on wednesdays we wear pink

10 years ago I celebrated my 18th birthday. It was the year that one of the most quotable films ever, was released – Mean Girls.

The exact day the movie was released in year 2004, was my younger sister’s 10th birthday. So today, as Mean Girls celebrates it’s 10th anniversary, my sister turns 20 (please watch her tribute to this special day!).

2014 also marks the first year that my sister and I are both in our twenties.

Why does any of the above matter? Well, aside from me attempting to be clever with coincidental mathematical statistics (as if), there is personal significance in such trivia because despite an 8-year age gap, my sister and I are very close and connect on many things, one of them being: quoting Mean Girls on a regular basis.

The film has no doubt become like royalty in the pop culture world, you could not scour the Internet without stumbling across memes, gifs etc. that pay homage to its classic one-liners such as, Get in loser, we’re going shopping,” or “That’s why her hair is so big. It’s full of secrets.”

The fact that these quotes have stood the test of 21st century time is a testament to the brilliant writing, thank you Tina Fey.


In celebration of this eventful day, I watched Mean Girls again whilst eating salted caramel macarons with my sister (birthday girl’s demand!). There’s always a new insight upon every viewing, the film just has a way of resonating with a different aspect of your life each time.

Today, I really came to appreciate the screenplay – adapted by Ms Fey from the original book ‘Queen Bees and Wannabes’ by Rosalind Wiseman. To create a story from a self-help guide style text takes a skilled writer, and then, to make it funny and intelligent and relevant all at once, now that takes an outstandingly-skilled writer.

Thus, another thing that my sister and I have bonded on: smart and comedic female actor-writer-producers. They empower us.

In the 10 years since the film’s initial release through to now in our twenties, we’ve learned a lot about ‘girl world’, growing up enough to recognise and eliminate what is ‘plastic’ and knowing that when it comes to dreaming and succeeding, ‘the limit does not exist’.

I feel so blessed to have a sister to share this journey with and I believe that one day we’ll create something together that will resonate with others in the same way that Mean Girls teaches us to just be ourselves.

Happy Birthday Little Sister xx

on wednesdays we wear pink

words are power

This afternoon I went into my favourite boutique stationery store kikki.K and bought a book.


I have a penchant for collecting works of the self-help genre, namely because powerful and positive words inspire me. With me, such books often work as they are intended to, ie. providing tools and techniques that motivate me to be a better version – the best version – of myself.

However I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve started reading quite a few of these kinds of books on productivity and success (rather ironically never getting to the end of them) in hope they will magically transform my life by giving me the right formulas to reach my fullest potential instantaneously.  I’ve realised now though that most times when I’m immersed in learning about the transformation process, I forget about the key ingredient – me.

In the very opening preface of Brian Tracy’s ‘Eat That Frog’, he quotes Galileo:“You cannot teach a man anything; you can only help him find it within himself.”  These books definitely help me understand what it takes to be happy and successful but all of that is useless if I don’t directly apply it to my life.  I’m glad I can finally own up to that truth now.

Without yet reading the entire book, I can see that its contents are to do with ideas that I am already familiar with and have read about many a time before.  Still I am excited to read it because concise step-by-step guides help simplify things and importantly, further consolidates one’s knowledge. Repetition is a technique that conditions the mind to operate naturally, hence I believe that reading optimistic writing gears one towards an optimistic outlook on life.

I admire those authors who seek to encourage, motivate and inspire others through their words, stories and experiences. We each are a gift to one another and if what we say and do has the potential to impact another person, then best we try to make it good.


words are power

the fashion flock

Today I succumbed myself to the most recent addition to Melbourne’s ‘fast-fashion’ retail world – the infamous Swedish clothing company, Hennes & Mauritz.

I never tend to get swept up in the hype of fashion store launches, much less ever have the desire to line up for something for a long period of time, but curiosity always gets me in-store eventually. Today was H&M day.

10am on a Monday morning meant that I avoided waiting in a queue outside, yet the crowd inside for a weekday was surprising. Perhaps I was naive to expect the hype to subside only 3 weeks after launch.

As I looked above and around me in wonderment of the array of clothing and accessories, my mind entered in unusual conflict with my conscience. Who have I become to have been so easily consumed into this materialistic earthly world? How can I be certain of the ethical integrity of these pieces of fabric that I admire? Just how sustainable is this material that I caress in my hands? Over and over these thoughts were ticking and yet my physical self kept taking items from their racks, placing them straight into my shopping basket.

Before I knew it, there I was in the lengthy fitting room line, a little sheep amongst the flock of female fashion fanatics, all wanting the very best value for the very least cost.

Then my conscience called for a justification through research. So I Googled and came across this article.

I had recently attended a conference at the Melbourne International Fashion Festival where a couple of directors of high-end designer labels led discussions on ethical and sustainable fashion. I learned about transparency in the industry, knowing the origins of the clothes we buy, where they are made and who makes them. Importantly, how these local artisans in developing countries are being treated. I earned a respect for those in the business who genuinely use fashion to better the world.

Reading the Guardian article made me feel okay about H&M, though concerns can still be raised. Yet I began to think the same about every other retailer that I make purchases from. Would boycotting brands help those mistreated garment-workers? Would it serve me better to make greater financial sacrifices to buy branded clothing that I know has been 100% ethically and sustainably produced?

I walked out of H&M today with five items of clothing. I will enjoy wearing these pieces until they wear out, adding further value to the passion and hard work it took to make them for me. Deciding not to buy them would not have stopped them from being produced. Buying them perhaps means that I have actually somehow helped.

In this life, though things aren’t always done right, some trust and faith is needed. I would much prefer to live believing that there is more good in the world.

the fashion flock

grown-ups were once children

This new blogging venture of mine has led me to re-visit my previous online writings – other (now inactive) blogs that I mostly used to over-analyse my life.  I have never realised just how dramatic I could be.

Anyway, I came across this post I had written five years ago:

Screen shot 2014-04-26 at 1.03.55 PMIt’s strange how much things don’t change even when a decent amount of time has passed.  It is almost worrying to think that I haven’t made enough progress or grown up as much as I should have over that time.

Perhaps though, it is not something I should be worrying about.  Maybe I’m just not giving myself enough credit for the things that I have achieved since I was a naive 23-year-old.  Maybe it’s okay that I still have some of the same dreams, it takes longer for some of us to get to where we want to be.

I would never want to stop dreaming, I just know to have a better plans in place now.

grown-ups were once children

you are what you say

I have a sister who is eight years younger and as much as she looks up to me, I think I’m the one who learns most from her.  This was a conversation we had the other day:

Sister: If you could sum yourself up in one word, what would it be?

Me: Uh…I don’t know, you?

Sister: Excellent.

Words are powerful and I’m thankful to have been reminded of that.

you are what you say