fashion and shopping working girl

#fvraya2015

I think the one of the most stressful places to work at right now is FV. My poor team and I have been overworked to the bones and it’s always like this Raya time. Things heat up and our calendars are full with meetings and designer presentations and fashion shows, it’s really crazy I’m not even exaggerating. The heads of department look like they haven’t slept for a week and I say this with love. Haha.

Raya is undoubtedly the most challenging and at the same time most fulfilling time of the year in the Malaysian fashion industry. If you’re stressed planning one brand, imagine us at FV trying to plan the calendar for 300 brands, to make sure there are no clashes, delays and everything launches smoothly. And then we get a message “I’m so sorry, my supplier is late so I can’t launch on that date.” Like want to cry blood guys. Back to the drawing board, trying to switch dates here and there and every department has to be notified and change things accordingly within their department. It’s craycrayyyy! People think doing multi-label businesses is easy… fuhhh, be my guest, guys, be my guest. Many new execs have left because they couldn’t take the stress! FV is seriously not for the weak because work is crazy. Fun, but crazy.

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But love it or hate it, Raya is my favourite time of the year at FV. That’s when I see everyone coming together, communicating like they have never before, our phones beeping constantly, customers calling nonstop and warehouse filling to the brim.

As a business owner, seeing what you have built with such hard work from everyone, it’s just an amazing feeling of gratitude I can’t describe.

Anyway, for FV this year we have ramped up our services; we now have Live Chat for instant customer service.

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A new customer hotline (+603 7733 4064), free returns (coming soon: our service will just pick up your parcel from your house so you don’t have to go to the post office), Cash on Delivery method round the clock, shipping services to more countries and more product offerings too!

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We also have new FV boxes as packaging and a limited edition Raya ones coming soon.

We are now preparing for our fashion show this Friday with media, VIPs, designers and celebs. Hope you’ve seen FV’s Instagram @fashionvaletcom to know how to get tickets (all you have to do is repost one picture!). FV is the official online portal for GAYA RAYA 2015 which is basically KL’s Raya fashion week organized by Andrews Models (the organizer for KLFW).

Bring on the Raya fever!

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*takes a deeeeeep breath*

Tomorrow we launch our exclusive collaborations but for only a few short days at a 10% off discount. Don’t miss it on www.fashionvalet.com!

being a mom working girl

working from home

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It’s 1 pm. I haven’t showered, I am still in my pajamas, my floor is filled with toys, Mariam is crying from her cot, Daniel is tugging at my leg asking me to go get Koko Krunch for him from the kitchen. One hand is on the phone desperately trying to reply whatsapp messages that have come flooding in since morning with work issues, and one hand is holding Mariam’s milk bottle because I was on the way to go feed her.

OH. MY. GOD.

So anyway, Daniel caught the flu from his cousins and so I’m staying home today with him.

“I’ll just work from home today, then,” I told Dean, who is technically my boss.

“Yeah that’s good. I’m sure you’ll get a lot done.”

“Yep!” I said as I kissed him off at the door.

Get a lot done… huh, he’s cute for thinking that.

Hours have passed and I’m still drafting the reply from my first email of the day. I have 25 more unopened from this morning. A lot of starred emails I have to revisit as well. I don’t even want to think about the messages on my phone. I can already see from the notifications messages like “Sorry to rush you but…” and “V, you there?” and “Could you please send me…”. Gah!

People think being an entrepreneur is hard… but try being a mompreneur. I think that’s crazy hard. It’s only my first day trying to work from home (pantang didn’t count) and I can’t get anything done! Every few minutes, Daniel will come to me wanting me to do something with him. When I get to sneak away for a while, Mariam will start making noise wanting to be picked up. By the time I’m done with Mariam, I have to prepare lunch for Daniel, feed him, pick up rice pieces on the table, and end up smelling like the fried fish that I served. I can bug the nanny but she’s busy ironing and looking very pleased to be doing that, may I add.

The kids are both asleep now, thank God for creating naptime.

You’d think I’d start on my work now. But really, the only thing I want to do now is shower.

Work from home. 

There is no such thing, guys, there is no such thing.

being a mom being a mrs

my second mother’s day

It was 11.30 pm. The kids were fast asleep and Dean and I were in the living room. Him with headphones on, probably watching news videos on the UK elections… or Game of Thrones, who knows (he has the same serious expression watching both!). Me, watching Kardashians on E!

Mother’s Day was in half hour so I was sure that he’s staying up to wish me at midnight. I smiled inside thinking how sweet he was. What a nice husband I have. Probably has some present hidden somewhere in the house. He does that everytime there’s a big event. Sometimes I see it but I just pretend to be surprised hehe.

We continued to do our own thing. Clock said 11.58 pm now.

Ooohhh 2 more minutes, then he’s going to say “Happy Mother’s Day, baby!!” 

11.59 pm.

He watched me glance at the time on my phone. He smiled at me. I smiled back knowingly.

Clock striked midnight.

I looked at him. His eyes were fixated on the computer screen. He probably didn’t know it’s midnight. I cleared my throat. He took off his headphones and said, “Sorry, did you say something?”

“Oh no no… I just had something in my throat.”

“Oh ok then,” he said and he put the headphones back on.

Ummm… did he not know it was midnight? Hmmm… it’s ok, I thought to myself, he’ll know it’s midnight soon.

I continued watching Kardashians, one eye always checking on him to see if he was checking the clock. No such thing. The only thing I got from him was a huge Whoaaaaa!!… Ok, he was watching Game of Thrones.

We went to bed, and still no wish from him.

Around the house, there were bouquets of flowers that people gave me as Mother’s Day gifts. Was he blind? How could he not know it’s Mother’s Day today?! How insensitive of him to not remember to wish me?! I was getting a bit annoyed. I mean, hello, I gave birth to his two children… what, I didn’t deserve a wish?!! I’m new to this Mother’s Day business, it’s only my second year, so I’m excited, ok? I guess I looked quite sad because he asked me, “Are you ok?”

Am I ok? My husband didn’t even wish me Happy Mother’s Day! AM I OK?!

“Yeah I’m fine.” I said curtly.

He came closer to me, “What’s wrong?”

“Well… you forgot it was Mother’s Day today. You didn’t say anything at midnight.”

I felt like a baby when I said that. But whatever mannnn, I wasn’t asking for much, I just wanted a wish of appreciation from my husband! All those nights sleepwalking to the kitchen to make Daniel’s milk at 2 am, eyes 3/4 closed changing Mariam’s diaper at 3 am, then milk again for her at 4 am… and still go to work during the day. Hello! Mother’s Day was once a year and just this one day out of three hundred sixty five, I JUST WANTED A WISH!

I totally merajuk-ed with him and just went to sleep.

The next morning, I was still giving him the silent treatment.

He came to me nicely, “Baby, I need to tell you something…”

“What is it?” I asked non-interested.

“There’s a reason why I didn’t wish you at midnight yesterday….” he started to explain.

“You forgot.” I answered for him.

“No… I didn’t wish you yesterday because Mother’s Day is not today. It’s tomorrow.”

Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I could tell I was feeling sooooo embarrassed. Crap, he was right. It was Saturday… Sunday was tomorrow! Omggggg why didn’t I bother to check before I made such a big deal out of this?! So not cool, woman! I was mentally hitting myself in the head.

What do I say now?

“Umm yeah, so? Mother’s Day is everyday. You should wish me everyday,” and I walked to the kitchen leaving Dean to laugh at me.

So so embarrassing.

Moving onnnnn…. I had an awesome Mother’s Day today (Sunday, the actual day…) spent with my little family.

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I stayed home to spend time with my two little gems and it was so much fun. Daniel said Mommy for the first time today (usually he just says Meee) so it was definitely a special day for me. Mariam? Well she’s still sleeping. I’ll try again tomorrow.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL MOMS OUT THERE!!!

Hope you got the date right.

*smacks own forehead*

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washed out denim

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There are days in every woman’s life where you just want to feel like a rockstar chick. Not be one, just look cool like one. When I found this jacket on FashionValet, I was like woahhh what is this?! The lines, the fit, the zips and the washed out details, everything about it, it was just a piece of art! And I couldn’t believe the price! If this was an international designer, it would be worth thousands for sure. I was so happy to have bagged this jacket in my cart. Worth every cent!

Even happier to know that this jacket was made by our local university students. You guys should check out the whole collection on FV. To be able to support them in my own little way, from the very start of their future career… man, I felt like a proud rockstar!

Wearing Shadow satin silk scarf from dUCk (sold out but restock this Tuesday!) and jacket from LimKokWing Fashion Club, both from FashionValet

being a mom being pregnant

mariam’s labor story: the longest pee ever

Mariam’s labour story so far: Part 1 and Part 2.

Ok so where was I?

Induction, pain, screaming lady with nice lv bag, dancing in my toilet, epidural doctor coming to save my life.

Yes.

11.30 am:

I’m starting to feel a bit woozy and I wanted to puke. Asked for any sugared drink for energy, Dean passed me the Yeo’s Chrysanthemum drink. Slurppppp. Ahhh a bit better. God bless you, Yeo’s.

The nurse checked my dilation and I was about 4 cm, she said. Still a long way to go I guess. (But I gave birth 3 hours later which is not too bad).

Dean continued reading the Quran next to me and he told me to just go to sleep. Contractions were going up and up on the graph next to me, but I could not feel a thing. I closed my eyes to sleep, thinking how on earth does someone invent the epidural… I mean, how do you test it? On real people? So you have to like jab real people for experiments? Man that’s horrible…. For those people la. For me, man I love it.

11.45 am:

“NURSE HOW COME I CAN’T FEEL MY LEFT LEG?!!”

I really thought I was paralysed. The last time with Daniel, I did not feel pain with epidural but I still felt my legs when I lift them up and all. But this time, I could not feel anything at all on my left leg. I couldn’t lift it up, and when I asked Dean to lift it up and let go, my left leg just dropped to the bed with a thud sound.

I turned pale thinking that this is the end of me and that I have paralysed my left leg with the epidural. I kept asking Dean to massage my left leg, hoping that blood will circulate and I will feel it again. But I couldn’t feel a thing. He was massaging me hard he said, but I don’t even feel the slightest pressure. I was so worried at this stage, closing my eyes praying to God to give me back my left leg. I could tell Dean was worried too.

I felt like puking.

12 pm:

I was feeling so so down. I needed Daniel to come, I told Dean. Daniel came with our moms and he came to visit me in the labour room. I had not seen him the night before and I was dying to have him in my arms.

When he came into the labor room, he looked at me so confused and he didn’t want to go near me. He looked scared and this made me cry.

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But you know, gotta take a picture anyway, duh. The camera still goes on.

12.15 pm:

I asked Dean to go for lunch downstairs since I was only 5 cm dilated. He was reluctant to leave me but I said I’ll be fine. I could tell he was more worried about me this time than the previous time because I was more drugged up and I looked quite depressed.

When I was in the room alone, I cried. I was so scared about my leg, I was so sad to see Daniel looking so sad, and I was so nervous about having 2 children suddenly.

12.20 pm:

I started to think how life would be in a wheelchair if I never regain feeling in my left leg ever again.

12.25 pm:

Do they make designer wheelchairs?

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I must be paralysed, I thought to myself while pinching my left leg. I cried some more and picked up the Quran. Need some comfort especially during this time.

1 pm:

Epidural doctor came to check on me and it turned out that he gave too strong a dose, making me feel so drugged up and weak. He took it down a notch and I was much better after a minute or two. I was a bit more cheerful and I could slowly feel my left leg. Not completely, but enough to make me forget about designer wheelchairs.

Family members came in to kiss me and wish me luck. Dean and I continued reading the Quran.

2 pm:

They said I was 9 cm dilated. My graphs were showing wild contractions but I of course didn’t feel a thing. This is it, it’s CRUNCH TIME!

“Are you going to cry?” I raised my eyebrow at Dean.

“Pfttt no,” he answered confidently. (Bawled like a baby when Mariam came out, btw)

“Madam, I need to empty your bladder yeah. Going to insert a thing in your thing and you will just automatically pee onto this basket.” I don’t remember what she said exactly but basically it’s pee time.

She did her thing, and within seconds, I could hear me pee. It was such a weird moment because I was peeing and I couldn’t feel it.

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“Wow, that’s a lot of pee, baby,” Dean said to me.

I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

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“Fuhhh, did you drink an ocean or something?” Dean still went on with the jokes.

I was so so embarrassed. If I could feel it, I would definitely be holding in my pee now to save myself from the humiliation.

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“So umm… how was your lunch?” I made small talk to distract Dean but the peeing sound was so loud and the room was so quiet. Dang it where is that screaming LV lady when I need her!

Still peeing….

“Baby, this is kind of awkward…” Dean got uncomfortable.

YA THINK?!!!

The nurse wanted to laugh too.

Freaking stop peeing, Vivy!! I was telling myself. After what seemed like an hour, the peeing sound stopped. Apparently I filled the basket to the brim. Damn those Yeo’s drinks!

See this is the thing with labor and its process. There is just no chic way to push a baby out. Everyone will see your pee, your hoohaa, your butt, your boobs, your everythinggggg. You just have to be nice to the nurses so they don’t tweet about your cellulites.

2.15 pm:

Doctor came in and slipped on his gloves.

“You ready?” he smiled at me.

 

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I really thought I could finish the labor story in three parts, but this seems long already. So I’ll just continue with one more part soon! Till then, I’m going to get some shut-eye. It’s almost 2 am!

being a mom

daniel and haircuts

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Oh the time we dread the most with Daniel; cutting his hair.

Our parents keep bugging us to cut his hair and we keep telling them we want to keep it long and tie it up in a ponytail. Truth is, we are so nervous to bring him to the hairdresser because HE SCREAMS AND CRIES when people touch his hair. Or when he sees the scissors coming near. Scaredy-cat, this one. Just like his momma. You bring me to a dentist, I’ll make you a scene you will remember forever.

Anyway, we’ve been putting it off for a while. You know, doing a favour for the salon community and all its customers. But now that his fringe is already poking eyes and he’s starting to bump into walls and stuff, ok fine, it’s time to suck it up and go to the salon.

As we walk into the salon, I take a deep breath…. and send my telepathic sorry in advance.

  The moment Daniel saw the scissors and heard the hairdryers being used on the innocent people in the salon, he started clutching Dean real tight and squirm when Dean tries to put him on the seat. The guy had to hide his scissors first but still Daniel could sense the metal tool in his pocket. He climbed on to his dad and refused to let go off Dean’s neck, going “Nanak, nanak. No, no!” It literally was as if we were torturing him. Relax dude, we’re trimming your hair. It’s not like we’re telling you Hi-5 canceled their show or something, sheesh.

So I had to bring out the big guns; my phone ready with an episode of Hi-5.

The guy had to wrap the cutting hair cape thing around both Dean and Daniel since Daniel refused to let his dad go. And me? I’m that monkey dancing around to Hi-5 music in front of Daniel holding a phone to his face. Even so, Daniel was crying and shaking his head no while the hairdresser tried so hard to cut his hair without accidentally hurting Daniel with the sharp scissors. It was horrifying to watch because Daniel kept moving and the scissors is like an inch away from his head!

After what seemed like 5 years, the hairdresser (who had sweat on his face by now) finally got to trim all sections of Daniel’s hair. We had to tip him good. It’s only the right thing to do, poor kind soul.

Sigh, Daniel Azim Shah; the reason hairdressers want to rethink their career paths.

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the waist

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The wrap jacket.

To me, there’s nothing more feminine about our bodies than our waist. The waist is the element that makes the female’s hourglass silhouette and cinching it with a tiny belt makes all the difference in giving a woman some shape. I’ve always been inspired by classic style icons like Audrey Hepburn who always made a point to look graceful and soft – and most of her outfit choices are ones which accentuate the waist (btw did you know her waist is abnormally small – she grew up in poverty and apparently does not eat much as a habit – swear I didn’t make that up, it was in her book).

I wish more local designers made wrap tops / wrap dresses and am happy to have found this kimono wrap jacket to keep me warm in my cold office!

Wearing wrap jacket (detachable belt if you prefer a loose look) from Mimpikita, flats from Nelissa Hilman, mens watch from Daniel Wellington and Milkshake satin silk scarf from dUCk, all FashionValet.