Almost – All – Green Smoothie.

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1 cup Broccoli Florets

1 Green Apple – chopped

1/2 cup Cucumber – chopped

A handful of Parsley

Juice of half a Lemon

1/2 cup of Cold Water

Add all the ingredients into your favourite blender, ( mine is a Nutri Bullet, it’s amazing, versatile and bullet fast) and enjoy a super fast and super yummy drink!

Redefine Perceptions of the Untold.

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Define your own sexy. Feeling good in your current body and appreciating every bumpy curve is extremely sexy!
Don’t let social media and judgements from the unscrupulous shutter your image of you.
I’m an Asian woman of Indian ethnicity. A picture of me like this showing my décolleté – skin below my neck, or cleavage is a sin. Because Asian women aren’t allowed to showcase their body although we’ve remarkably contributed to the growth of our population through childbirth and breastfeeding which involves coitus by the way and not a miracle baby courier service from the skies as the mythological stories written and told by our forefathers and foremothers. Lets get one thing clear – If it’s okay for you to peek and check us out, then it is most definitely okay as women we embrace our bodies and sexuality.
An Asian woman can’t post a picture of herself in a bikini but you will like and comment of the exact of a European or Caucasian woman. You’re a fan of KK and her many relationships but not if she’s your Indian neighbour who has had 2 boyfriends. JLo is hot and sizzling owning those curves wearing almost nothing on that stage.You wear a skirt revealing your knees, automatically you’re of low moral values because the clothes you’re wearing is ‘skimpy’ .
The hypocrisy has no end in our society.
This caption has no means to promote nudity, sex or pornography. Nor is it to provoke controversy.
It’s about Liberation And Respect.
Your Perception Of Me, Does Not Define Me!

Define Beauty, Stop Body Shaming!

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Body shaming. A discrimination that many of us face at least once in our life time. Many of us don’t speak about it because we’re ashamed and afraid of our vulnerability. Instead we let it eat us throughout and slowly we lose self confidence and develop self doubt which leads to self loathing.
I was called fat and ugly. I was called a black indian smelly cunt. I was told I looked like a piece of shit that a man would only want to fuck and not marry. And that no good looking man would want to be seen walking next to someone with my body shape because it would mean he would be settling.
So I took a good look at myself in the mirror and this is what I saw.
I saw a woman. A woman who defined her self worth by her own worth. A woman who stood up for herself and footed her ground. She’s made sacrifices to be recognised and worked hard because this woman I saw in the mirror is a high achiever. This woman in the mirror was just not a dreamer but a fulfiller. This woman has aged like wine and she looked damn fine. Her brown skin was beautiful and that uneven skin added debt to her story. The grey hair shyly turned silver and now glorious just took her value even higher. It demanded respect! Her eyesight has never been sharper as it portrayed 37 years of history, art, science, geography, matriculation and technology. Her smile was sincere and forgiving because she’s seen the world, for it’s generosity and appreciated the abundance in acceptance of every living that walked on this earth. She’s well travelled and well read. She could recite Shakespeare and write beautifully. She’s courage and liberation. She’s different and unique.
This woman is Me. My body is mine and not yours for scrutiny. This woman you know nothing about is more than just her body shape, size, weight, colour, ethnicity and language. This woman was just getting started..and her story is written by her. None else! So screw you for your definition of beauty. I’m not ordinary.
If you’ve faced body shaming, racial abuse and discrimination.  Voice out. You are not alone. Together we will make this world a better place.

 

 

 

Spice, sour and salty. Sweet, tangy and creamy. Let’s talk food!

Food – we all love it.

From home cooked meals to fine dining. Speak about food and you will definitely get anyone’ attention.

I’m a Malaysian and we Malaysians love our food! In fact, we greet you by saying, ” Hi, Sudah makan kah belum?”  – “Hi, Have you ate, already?”. It’s a simple theory, really. If you have eaten and the reply is Yes, then we know you are well but if it’s a No.. it’s time we ate before we uttered another word!

Growing up in Malaysia gave me a childhood which celebrated an array of cuisines – Indian, Malay, Chinese, Thai and the introduction of the far, far…West.

Most dishes were cooked at home as this was the supreme ruler of the household. No matter what time you came home, food will be served!

Of course, occasionally we ate out at family-style restaurants or kept it simple by visiting our Colonel Kentucky (this was the beginning and end to the western food influence of my childhood) downtown.

Regardless of the cuisine, we made sure we ate together! This is the importance of food and the role it plays in Asian culture. We don’t need a special occasion or festive season to gather around the table to enjoy a nice meal with the family. And, if you are a friend, you need no invitation!

Because it’s about sharing. Sharing a meal with another member of your family and friends. If you have travelled to Malaysia, Singapore, India, China or Japan, you will notice how food is served to the oldest and the youngest persons in the table first before filling their own plate, even at a restaurant. This is what food means to us. Respect and appreciation for the bonds we share amongst people we love and care, regardless of age and gender.

But when it came to food, to us, it was just not about eating. There’s more… something magnificent about the entire experience of dining, whether if you are seated on a table or on the matted floor, on fine china or banana leaves – food always brought people together and to me, it brings back the fondest of memories.

The greatest of cultural diversities and wonders of traditions. What better way than the sound of laughter that fills the air, that could possibly replace this form of happiness. And what better way to convey your identity if not by the simplest contraction known and enjoyed by us from the beginning of time.

I hope you try my recipes and enjoy them as much as I do. So, feel free to join me for a meal and a conversation. We shall speak about food!

 

 

 

Yasaka Hall, Gion Corner, Kyoto.

Japanese Traditional Art and Theatre performances at the Yasaka Hall, Gion Corner.

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Maiko Gallery showcasing some of the hair accessories worn by the Maiko dancers.

Tea Ceremony – Ryurei  and Koto, a six-stringed zither.

Kyogen Theatre – Comedy.                  Bunraku Puppet Theatre.

Flower Arrangement or Ikebana.

Kyo-mai Dance by Geisha / Geiko.

Gagaku Court Music.

First article – published today.

After months under construction, I have finally published my first article – today.

I would like to thank you for your patience.

This category will now be updated monthly.I will be covering a wide range of topics and I look forward to engaging with a wider audience out there! I would love to hear from all of you and any topics that we could discuss.

So, please leave me your feedback and comments.

Happy reading!