4.2.15

BANGKOK: COMMIT A SIN

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Obviously, (between Bangkok and I) I wear the pants in this relationship. If you'd leave me to describe the the city of perfected Yum Mamas and Kenya Moore "Gone With The Wind Fabulous" Siam store fronts, we have nothing but irreconcilable similarities. Unlike most of my fellow homebabes, I have with myself no formal training cruising the Sois, and so, I literally ran around exactly like how I gastronomically and economically de-flowered myself at Whole Foods last Winter.

13.11.14

BEN YOUSSEF MADRASA مدرسة بن يوسف

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A tourist’s woe: To be duped by an unassuming local. Maybe we looked too basic, in other words, R and I pretty much looked like tourists of a certain Hello Kitty descent in the land where you either go French or Arabic. Neither? Just enjoy the ride of a detour by gangly teenagers who are also freelance psychics because our visitations are too darn predictable. Subtract 40 Dirhams. Like I said, basic. Or maybe, just maybe, my pedicure gave it away. 

11.11.14

JEAN YIP DIARIES: BREATH OF FRESH HAIR

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When I was in my teens and had to get up at 6 am each morning for school, I'd always take the easy way out - leave my hair long enough to sit pretty in the classroom while unsuspecting victims of the parental acclaimed low maintenance tomboy cut get all manic, seeking bob 'n' lobs alike for refuge and 'strength', sometimes, the two-period long maniacal rants screech beyond 200 miles per hour, not top speed, but still fast enough for me to avoid the short cut that leads to a shanty town of bad hair days.