April - 2017

Low Carb/Keto-Friendly Bread

In It To Win It: The Triumphs and Accolades at Lausanne's Olympic Museum

Return of the Mac

Georgia On My Mind: Batumi, Eurasia's Pearl of the Black Sea

Flying Solo

Sorry, Not Sorry?

Sorry, Not Sorry?

Ok, the title of this post is a little misleading. You see, it harks to the now ubiquitous expression #SorryNotSorry, which as well all know is used to feistily symbolize someone feeling completely unapologetic for whatever they've just said or done preceding that phrase (or post, since it's an #InstagramFavourite). And while I could probably write a whole separate post on that (and probably will some day, hah - #SorryNotSorry!) because while I absolutely love the global move

Dilli Haat Market, New Delhi, India

Dilli Haat Market, New Delhi, India

I really love a good craft market. Something about the buzzing energy in the air, the excitement of the possibility of unearthing some sort of buried treasure (maybe even at a bargain), and the happy hustle and bustle of it all, just puts a smile on my face. I also think it has something to do with the fact that I tend to associate markets with festive seasons, like Christmas, which just happens to be one of my favourite times of the year. So naturally when I went to Delhi se

Tried and Tested: Bilice Kebap

Tried and Tested: Bilice Kebap

This kebab place is not for the faint-hearted, appetite-wise anyway. Several summers ago while in Istanbul, Turkey, I stumbled across this amazing little kebab place that was just up the road from my hotel in the Galata/Taksim area and what a find it was! This tiny little hole in the wall may look unassuming and simple from the outside (there isn’t even a wall separating the downstairs dining area from the street, and the seating is made up of basic wooden tables and chairs)

High Water Marks

High Water Marks

I can't even remember the first time I learned how to swim. My parents like to joke that they tossed me into a pool and hoped for the best, but what I do know is this: I grew up directly across from the beach (on Sharjah's Corniche Road, to be exact); I was taught how to swim by a stern-with-a-heart-of-gold Finnish woman called Mrs. Turner (I was so young I never knew her first name), a former Olympian who was almost into retirement age lest for the fact that she'd never quit

Blurred Lines

Blurred Lines

Hello, my name is Yi-Hwa and I'm a microblading addict. No, that's not some strange knife-related obsession - it's a beauty treatment that involves adding semi-permanent pigment to your eyebrows using high-tech devices and expertly trained technique. Despite the fact that I have dark hair and olive skin, I've always had light eyebrows. And as someone who firmly believes that they frame your face, I've long had to deal with the daily rigmarole of defining my eyebrows on an alm

The Inspiration: Brett Richard

The Inspiration: Brett Richard

With a commitment and dedication to training that never seems to waver, it would be easy to assume that Brett Richard has always been in the business of fitness. But while he's always been in good shape - "I've been training since I can remember - it's been a way of life for my entire lie. I started during my early high school years and never looked back," he says - the 32-year-old professional trainer, life coach and online coach actually has a background working in the medi

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