As told to you via my Instagram. 


Platypus Gourmet2Go salad boxes are like, #legittheshit. I'm not even fucking with you. I love food (as you can probably already tell) and I get really angry when I pay for food and get shitty food in return. DON'T SELL FOOD IF YOU CAN'T COOK, NUMBSKULLS.

But back to Platypus. For S$6.90, you get proteins (their salmon and smoked duck are my favourites), carbs (pasta or paella rice), beans and greens. Worth. Every. Cent.

In the realms of fashun, I've been turning to maxi skirts and long, drapey pants, much to my mother's delight of course, as opposed to my barely there mini skirts. Sometimes, I throw on a short skirt and while I think my legs look bangin' (thank you Ritual), I wonder if I'm too old to pull of a mini. When does a mini become too mini?

If you've liked my Page on Facebook, you would have heard me lamenting about the Commando Challenge and the training and nutrition I will be putting myself through. I'm both excited and scared at the same time, but I'm determined to get ripped as fuck at the end of the eight weeks.

That said though, you know what I'm obsessed with? Under Armour everythang. After a few months of working out in their sports bras, I wonder why I ever bothered with the shit LuluLemon churns out. Granted, there are some things that I love from LuluLemon like their bra tops which works for yoga, but for a brand that has been initially made for women who do sports, their support bras are jackshit compared to Under Armour's.

HAVE YOU HEARD? My currently will-remain-anonymous business partner (who is like, a pro in social media analytics and research shit that I will never understand) have set up our own social media management and creatives outfit, Fancypants & Co.! You know I've been doing social media content for awhile, so after a certain incident that happened some time last, I decided that it was time I sharpened my claws and go all out. We're in the beginning stages of our business of course (we don't even have a website or namecards out!) but we've signed two clients. Pretty wicked, huh? Get in touch if you need social media wizardry!

On a final note, I am so close to losing my shit. I haven't been out of the country since I came back from Cali some months ago. This must be a record of some sort. Saving money for a wedding is tough, guys. This travel drought needs to come to an end. Soon.


I love Instagram. Like a lot of people, I am on Instagram more often now than I am on Facebook, or any other social media channels. I think the only reason I'm still on Facebook is cos' my job requires me to.

Unfortunately, like all other social media channels, there are assholes. And while I would definitely fall into some of these categories sometimes, there are others that are Instagram assholes all the time... here are ten kinds of Instagram users I can't stand:

The Follow Unfollow Follow Unfollow

This Instagram user can't make up his mind if he wants to follow you on Instagram or he's trying to get your attention and hopes you follow him back. He can also be the type of person who follows many, many people in hopes they follow him back and eventually unfollows you, so his numbers stay high. Make up your mind, dude. And no, I'm not going to follow you.

The One Who Uses Other People's Photos

It's ok to use it once in a while, or when you're posting quotes or it's credited. Don't post photos of cafes or travel captures or makeup and try and pass it off as your own. Instagram is not Pinterest - pin photos you love on Pinterest, that's what it's for.

The One Who Doesn't Click on The Location Tag

You know when you've specifically included a location tag, a price or a tag to something you're talking about, and someone asks, "Where is this?" Stop being an asshole, asshole. READ.

The Hashtag Whore

You know what I'm talking about. This asshole probably has several pages of Notes with hashtags they can copy and paste into their photos. I totally get relevant hashtags but when you hashtag all your photos as "hot", I hate to be the one to tell you that it's not. 

The Spammer

There should be a limit to how many Instagram posts you can put up daily. Brands that are renown for their social media use post an average of 5.5 times per week, which averages out to be less than one a day.

For personal account, I like to think one a day is perfect so people don't forget you, unless you're travelling/ it's a special occasion and there's a lot of things to Instagram about. To play it safe, 3 to 5 is a good number, spread out throughout the day. Remember that unlike Twitter and Facebook where your followers can mute you, they can't do so on Instagram which can be extremely annoying.

The One Who Has Nothing Good To Say

If you have nothing good to say, nothing nice to say, nothing that will benefit the other party, be nice and shut the fuck up. We don't need another asshole in the world.

The Selfie Account

You've seen those accounts - the ones that have 13,206 and 13,200 of those are photos of the user. I love looking at selfies, and taking selfies myself, especially when I'm having a particularly good face day, but man, your daily multiple selfies and crying for attention on the internet is pathetic. 

I mean, unless you're Beyonce. Beyonce can post selfies errrrday for all I care.

The Desperate

Here's the truth - most of the time, if someone wants to follow you on social media, they will seek you out. You don't have to ask them to "follow back". You also shouldn't ask someone why he unfollowed you on social media or why he hasn't followed you back. Keep it classy, bitches. If he's not following you, he's not into you (or your photos).

Are you guilty of being an Instagram asshole? Or do are there other kinds of assholes on the social media channel you can't stand?


...But this site sure was! 

I did it! I'm like mid techy - I'm not tech stupid, but when people talk about coding and shit, I switch off and think about what lipstick I'm going to have on tomorrow. But this site was built with my own ten fingers, the brilliance of Celine Asril (my Food Ed at inSing) and my own brilliance of course.  

I thought it was time to retire thedramadiaries.com, and use my own name as my own brand and so I did. I have yet to redirect the old site to this one (I think that requires more than my own techy skills, so I have to ask for help!), but now you know where to find me.

I feel like SO MANY THINGS have happened since I last wrote.

I was the finale girl at Kae Hana's show during Audi Fashion Festival, I got a FURLA Candy Bag (!!!), and well, lots of other work stuff that made my life busier and more exciting than it really is. 

BUT. Back to this site. Leave me a comment (it's Disqus-ran! Oooh!) and tell me how much you love it, hate it or whatever else you want to say!



If you notice, there has not been any changes on this site. It went on maintenance mode because I don't want low-lifes trolling on my blog while the you-know-what article erupted in cyber space. I made a lot of people angry, and a lot of people said I was making mountains out of molehills. You know what - at the end of the day, it was my story to tell, my experience, and nobody gets to take that away from me or make me feel sorry I wrote it.

If the world wanted me to be nicer, they should have behaved better.

All that said, I just came back from a trip to Phnom Penh with Andrea who was volunteering for Riverkids, an organisation that helps Cambodian children and families in danger of child abuse and sex trafficking, both of which are massive social issues in Cambodia. It's harrowing, enlightening and humbling at the same time. Had I been born only a few hours outside Singapore, my life would be completely different and it could possibly be much alike to the girls I met and interacted with in Riverkids. Who knows.

All I know is, after having written that article for xoJane and having so many people come up to me - people who once have felt like they are the loneliest people in the world who felt ostracized because of the colour of their skin; people felt represented... people felt loved and represented and I know I can make a difference. Little ole' me can change the world in whatever little power I have and I'm not going to waste it. One day, I want to lie in my deathbed knowing that on top of the personal achievements I've had, the family and friends I've surrounded myself with, I want to know that I've helped make someone's life a little different and a little better.

I'm not perfect, I have a lot of flaws and I've made so many mistakes - but what I do with the lessons I've learnt from my mistakes now and in the future is what will make a difference. Your skin colour, your past mistakes and your bad decisions don't define you. If every person reading this blog tries and make a little difference in the world, it would be a lot of change.

Time to get on it, kids.