I hope you haven’t bought into all that teatox bullshit.


I HOPE you haven’t bought into all that TEATOX bullshit. No, seriously. If you believe those “I lost 7 KG in a week just by drinking this miracle slimming tea!” claims, please STOP. If you asked me to write a post to debunk the teatox hype, I’d have SO MUCH to say, oh trust me I do. I’m NOT sorry to be the bad guy here and say it to your face: IT’S JUST WATER WEIGHT LOSS. AND YOU’LL PUT ALL THE WEIGHT BACK ON AFTER YOU STOP YOUR TEATOX PROGRAM.

There. When it comes to weight loss, it has always been, and will always be, Calories In versus Calories Out.

Now that we are absolutely clear on my position as regards gimmicky slimming tea scams masquerading as wholesome detox programs, I should tell you that I am very much a TEA LOVER. I MUST have tea every day. Every day! I acquired a taste for tea when I embarked on my weight loss journey and needed a low-calorie, preferably natural and flavourful beverage replacement – you know I quit soda, right? – so I started to explore the MIND-BLOWING world of tea. SO MANY varieties to choose from. Dandelion, peppermint, ginger, rosehip, green. AMAZING stuff, I tell you.

When I received some Tealy samples in my BellaBox a few months ago, I was quite thrilled BUT it was really when I tried them out that I started to pay attention to Tealy. Those were some of the YUMMIEST teas I’ve ever had and I am NOT exaggerating.

In fact, when they wrote to me recently to thank me for the mention and asked if I would like to share with you their Christmas promotion, I agreed cos (1) THEY AREN’T SCAMMY, (2) I love their teas very much, (3) I’d been wanting to buy some for myself, (4) there’s an EXTRA DISCOUNT CODE FOR YOU in this post.

So the folks at Tealy sent these over to my office – a box containing 20 bags of Peach Berry Jasmine Sutra Rooibos and a packet containing 7 bags of Rose Oolong. Heaven!           

Some tea love from Tealy!

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What you allow is what will continue.

What you ALLOW is what will CONTINUE. Agree?

The aforesaid notion proposes that, to a great extent, YOU have the power of controlling what goes on in your life.

Remember when I went through hell in October? Things took a turn for the better in the beginning of November, in the form of some much-needed peace and relief. In fact, it started with a BANG cos I ran another half marathon on the first day of November (and in fact, EVERY weekend in November), and EARNED MY FIRST RACE MEDAL on the second. BOOYAH!

Still on the fitness front, I tweaked my training schedule by increasing my minimum week day mileage from 8K to 10K, and slating a half marathon every weekend. So all’s good there. If anything, November made me realise that I’m so much stronger and more stubborn (alternatively, “determined”, as interpreted by the rest) than I ever knew. Despite all that has happened, I skipped ZERO training sessions. It’s all about COMMITMENT, really.   

On the adult life front, though, the final weeks of November SUCKED SO BAD. Flung me right back into darkness. As I type this, I’m still trapped. It’s like a FREAKIN’ ROLLER COASTER RIDE. Yup, life is a roller coaster.

In the midst of my struggles, I’ve had some pretty nasty, recurring feelings. Although I’m somewhat past the “WHY ME?!” stage, bits of resentment still linger. Like I shouldn’t have to suffer injustice, unfair treatment, unnecessary extensive use and abuse, all of which robbed me of TIME. Precious time I’ll never get back – hours I would have liked to spend by myself, healing, and with those who matter most to me.

I FEEL MENTALLY WORN OUT. It’s like having October happen. ALL. OVER. AGAIN.

So, back to the first line of this post. I ALLOWED it all to happen. There, there. I’m claiming responsibility.

Whilst fighting to survive, pursuing self-betterment, and juggling other bits of my life, I repeatedly remind myself that all this suffering is life’s training. Life beats you up and puts you through shit. It builds walls to stop you from reaching your goals just to see how bad you want to succeed. Only the really strong ones continue to fight and emerge STRONGER. The weak ones give up, beaten. It’s all about battling and WINNING.

I allow things to happen. What I allow is what will continue.

It all boils down to CHOICE, no? I could’ve chosen to run away, retreat to my comfort zone, forget about everything else. Get warm fuzzy comfy hiding in a secret world of rainbows and unicorns, eating marshmallows all day long. Nice.


I chose to allow life to throw me punches. And I choose to continue fighting. If I stopped, I wouldn’t have TRULY LIVED. If it doesn’t challenge me, it doesn’t change me. To remain stagnant is to lead a purposeless life. OH GAWD SO BORING.

NAW. What can I say, I like a challenge. ;)  

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How to be happy like a boss, rising starlet and rock diva all at the same time.

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WHO WOULDN’T want to be happy? Who wouldn’t want to be a boss, rising starlet and rock diva, all at the same time? I know I do.


OK, I lied. Maybe not ALL AT THE SAME TIME, but if I showered four times a day, I could do it all in one day.

Because. I’ve currently got FOUR fragrances on rotation, depending on how I want to feel that day. Problem? They depart from my usual brand choices, which makes things… challenging. Perfume is very personal, i.e. COMPLETELY SUBJECTIVE. But hey, I can take a challenge (or four), so….

If you’re anything like me when it comes to perfume, you’d probably NEVER consider:

….Hugo Boss? NO.

…….Gucci? WHAT, NO!

………..Escada? NEVER!

Well, things are about to get interesting; I’m wearing brands I normally wouldn’t, and I actually LIKE them. If that says anything at all, it means you’d better start piling these bottles into your SHOPPING basket

Cos it’s that time of the year again – CHRISTMAS, SILLY. Not that you NEEDED an excuse.

Be a (girl) BOSS

First up, the latest offering from Hugo Boss – Ma Vie Pour Femme EDP, which campaign is fronted by the lovely Gwyneth Paltrow. Who impressed me with her abs and rendition of “Happy” on Glee.

Be a (girl) BOSS with Ma Vie Pour Femme EDP

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If you wanna WIN some, you gotta SNAP some. So says BellaBox.

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As you read this, I’m prolly glued to my desk at work. Yep, on a SUNDAY. In fact, I’ve been stuck in the office THE WHOLE WEEKEND. Got home pretty late last night BUT for you, I managed to get this post out today. Because something SOCIAL is brewing over at BellaBox SNAP & UPLOAD a picture of your favourite item from BellaBox November 2014 to WIN a LIMITED EDITION BellaBox valued at SGD100. DEETS HERE. You have until 14 December 2014.

(Juuuust in case you think my job is keeping me away from fitness…. BAM! I logged a half marathon before work yesterday morning. That’s in addition to my usual 10K every weekday morning. #noexcuses) 

I was pretty amused when I saw the Insta-sticker. HOW CUTE! And the infocard. PERFECT for an Instagram addict like me. This month’s theme couldn’t have been implemented at a better time; these days I’m majorly obsessed with checking out photos of like-minded weirdos on Instagram, in between Facebooking and reading on my Kindle, at bedtime. If you haven’t already followed me on there, YOU’RE NOT COOL.      

If you wanna WIN some, you gotta SNAP some. So says BellaBox.

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I am selectively social so I hide from my neighbours.

EVERY MORNING WHEN I’m about to leave home, I make sure there’s no one outside. If I hear my neighbours, I peek through the peep hole and wait until they’ve left before I open my door. If they appear to be hanging around and show no signs of leaving, and if I was in a hurry, I’ll make a mad dash out without making eye contact. Yup, I’m weird, I know. Because I am SELECTIVELY SOCIAL. And it has got absolutely NOTHING to do with my sanity, I swear.

There are days when I do not feel like talking to anybody at all. I become reclusive, withdrawn, and very silent. On those same days, the moment I see my best friend, I go on and on about anything and everything, it’s almost impossible to shut me up.

It’s like there are two of me – one open and outgoing, the other allergic to people. Whilst there’s no particular “rule” or “pattern” governing my behaviour, I wouldn’t exactly attribute my feelings and reactions to randomness. It’s just the way I am.

I hate to lie. I hate to pretend to be someone I am not. So I’m putting this out there once and for all, my confession to these 10 things which may either surprise you, or which you may relate to. In case of the latter, welcome to the selectively social club, where we don’t meet, talk, or share on certain days. If there’s an important issue you wish to raise, emailing is OK and perhaps you’ll receive a response on a non-hermit day.

My 11th post on Solo Wandergirl: Yes, I am SELECTIVELY SOCIAL and I CONFESS to these 10 things.Please feel free to not leave your comments below. I wish you a good day, free from unnecessary social interactions. xx J  

OMG. MCM featured me on their blog. Me, my backpack and Peanut Butter.

PEANUT BUTTER being my PINK MCM LION. Or “PB” for short. You know, the one you see hanging from my MCM Dual Stark of late.

So the other day I was just casually browsing MCM’s blog. Came across THIS ENTRY on backpacks. Then I saw a girl who looks so DANG FAMILIAR. In the blog post.


With my Dual Stark hanging from my left shoulder, Peanut Butter the Lion attached to its side. 




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I cannot go on any more.


That’s what I told myself sometime in the middle of last month.

October was EXTREMELY trying for me. Mostly due to work. A month-long court trial. Days I had to turn up at work earlier, knock off later, and work through weekends whilst others could spend time enjoying whatever they wanted. #jealous

Rose at 4:30AM to get my workout done. Had my breakfast earlier. Left home earlier. Had my dinner much later cos I got home later. I’m MAJORLY OCD about my routine and meal times; naturally I was upset at having to adapt to new timings. VERY UNHAPPY.

But it’s all part of BEING AN ADULT. A-freakin-dult.

Things change. Circumstances change. You don’t always get your way. In life, the only thing that remains constant is CHANGE.

When October began, I told myself to SUCK IT UP, BUTTERCUP cos I knew that on 31 October 2014, I’d emerge so much stronger, mentally and emotionally. And I DID. I freakin’ SURVIVED.

So many times throughout October I’d wished I could go to sleep and wake up only when October ended. A new routine, a heavier workload, being robbed of healing hours and having to juggle everything made me think, “I CANNOT GO ON ANY MORE!” more often than I’d like.

But TWO WORDS got me through. 

Loitering somewhere in the shadows, peering out shyly… “I CAN.”

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Walt Disney’s Big Hero 6 blew my mind SO BAD I’m experiencing after-effects.

SO WALT DISNEY’S latest offering COMPLETELY blew my mind. No, I’m not delusional enough to still be talking about Frozen. I’m referring to BIG HERO 6, open in theatres TODAY.

I attended the media preview last Saturday without great expectations; after all, I’d never heard of Big Hero 6. Have you? I thought, “What happened to Big Heroes 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5? Is this the 6th part of a series I never paid attention to?”

If you’re thinking the same, why, let me educate you. *assumes an air of pomposity* Big Hero 6 is a Marvel Comics superhero team, which inspired this animation. There, there.

Walt Disney's Big Hero 6 theatrical release poster

The media release states that Big Hero 6 is made by the same people behind Frozen and Wreck-It Ralph – both of which I LOVED. Should be good then. When I receive media preview invitations, there are 2 things I DON’T DO: (1) I DON’T watch the trailer, and (2) I DON’T read the movie plot in detail. I like to assess a movie with an open, empty mind.

I DID however notice a large white fluffy marshmallowy character, whom I labelled as “cousin of the Michelin Man” and brushed off as the unlikeliest of superheroes. That’s BAYMAX. Boy, did he grow on me – and I dare say – ALL of us! He made some of us WEEP SO BAD (not me I didn’t). After the screening, I saw some kids flaunting Baymax plushies. I was mad envious. I WANT A BAYMAX PLUSHIE TOO. >:( 

Walt Disney's Big Hero 6 theatrical release poster

Because I’m super considerate, I won’t spoil the show for you.

Because I’m also very nice, I have to WARN you about some… AFTER-EFFECTS I’ve been experiencing since I stepped out of the theatre.

Because you may get them too. 

If you don’t like being completely clueless like me when you enter the theatre, WATCH THE TRAILER. 

(1) I want to create my own bot and join an underground BOT FIGHTING competition

because our brazen prodigy Hiro Hamada made a silly-looking bot that took down the most impressive bot in an underground bot fighting competition. Think Real Steel on a mini scale BUT

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Fitbit Flex changed my life. If you want to lose weight, READ THIS.

AHHH…. FITBIT FLEX, HOW I LOVE YOU SO. Dang, what took me so long to write this post! I received my Fitbit Flex from Robert Langdon on Valentine’s Day. I wear it EVERY DAY. It in fact mothered that spark of insanity that triggered my evolution into a runnerFITBIT FLEX CHANGED MY LIFE.

And if your goal is to lose weight, I highly recommend you recruit Fitbit into your arsenal, for wonderful reasons I set out in this post. Basically, Flex is an activity and sleep tracker. Sounds like a simple device, but it changed my activity habits COMPLETELY. #mindblown

Whilst its price tag of SGD129 doesn’t exactly put it in the “affordable” category, it’s HANDS DOWN one of the BEST investments you can make. You know how they always encourage you to walk at least 10,000 steps a day? Well, get ready to become OBSESSED.

Did you know, Fitbit recently announced upcoming new releases - Fitbit Charge, Charge HR and Surge. Fitbit, if you’re reading this, I CALL DIBS ON SURGE.

This little thing changed my life.

This changed my life.NOBODY likes to read a stuffy review. I’ll spare you deets like how to configure your Flex, download the phone app, blah blah blah cos you’re clever enough to figure it out yourself.

So, that little strap around my wrist you spot popping up in my OOTD shots on Instagram. I have four colours and I call them Chanel Black, Celine Navy, Hermès Orange and Tiffany Blue.

Hermès Orange.

This is Hermès Orange.

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So… I earned my first race medal on Sunday!

IN APRIL, I swore that I would earn my first race medal before the year is up. I was pretty new to running then and had just begun training with Couch-to-5K.

Ha, ha, ha. HAHA. HA.


I know, right. DANG RIDICULOUS. Me? Race medal? OH PLEASE. I was new to the sport. I was CRAP at running. I was relying on a phone app for training. I should be so glad I didn’t pass out every morning. WHY ON EARTH would I join a public race? So I can embarrass myself in the presence of THOUSANDS of other runners? Am I shameless? I ain’t a REAL runner!

But if you know me well enough, you’ll also know that I HATE breaking promises.

Unfortunately, my whole life, I could barely run 100 metres without feeling like I was going to DROP DEAD. That was my fitness level. ZERO. A couch potato, ass nestled deep into that warm seat, stuffing moarrrr potatoes into my mouth.

Then came my lifestyle change. I lost weight mainly by forming new, good eating habits. Calories In versus Calories Out – it’s THAT simple. Sure, I brisk walked and took up ballet. Apart from that, I had NO active interest in bodily exercise. I couldn’t run to save my life. I didn’t NEED to run anyway. Why should I torture myself? I DESPISED RUNNING.

If a zombie apocalypse happens, I’LL TURN INTO A ZOMBIE.

BUT the Universe certainly has a wicked sense of humour. My life changed the day I felt the desire to begin running. I trained in the mornings before work. Day after day, week after week. My stamina improved. I could run without stopping. I could run further.

In the process of bettering myself, I FELL IN LOVE WITH RUNNING.

I bet the Universe watched me from a distance, chuckling gleefully and feeling dang clever for having pulled off this devious prank so flawlessly.

So I ran. 2K, 3K, 4K. Weeks later, I started running 5K daily. Then I challenged myself. 6K, 7K, 8K. Which then became 10K, 11K, 12K… 15K, 16K18K… and a eventually, half marathons. All on my own.

The half marathon I crushed, one day before I earned my first race medal.

Thereeeee you have it, my short running history. For a while, I toyed with the idea of joining a race and DOING something for me. Despite the fact that I’d been running consistently, there was still a shyness – and FEAR – that stopped me from running in an official race.

One evening, I decided I will no longer let fear tell me what to do. I wanted to prove to myself that I AM capable of getting out there. As ironic as this sounds, I needed to EARN my confidence. I needed to show fear that I ain’t listening to its bullcrap any more.


Like, over the weekend I ran my first race. See this? This small round metal plate hanging from a strap in signature kebaya… none other than the inaugural SIA Charity Run 2014, yo. I ran not just for me, but also for a good cause. NOW WHO KICKS ASS!

Run STRONG, run FREE, run HAPPY, and run with a CHARITABLE HEART.  

My first race medal!

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