I got my genes from my dad when it comes to shoes and bags! Oh, plus the vainity part!

Psst. Christian collaborated with famous photographer David Lynch and they have created an exhibition featuring rare shoes by Louboutin, they are on show at the Pierre Passebon Gallery. The exhibition is named ‘Fetish’.–How apt! Can’t blame me, some people searching eagerly for soulmates, but I prefer to search for solemates.

Psst. Psst. Will have those Sexy Sexy Heels’ pics posted up when I’m back in Singapore.

Psst Psst Psst. Did anyone call me from Hong Kong?

Psst Psst Psst Psst. If you guys want anything ffrom Jakarta, email me!


I tried to write a complete coherent post, but found it almost impossible. My brains must have been on a holiday too long for my comfort. As such, I resort to writing a post with paragraphs tha hardly link to each other. Plus, this is yet another no-brainer post..just decided to blog before I leave for the airport.

Just over the weekends, my mum decided that she has to do something, to save my lappie..so off she went to the repairman(thank god for the 3-yrs warranty).
Afterwhich, I received 3 calls from the repairman in a day.
First call, telling me that one of my two rams broke down, so he ordered a new one.
Second call was embarassing–“Hello Miss Lee, I realised that your keyboard is damaged cos you spilled nail polish on it, I tried to remove it, but it’s quite serious, so do you want me to have it replaced?”. I clumsily/stupidly/anything-along-that-line spilled my nail varish when I was lying on bed, painting my nails while watching “Sex and the City”. It must have been some juicy/exciting episode that got me engross.
Third call, to tell me the lappie’s battery is very weak. Needs to be replaced too…
I never knew my lappie was under so much suffering…

I spent the entire morning trying to pack my luggage. Luckily my mum ain’t home, or she’ll kill me for bringing..
1) 4 pairs of shoes,
2) more than a week’s clothes,
3) more than generous amount of UV protection, moisturiser and the likes of essentials..just for a five day trip. No choice, for I don’t really believe in travelling light. I need what I need and you’ll never know where you have to go with certain dress codes. No compromises.

Just as we were drinking at Swissotel’s Introbar that night, I realise that I get tipsy far too easily, just after a Bailey’s Martini and something else, which I ordered and almost immediately forgot. What happens when Jaslin gets slightly tipsy? Giggle, I think. Geez! Little wonder I hardly drink, and if I do, only in front of people close to me.

Okie Dokie, I better get ready, before my mama returns and kills me.


Postsecret Sunday

I just read a blog about lost love.
For the longest time, I felt my heart ache a little for the person I don’t know.
Her heartache, her lost, her love.

Then I finally understand what really hold me back.
The lost—–am I able to handle it?
I don’t think I’m strong enough to look back and remember that life was better when the someone was with me, seeing me through.
I would rather always be alone than to have love and lost.
I may have to hoover around the comfort zone of being me, myself and I for a long time before I take the plunge.

I’ve seen, I’ve heard, I’ve experienced.
It’s ever so often that I get entangled in other people’s love affairs that I feel like the invisible third party trying to make things right for the other two.
That’s how I gradually lose faith.

In the game of love,
there are bound to be winners and losers.
I just don’t like the idea of the zero-sum game.
Maybe it’s a case of “I love you. But I love me more”.

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