Baju Kurong

Don in my Malay traditional costume, the Baju Kurong, I went to my guy's brother solemnization. I shall give myself a pat for not succumbing to my temptation which is to wear my favourite Malay costume - the Baju Kebaya. As much as the Baju Kurong dwarfed the height out of me, I love how comfortable and unconstrained it made me feel. And what's not to love, the Baju Kurong is gold in colour. Accessorized with only a strand of pearls, it's just simplicity at the very best.

Baju Kurong: ??
Bag: Salvatore Ferragamo
Shoe: Charles & Keith
Necklace: Avon


The hantaran (dowry).

Us whackos crashed the bride and groom during their photoshoot. I love the Bollywood costumes this newly weds had on. Oh, the bride's costume was flowy like a princess, with gold embroidery at the seams. Seriously she looked like a doll and I can't help but laugh when she complain her head felt heavy from the veil and the gordilocks extension she had on. Ahaha.

(p/s: To know more about Malay weddings, go here)

One month old

Today, my blog has been officially running for a month! As this is a first for me, it sure is an achievement. Hip hip hooray! I treated myself to a trip at one of my favourite malls, and let's just say today wasn't my "good buys" days. I ended up with only three items but I adore them to bits! I needed a new ballerina flats as my much loved patent died on me. I gave up looking until I found this stall and being the ever curious me, I went to check it out and bingo! I got myself this leopard flats which, looks oddly familiar. Then I remember seeing it on someone's feet. It was from Target!

Anyway, I have a story. Totally unrelated to fashion but I feel like sharing so read on! Earlier today we headed to our favourite Noodle stall over at Haig Road since we havn't been there for ages. Only when we were a few steps away from the stall did we remember that the stall is closed for every Wednesday! Anyhow, we had our lunch at a different stall and as my Laksa wasn't tasty, I didn't finish it. Then, along came a man who mumbled something that I completely did not understand. Originally we thought he wanted to clear the table, but just as I lifted my butt off the stool, he hurriedly sat down on it and began savouring my leftovers! I didn't notice it at first until my guy nudged me and the lady on the next table shriek! I was disgusted to put it mildly for he was in his 20s, able-bodied and probably could get a job had he tried. Oh well. The only thing that got to me was the fact that he ate my last slice of tasty Popiah which I had completely forgotten all about.