Living a simplified, uncluttered life.

The idea of living with less stuff sounds really appealing to me. By owning fewer possessions, I have less to clean, less to store, less stress. but I swear the stuff in my home has a life of its own. I do try to keep my apartment mess-free, but no sooner than I give away or throw out some possessions, they all start piling up again. Every time that happens, the thought of decluttering feels overwhelming and I feel defeated even before I start to clean out stuff.

Colonoscopy - pain in the ass or lifesaver?

I was lying on a hospital bed, coming out of my groggy state when my gastroenterologist stopped by and said that the procedure went without a hitch. He had discovered a polyp in his journey through my colon and had lasered it off. I was to call him in a few days to find out if it was the cancerous kind.  Bummer.

Paring down my skincare routine

I've been told on many occasions that I look younger than my age. I have my parents to thank for youthful genes. I think that having a round face and chubby cheeks rather than a high cheek-boned, angular look also helps. (That's why Jennifer Aniston will look younger than Angelina Jolie in time to come!) Even so, I am always on the lookout for anti-aging tips and beauty aids. Who isn't? Even though I have no looks to speak of, I do want to preserve what I have for as long as I can. But in my older, hopefully wiser years, I have learned that the genie of youth and beauty doesn't reside in a bottle.

A slice of Singapore

Burrough Market? No, Pasarbella.

On a recent visit to Singapore, I was all ready to suss out the parks rather than just shop along Orchard Road. I had packed my sneakers and shorts, and was even contemplating renting a bicycle and checking out the very popular bicycle paths. But stumbling in the middle of the night to the bathroom in my son, B's apartment, I snagged my big toe in the door and ripped half of the toenail off. Hobbling back from the doctor's the next door, I knew that all physical activity precluding slow strolls were out, so what else was there to do? Well, stuff my face, of course.