Archive for August, 2008

Those Jinx Tees Arrived

August 26th, 2008 Comments(0)

Thank you Tiago!!!!

"Wanna meet up for coffee?"

August 25th, 2008 Comments(0)

Jess: Tell him to drown himself inside the mountain of coffee beans.

Pretty Bath Products

August 24th, 2008 Comments(1)

I'm pretty much a no-nonsense girl when it comes to skincare and bath products. I like clean, honest brands like Cetaphil and For any extra maintenance, there's always Jess who offers no-frills organic skincare with the most awesome clay masks.

But girls will be girls. Looking at these beautiful bath products makes me want to buy them all and put them in a revolving display with lights shining right on them.

Gorgeous soaps and powder puffs from Soapalaya Soaps:

And uber cute bath ice cream fizzies from Me! Bath with uber cute names to match!

Cafe con Leche

California Dreaming


Divine Lotus

Gifts & Purchases

August 15th, 2008 Comments(1)

I have the sweetest friends in the whole wide world! Yes, they pwn yours. Unless of course, we share the same ones. Just look at my birthday loot.

Jess: Was horrified I was using some Silkygirl blush with a broken lid. She gifted me with a limited edition MAC blush from the Sonic Chic collection - Nuance.

I can't get a decent photo of it. And obviously when you have the patience of a raging bonobo, you wouldn't wait to take a decent picture of anything new you get before you actually use it. Hence, forgive those specks of powder that seem to have gotten stuck on the lid. Now, MAC products are usually so underwhelming for me. I never quite got the cult-like hype surrounding it. But this is uber pretty! My first peachy blush too!

It came bubble wrapped and then wrapped again like a bomb. :P

I love that girl. And not just because she bought me a pretty blush. Also because she made me chamomile herb packs (not for sale!) and amazing blends for my eczema, and oh, she gave me a pair of fake eyelashes to boot. Kidding. :P I love her only because she's the best bitching MSN buddy ever. She's turning me into some new-agey weirdo with her 'organic' ways!

Tiago: This sexy Brazilian is a man after my own heart. :P Another gift certificate!

I bought this with his last gift certificate. And I just realised I never got around to showing a pic of me wearing it. Oh well, one of these days I'll get around to doing some camwhoring. (Fuqn Jme has the same shirt. :P Please remind me to never wear it when I'm going to be meeting him, in case he is wearing it too!)

These are the tops that I totally want:

I would've bought this in a heartbeat. Except it's out of stock. All the sizes are.

And I want this. Goes to show you never stop being a WoW fanatic, even after you've stopped WoWing.

My Girls: Bought me hot pink earphones to match my pink (decal'ed) iPod. And a beautiful bag from Korea in the most gorgeous shade of baby pink with gold clasps and zips. It's supposedly Miu Miu-inspired. But I wouldn't know the difference anyway, not being interested in branded bags at all. It's really well-made and now I carry it everywhere.


Who said money can't buy happiness? Temporary happiness, that is. I love the feeling of receiving a fat package in the mail. And so recently, I've bought:

Fake eyelashes: Possibly one of my greatest addictions ever.

#442 from Girl Lashes. Fab service. Quality products.

Ardell Wild Lash Beautiful. These are really pretty and not really dramatic. I love them to death. That's why I bought another 3 on my last order!

Coloured contacts: The wonders of the Internet. Now I can find coloured contacts in my prescription that don't cost me 500 buckaroos!

The contacts don't show because my dad took my digital camera and I had to settle for the lousy phone camera. But they're a dark blue-grey. And I'm wearing lash #442. :)

Oversized sunglasses: Isn't it pretty? For only 10 buckaroos! And I got the case for like 8 bucks on an online spree.

Eyebrow trimming package: 6 sessions for $58 at Easy Perfect. Because good brows are important. That stupid Clementi threading place was giving me injuries aplenty and inconsistent shapes. Ughhh!

Okay, I shall stop logging my purchases for now. Else I'd probably get a heart attack seeing how much I spent.


August 12th, 2008 Comments(1)

Yes I know it's 5:38AM. I just can't sleep.

It's nowhere near the end of the year, but can 2008 get any worse? News of deaths of people I know keep reaching me. One of the many a dear friend, and recently, my grandfather. And so, I spent my birthday at my grandfather's funeral, pissed off at some of my relatives and cousins, who were clearly there only because they had to be. Smokey eyes and an ugly, dressy shirt with ruffles, hello? Showing off your bloody Nissan Latio like it's some Porsche at a funeral, hello?! Jess said that wakes bring out the ugliness in people. Word.

At least I have fond memories of that stubborn old man.

Sometime this year, I managed to get together with one of the most amazing plonkers ever. How unbelievably credulous was I to actually believe he was any different from the many men I have crossed paths with? Oh wait, he was special. The only one who ever managed to ruin my already miserable birthday by sending a dozen (preordered, no doubt) red roses to my doorstep when the last thing I needed was to be reminded of him.

Jess, bless her soul, was livid at said plonker. Perhaps even more so than I was. Feng shui master was consulted. Though I don't need one to know that I have no luck in relationships. Certainly I have no lack of suitors, some overzealous. (Fact. Absolutely nothing to be proud of. I prefer quality over quantity. But it's the quantity I end up with.) But even as I am consciously trying to make the right choices (mind over heart, reason over passion), I always, always make the wrong ones.

Or maybe it's a good thing not to be stuck with the same man for decades, only to end up being traded in for a newer model after acquiring stretchmarks, varicose veins, and saggy breasts giving birth to his bad genes.

Next one up in line: Try hard - try bloody hard. And even then, I may not believe you. Ever. Totally not my fault. Blame your predesscors.