Sunday, 4 December 2016

Curious Palette rekt my soul

[note: i started writing this post like a solid month ago. such is the troubling degree of my chronic procrastination. anyway, the essay that i mention later has already been written, submitted, and fucking MARKED in the time that it took me to complete this goddamn post lol. may the good lord help me.]

I'm here typing out this post instead of the 2,500-word critical film analysis essay I'm supposed to turn in like, real fuckin soon. In an effort to relive some happier times, I'd say. Short-term memory throwback to just last Sunday, where I had a fabulous brunch and catchup sesh with my beloved BMC. Also got to savour ~legitimately~ some of the best food that I've had the pleasure of having inside my body...before I shat it out.

What? A healthy digestive system is totes important ok. Make sure y'all are eating enough fibre and drinking some "cultured bacteria" type o' shit like Yakult and whatnot. There was a period of time I ate nothing but fast food for like 10 days. Wound up hella constipated and when the waste finally exited me, my poops were super greasy.

Ok anyway. On to the food porn! lol


I got this Corned Beef Scotch Egg and it was probably one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life, right up there with deciding to appeal my ass off to get into my dream course and applying for the internship position at even the competition was stiff as hellllll and all the people vying for the job seemed way more suited to the role than I (or at least i thought)(mostly because they were hot Instagram-famous chicks lol I KNOW RIGHT. HOW 2 COMPETE WIT DEM).

Alright that was obvs a joke lol but still!!! This dish impacted my life in a MAGNIFICENT way. One that I'll truly remember for months to come, for sure :'))

My first time ever having a SCOTCH egg. And y'all know how I feel about muhfuckin eggs lmao

As a person with a HUMONGOUS salt tooth, the corned beef hash aspect of it really tickled my fancy. Like, it was SO. SALTY. So fuckin salty. But I liked that tho! Because I'm a legit goat, you know what I mean?

I crave that mineral.

yo i'm so sorry u guys. this meme is like from 2014 or some shit. i canot belieb. i unleashed a ded meme upon yall. lel

Ok but what I'm trying to say is: i love me some savoury ass foods.

There we go.

This is Joyce's simple but satisfying plate of scrambled eggs on toast, with an additional top-up of bacon rashers!! *heart eye emoji*

I've said this umpteen times but nothing and I repeat NOTHING, beats some well-executed scrambled EGGZzzzz.

Frickin love me some eggs.

(note the selfie taking lol)

Meanwhile, Thomas got this breakfast platter that was fit for a king. Well, we were there for brunch. But at about late 10, 11am or so, it is one of the earliest friend hangz I have been a part of. It's so nice to head out into the world and just do shit (even if it's something super chill, like stuffing your face in a cafe) early in the day!! Like, top of the mornin' to ya, laddies! rofl wtf

It was raining that morning, too. Made for some pretty spectacular vibes. Even if it also led to me slipping on the fucking pavement after our meal and landing on my ass IN FRONT OF A HEALTHY HANDFUL OF BYSTANDERS, MIND YOU.

Good golly.

I cannot, for the life of me, remember the components of this awe-inspiring spread. But let's just agree upon the fact that each of them looks stunning, yeah? Especially that egg-in-an-avocado. Lord have mercy...TWO OF MY FAVOURITE TINGS!!

(although come to think of it, both of them are kinda rich so a combination would just make for a pretty bland, jelak lump to stay lodged in yer throat huehuehue)


In all honesty, Curious Palette should be on all yall's cafe-hopping bucket lists. Out of all the Singaporean cafes I've been to thus far (and it's not very many at all lol BUT STILL), Curious Palette really is up there.

Once you step in, the interior design concept and atmosphere will quite literally take your breath away. It's like, the deeper you journey into its whimsical woodlands-like (as in, actual wood lands. not the fucking northern region of sg lmao) aesthetic, the more you'll feel like just sitting down on the floor and staying there forever and ever. or maybe das jus me lol

Vibes are A+. Food can be a lil hit or miss and the prices definitely are on the steep side, don't get me wrong. But it's just something you gotta experience for yourself at least once, boo.

So do it.

Thursday, 1 December 2016


Some time last week I caught myself in a very, VERY shitty place for a couple of days straight. Just couldn't pull myself out of a mental state where I'd be thrown in following a fucked up series of events.

"Cry me a river, build myself a bridge. Get over it."

But I couldn't!! lol

The near perpetually gloomy weather sure didn't help.

One afternoon, I just felt completely done with feeling helpless and miserable. I am going to help my goddamn self, ffs! lol so yeah. I decided to put my crummy feelings to the side, even if just temporarily, and create.

To birth something – anything! – out of a sad situation. That would be ideal, huh?

So...Say hello to the new blog logo! Officially retiring this one...

Which y'all have been seeing for years now. Or just started seeing, depending on when you even discovered this blog hehe. [Hello! thank u for reading my bullshit haha :)]

What's the verdict? Do y'all like this new paddle pop/watercolour splatter design? Does it make y'all...

moister than da oysters?


If you wanna delve even further into the (painfully embarrassing and straight up CRINGE EXPLOSION) history of Pudding Fancy, the header actually used to look like this:

Design inspo derived from a random Australian magazine I was flipping thru while sittin on da toilet lol I STILL REMEMBER OK! hahaha

Alas, I still haven't made any changes to the general layout lol. Mostly coz I suck at such things and if I tried to shuffle the HTML coding about, I'd probably fuck up the entire webpage to the point of no return.

So yeah.

ya i definitely felt it necessary to pose with a paddle pop ice cream and engage in a full-on selfie photoshoot lol. and yes my forehead is massive, no sense in denying it so i shall just bask in the fact that my brain is larger than average! lol just kidding, i don't know if that's actually true. but apparently there is an old wives' tale that peeps with big foreheads are blessed to not see/be attacked by ghosts, so hooray for that! lol

Please enjoy this adorable Paddle Pop colour scheme!! I hope it serves your eyes well :) For the next few years* or something lol idk. I guess we shall see when I randomly get inspired to switch it up again huehuehue

*looking at my past "new header announcement" post (lol cringe max), the appears that the pattern is to have a new header every 2 years? 2012, 2014, and now. And it's always in the later part of the year! lol see y'all in late 2018 i guess :)

(thank you once again for reading hehe i just feel rather warm and fuzzy about the fact that real life human beings, with actual lives to lead and shit to do, find my nonsense ramblings worthy of even taking up a minute portion of thy busy days!)(BLESS YA!!!! ♡)

go treat yourself to a Paddle Pop today. instant happiness for less than $2!!!!!!! THERE IS NO ARGUMENT. DO NOT HESITATE ANY LONGER!!!!!1 lol

'twas delicious indeed <3

Thursday, 24 November 2016

A note to myself; to You, too. if you need it.

The world has too much beauty, for you to focus on the pain.
Life holds too much hope and promise each and every day, for you to consider putting an early end to it.

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What played a huge part in drawing enough hurt from my heart to bring my soul out of its state of numbness, and not go through with killing myself back in '09 when I came this close to taking that leap? Thinking about things like...

My grandparents desperately searching for me all around the house before forcing themselves to realize the only way I could've left was through the open window in my bedroom from the 27th floor.

My dad having to focus on the road with eyes fogging up with tears, trying to drive safely despite my mum wailing in the passenger seat at earth-shattering volumes because they're on their way to identify my mangled and lifeless body at the morgue.

My dear, sweet little sister, no longer having someone to hold close on stormy nights. Only the clothes I left behind, vaguely possessing my scent, but which only fade with each passing gust of wind. I would never get to see her grow up into the fine young woman I know she will be. My non-beating heart will never again be filled with pride, completely in awe of how this cute little baby sister of mine can become wiser, kinder, and more beautiful each day.

My friends, wracking their brains wondering what more they could've done to prevent me from being so goddamn foolish. Thinking back to the last time we saw each other, trying to recall if I were exhibiting any "warning signs". They would re-read the last Whatsapp message I ever sent to the group chat. Look at the last selfie we took together. Hating me for being so selfish, for not following through with all the plans we had made to hang out again soon. That hipster cafe we said we'd check out. The movie coming out next year we said we would catch. We promised to stay friends well into adulthood. We said we'd attend each others' weddings. None of us expected our next gathering to be at my funeral. My closest friends huddled around me in the coffin. I lay as an empty vessel of the girl whom they used to share so much laughter with.

My future husband. The love of my life who would be on the receiving end of my entire heart and soul. The one and only man who I would feel safe entrusting every last bit of my being to, after years and years of wasting my tears and agonising over countless fuckboys. The One I can reveal all my scars to. He'd gingerly trace his fingers around them as I recounted the tales of how I got each one.

My future child. Children? Babies are so pure, I do want them. At some point :)

But obviously I would not be able to, if I decided to throw myself off a building and bust myself open on the concrete pavement of my quiet neighbourhood. So stupidly and so SELFISHLY forcing other people, ones whom I love so greatly and deeply, to pick up the pieces. Clear up on the mess I've made and live the rest of their lives having this incident etched in their subconscious beings, while I take the easy way out and just end it all.


Life can be so, SO painful.

But please...see past all this hardship and suffering and utter BULLSHIT that you have been dealt at this moment.

And think about the people around you, who love you (even though they might not show it in the most obvious ways).

The people you haven't even met yet, who are going to turn your life upside down, round and round. They'll take you for such a ride, you won't ever want to get off!

Memories waiting to be made.
Experiences waiting to be had.

You have only one life.

But the great thing about it is, it can change at ANY. MOMENT.

So whatever you do, DO NOT END THIS LIFE that you have.

Because a year, a month, a week or even SIXTY SECONDS down the road, something might happen that completely rocks your world and changes the course of life as you know it.

You will be so goddamn, fucking glad then. That you held on, pulled yourself up, dusted yourself off and carried on marching forward.

Scars, and all.


I'm a Buddhist myself, but I apply quotes and teachings from a bunch of different religions to my life if I happen to find them relevant. If you do not feel comfortable with talk of religious higher beings and the like, please feel free to substitute the following phrase with "the Universe" instead of God, but this saying:

"God only gives the toughest battles to his strongest soldiers",

is true.

You will not be dealt anything that you weren't meant to able to handle.

You WILL overcome.

I promise you that.