A year ago i felt like i desperately needed to clear out my material possessions, and constantly parroted that desire to Faridah (which was probably more of an out-loud reminder to myself).
Half a year later, I spoke to May from Rémy Cointreau, who suggested we throw a party in my apartment (cos it IS a beautiful and safe space!)
A month ago, Paperless approached me to collaborate for e-invites and i thought, “How perfect… all these elements aligned for me to release this energy for new things to enter!” I have people like Val stating that the world doesn’t work this way, but i disagree… It’s obviously existing for me!
Behold my card design made using Paperless! I simply had to choose one out of hundreds of template designs, adjust font colours + sizes, personalize my message, choose designs for the background + envelope, and manage RSVPs with tracking intact. I wish i’d known about this platform much sooner!
For some reason, a number of people were confused, especially with a ‘no boys allowed’ disclaimer.
“My husband asked why he can’t come…” shared a gf.
I, in turn, was a little indignant that i wanted a space that allowed my closest gfs to be who they are with no subconscious expectations or inclinations. I didn’t know what the big deal was. I freaking LOVE my male friends, but once in a while – girl time is SO important to us, and i didn’t want to deny myself and my girls this occasion! We need spaces where we can function or just BE and simply share our stories with each other.
I’d invited my closest girlfriends, people i trust, people i feel are authentic, have no second agendas, and are just there to have a good time and connect with other beings.
I felt like people forgot why they throw a party in the first place.
Sure, i made a reason to build towards – cleansing my material space. But i wanted gfs who loved a good cocktail to come together to chit chat and HAVE FUN.
In my head, i felt this the opportune occasion (and major deadline) to finally clear out the horror that is my store room (actually a 3rd bedroom but rendered useless as that).
“Without a deadline, i’d never do it!” I lamented earnestly to Val.
He knew i meant it, and gave me my space to deal with this… black hole.
I spent hours sorting it out. Days, actually.
WHO KNEW! A single female in her mid-30s could accumulate SO MANY THINGS. I was abhorred. Horrified. Embarrassed. More shocked, than anything else, at myself. This is where my money went! All these THINGS and ITEMS that i impulsively purchased on a whim. Plus all these free clothes and gifts from brands and events! #TheJoyceStruggle
The evening after Friday’s KL Fashion Week and late into the night, i spent 8 hours tiding non-stop. I was on a roll. I even missed Rahul’s birthday dinner at Fuego cos i knew there was no way i could leave that mess behind and expect it to solve itself by noon the next day when set up was to start.
All the amazing photos below by Jane Lee @janethecrazy.
Friend: “Oh, i see now why you need to purge! Where did you get the Beatle’s art piece? Wanna sell it?”
Me: “This is not the purge corner, i still want to keep these. Nice try, but NO!”
Pictured above: paraphernalia from JLC event/KL, Paris, Bali, Amsterdam, Tokyo, London and Tanzania.
Carved animal pencils from Tanzania magnified by glass from India Jane in London, with Thomas Ruff poster from Tokyo pictured in bg.
Award-winning mixologist Angel Ng, who was champion of La Maison Cointreau 2014, took over the bar that day. I first met her when she was bartending in Hit & Mrs, before she left and started her own bar PS150. Never would i have thought i’d have her happily mixing drinks in my home…. You are welcome to come back anytime!
I made four trips to Banyan Tree KL within the first two weeks it was open..! A little much, i know. The first time was when Sasha and i were going to have a girl’s night out on a Friday (before it was launched) and we enthusiastically traipsed 45 minutes (IN OUR HIGH HEELS NO LESS) to avoid insane Friday evening traffic. I can’t believe i walked from Mandarin Oriental (where i had a meeting prior) to Banyan Tree (which is across Pavilion, next to Pullman Hotel).
To our dismay, Vertigo was shut for a private event that Friday, so we headed to La Bodega to drown our short-lived sorrows and nurse our blisters. We both swore never again.
In mid-May, Deep said he was going on a road trip by himself. I offered to accompany him if he’d go a little later when i reckoned i would be more free, seeing it’s Ramadhan and all. He actually waited for 2 weeks, Danny got pulled in to the trip, and next thing you know the both of us were asking Deep the day before we were to leave, “Where are we going?”
His retort: “Bring your passports, just in case.”
We laughed, “How FAR are we going la? Thailand?”
Deep told me to bring modest clothes, cos we were passing through Kelantan (a majorly Muslim state).
The last time i did a road trip to that side of Malaysia must have been over 10 years ago… wait. I didn’t even go to Kelantan then; i went to Kuantan, Terengganu.
He mentioned Gua Musang; and my father questioned why i was even going there. I said i was just going with the flow and that the boys were planning it… i was just getting in the car to ride. It felt like a good idea to just leave for a sudden road trip. The three of us are single, run our own businesses, and have no children. Who knew when the next possible time to do something as impulsive as this would come again?
My phone has an incredible number of food pix… as i reckon most Asians would.
A bunch of expats i stood around talking with commented how the first question most Malaysians ask them = “What is your favourite Malaysian dish?” or “Have you eaten today? What did you eat?”
Behold my urm food diary below. A most random collection of food pix from across the past few months 😉
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Thanks to 303-year-old cognac brand Martell for having me at their glamourous luncheon, where all the dishes were paired with Martell cocktails and their new cognac: Martell VSOP Aged In Red Barrels. The cognac is matured exclusively in casks of fine-grained oak from France which are selected by the Cellar Master for its reddish tinge and subtle woody undertones.
We were served 5 courses: cyrstalline Iceplant with fresh scallop and fishcake, baked half Boston lobster with garlic & butter, crispy grouper fish, braised 8 head abalone with pan fried foie gras, and chilled winter melon in Thai coconut with egg tart.
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If you’ve been following my blog since its 2008 days, you might remember how i would frequent Somo in Mont Kiara. One of my oldest friends Andrew (who opened Somo) just launched Curious Kitchen @ Tropicana Avenue – an open-concept restaurant serving tomahawk steak and Iberico that’s grilled over charcoal in front of you.
I’ve been recommending my friends to order their: mushroom soup, truffle mash (i daydream about this), Iberico tenderloin, and ratatouille.
What a jubilant week it has been for many Malaysians!
I never thought change of this extent would come now… really not.
To have previously cringed every time we made world news in the past 10 years; to revelling in the fact we’re now described as the beacon of Asian democracy, having the world’s oldest prime minister, and appointing our first female deputy prime minister… it felt like a dream.