Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Shallow me and maybe a drunken post.

I know the Cannes festival was months ago, I just realised this post was in draft. Silly me. But the more I read the post, the more drunk and vapid I sounded. I recommend you skip all the words and jibberish and just look at the pictures. Because I might have downed more alcohol, knowing full well that my life will never be as fabulous as theirs.

Marion Cotillard. She's perfect.

She always looks natural and happy to be there. I'm really considering chopping my locks to get her haircut now.

Chanel Fall 2013 and my makeup always look the same.

Remember the occasional accidental visits to Chanel I mentioned a few weeks ago? I've stopped going to town. Just so I won't drop by, try on new makeup and buy maybe a couple of nail polishes and powders to perk up my day.

But I haven't stopped browsing all the goodness online. Dear gawd you are not helping.

Chanel Superstition Fall 2013.

I don't need more makeup. Hell, I still have makeup that I haven't used, like the Urbay Decay eyeshadows. Mostly because I don't know how, and I just don't have the time every morning to make magic happen. But, I still want the new blush and lippie. Swoon.

Friday, July 05, 2013

Scootin' to Sydney and our love for pesto pasta began.

On my trip to Sydney last week, I had one of the most refreshing inflight meals. See, I was flying Scoot, a budget airline. Well J and I opted for ScootBiz, since there was just no way we were going to fly cattle class on a budget airline overnight for 7 hours. We are too old and spoilt at this point in our lives to do that now.

Anyhoooo, somewhere above 30000ft in the sky, we were served stewed beef in red wine, accompanied by a cold pesto pasta salad and apple crumble. We were floored. It was one of the best inflight meals we've had among all the budget airlines we've taken.

Ever since then, I have a craving for cold pesto pasta salad. Something easy with greens.

Friday, June 14, 2013

E3, games and the emergence of my inner geek.

I've tried. Really. With every fibre of my being, I did not write anything about E3 2013 but my inner geek (inner? really? It's all out there under the sun.) broke out the huge grin on my face as news of PS4, Final Fantasy, Call of Duty and all the goodness Disney became oh-so-real. Yeah. All the fun stuff are coming to the stores near you. Time to lock and load!

Seriously Xbox ONE. You got pwned. End of friggin story.

Can't share games.
Can't play your old games.
Need to be online all the time even though I'm just playing my own game in my own little world.
And the creepy camera that watches you the whole time and sends gawd-knows-what back to Microsoft as you battle your way through Call of Duty.

(It's not really just nerd fandom who's flipping tables in rage. Microsoft's response: Don't like Xbox ONE? Keep playing your old Xbox 360. Read this on the Consumerist. You'll burn for this.)

I'm so glad Sony one-upped you like nobody's business.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Grown up, self-centered and unkind.

I haven't been writing much for ages. I've been trying to post interesting finds on the interwebs, but nothing on actual thoughts. That says a lot about my life in general. Lots going on, but nothing cerebral to shout about. Work, bills, obligations. No one said being a grown-up was easy. Maybe that's why we drink like a fish now. Nothing cures stress and frustration like a cold stiff drink in hand and venting endlessly. (Spoken like the true blue alcoholic)

-- Mmmmm "Between the Sheets". Yummmmmmmm.

20s was a blast. I shopped and holidayed my pain away. Now that I'm in my 30s (gooooooood lawdddddddddd) and I can't just fly away on a whim or buy lots of clothes like money is getting out of fashion, I drink. Cest la vie.

As I get older (sigh.) I realise nothing matters. Our family is all we have. And what's family? It's the intangible that holds us together.

Wispy layered hair and a ponytail twist.

I want to love my hair. I really do. But sometimes, all that wishing and hoping get you nowhere. The odd ones that just stand straight up, reaching for the sky despite all the product I've piled on. The ends which don't seem to get nourished even though I've resorted to using the hair mask as a conditioner, a tip from my loving hairdresser Rebecca. I should pay her a visit soon.

And the general flatness. Boy oh boy, the flatness.

So yeah I'm pretty much a basket case when it comes to presentation. My skin is bad and my hair stands. The wise Cher Horowitz once said, "..a full-on Monet. It's like a painting, see? From far away, it's OK, but up close, it's a big old mess." The complete package. Poor J haha.

-- The Princess "You broke my brush" Diaries

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Love: Chanel Rose Cache and being well-groomed.

I am utterly in love with my nail polish!

Loving Chanel's Rose Cache to bits. It's a muted shade of pink, not too ballerina and not too aged as well. I am a sucker for all things Chanel (especially the more affordable items such as makeup) and everything natural and polished.

I pause in front of the pink whenever I go for manicures. I don't know, I guess I'm old school when it comes to colors.

Sunday, June 02, 2013

I am going back to Sydney.

It's been 7 years since I graduated from uni. So, 7 years since I went back to the city which graciously homed me for 4 years, and opened my eyes to new things. Good lord has it been that long?

I've been back to Australia during these 7 years, mainly to the Gold Coast to see J's folks. But Gold Coast is not Sydney.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Affordable home remedies or splurge of the century

In my quest for glowing better healthy skin, I scour the interwebs to bring tiny pockets of gem to hopefully remedy the situation.

I'm really not into buying a whole tub of cream, just to find out that my skin goes funky the moment I put a smidgeon on. What am I going to do with the whole tub anyway? 

The smallest tub goes for $255. J gave me the face when I held up a bottle, I put it back sheepishly.

I want something simple, gentle and affordable to try before I splurge hundreds of dollars on something that's probably going to run out after 2 days' of use. What to do, what to do.

Monday, May 27, 2013

The amazing Liv Tyler.

Liv Tyler.

Lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony, skin as white as snow.

The embodiment of Snow White, if she's real.

So imagine my excitement when I found this interview with the gorgeous Liv!

Take long baths to unwind and relax. Your mental state does affect how you look and face each day.
Take time off to look after yourself. Put on a face mask, put your feet up or nurse a hot cuppa tea while you stare into space. Everyone needs a break.

I have a new soulie.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Skin woes: new level of depression and last ditch efforts.

Urm yeah, on the same note. I have a wedding dinner to attend tonight and my skin is, oh I don't know but the dermatologist said this morning "with more laser, we can do something about the coarseness and the scarring", depressing.

Yeah if I'm not depressed I don't know what I'm feeling now.

  1. Laser in the morning.
  2. Face mask in the afternoon.
  3. Slapping on a thick layer on moisturiser like you would smear a cake with frosting 2 hours before the event.

Smells like desperation. Green tea scented desperation.

3 simple but tres chic hairstyles

I'm attending a mate's wedding dinner this evening and I can't wait to try this!

--3 Chic Knotted Hair Styles from

Plus it's a great look for work, weddings, dates etc. I have 6 weddings from now till September so more tips = more joy. Woohoo!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The crazy credit card bill, drab and The White Dress.

It has been a very blah 2 weeks and I'm in such a rut. I wear black all the time, I'm starting to repeat my dresses every 2 weeks (!!!), I feel am fat, my belly shows and I need something that is flattering and nice.

[I'm a creature of habit. I wear things that are comfortable and easy to care for. I even wear the same black heels every day. Yeah... I bought 5 pairs at one go in Seoul. Fits well, zero blisters. Heaven.

I haven't worn the burgundy or the one with the bow yet. And Seoul was almost a year ago. Yikes.

And the black one is almost on its way out. :(  le sigh.]

I've got to stop going back to the same ol' things and I'm starting to feel drab. Anyhoo I need a quick shopping fix. And maybe quit drinking the 10 cocktails that are contributing to my waist line.

May I present, The White Dress.

This one is a peplum zip front dress from Asos. I think the zipper lengthens the body and makes me look taller. Me likes. And at $96 it's pretty affordable.

-- Buy it here on Asos

Coast Enna Dress is flattering too. All the drapey goodness to hide the flab and still look put together at the same time. But this is a whopping $246. I'm still smarting from April's Citibank bill (which unfortunately exceeded my monthly salary by a jaw dropping $3000) so I don't think I'm going to spend that much on a dress.

But oh how I wish I could!

-- Buy it here on Asos

What to do, what to do.

Wednesday, May 08, 2013

Voting for the first time and the immense despair that followed.

It's been a few days, and I've maintained silence on the subject because I may just post something that will haunt me. I'm going to keep it vague so whatever I write is not going to land me in jail.

[Really, you never know with these guys.]

Yup I voted. For the first time in my life, I voted. I voted as a citizen.

Early Sunday morning, my parents and I went to my uncle's place since we were all assigned the same polling station. We decided to go together as an extended family to vote. The polling station was just down the road in a public school. We walked there in the rain with all our brollies, all excited. One side of the road was closed so people could park nearer to the school. You could sense the excitement and hope in the air.

Maybe for the first time, there was hope. There was a better tomorrow. Maybe.

Foundation - The quest for The One.

I use makeup everyday and I'm always on the lookout for something great. No outbreaks, no heartaches.

I was almost running out of MAC when I bought a bottle of Chanel Vitalumiere Aqua. I love it. Love it. It's light, provides enough coverage and not cakey. The assistant said I should apply with a brush to get a more finished look, and that's how I ended up with the mini brush set. (Sigh there goes my bank account again. Seriously, why am I not on Citibank's valued customer list is beyond me. They earn way too much from me every month.)

Anyhoo I find the makeup a bit much when I apply it with a brush. Plus it takes me forever to get it done! I don't know how Lisa Eldridge does it so effortlessly on her video tutorials. So now, I'm applying the foundation with my fingers. Somehow I can blend it a little better than the brush.

(Watch her videos if you can. There's lots to know about foundation!)

This is all good and dandy till lunch time.

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

When my skin falls apart.

For the past 2 3 4 6 months (let's just leave it at 6 because I'm about to cry), I was soooo soooo busy that I was practically running on fumes. Naturally, you can hardly call my lifestyle urm balanced. Rushed meals, fast food, erratic sleeping hours and utter lack of exercise (unless you count the daily walks to the bus stop)  have rendered me a whale of a person. I feel like Jabba the hut with bad skin.

On my weekends I've tried to go for facials but since my schedule was so unpredictable, I could only call to make appointments on Friday evening or Saturday morning, praying that everyone has such good skin there's an empty slot of 3 hours for me. (Really, it takes that long. All that washing and masking and exfoliating. It's really nice, and the scent of Dermalogica massage oil puts me to sleep. Facial and a nap, no wonder I always feel better.)

Anyway no facials for the past 6 months.

Now, I'm fat with a muffin top and my skin is just... oh my god where do I begin. It feels tight after I wash it. I look tired all the time. My pores are gigantic volcano craters and not to mention the pimple scars. Seriously my life (and face) can't be any worse.

(For all my skin battles, go to here. It's a never ending uphill battle against pimples, sensitivity, aging and dehydration. Whatever can go wrong has gone wrong.)

My results of skipping weekly mask and exfoliation:

  • Dry and dehydrated skin
  • Dull looking skin, with uneven colour
  • More pimples, especially at jaw and chin area
  • Slow healing of acne scars

Steps that I've used to bring back my skin to "normal":

  • Using products containing hyaluronic acid- My Hada Labo toner 
  • Drinking lots of water! Actually, no. I hate water, and subconsciously I hardly refill my water bottle when I run out.

HAHAHA. What results?

I think the Hada Labo toner works. My face no longer feels like it's about to crack after I wash it, but I won't say that it's all bouncy and healthy like a baby's bottom. I'm using the blue one, with arbutin for whitening. I don't want to be fair, I just want my skintone to be even and the scars to lighten.

No amount of skincare products will help unless I actively cut down on the coffees that power me throughout the day, get more sleep and lower my stress/anger levels. I've thought about going back to the dermatologist but who has the money ($250 per session me thinks) and time (1 hour wait for a 5 minute laser zap) to do this every week?!

Le sigh.

Friday, February 08, 2013

Spring cleaning mania

As Chinese New Year draws closer, my panic-freak-out-let's-clean-everything side takes over. I think when you use Google Calendar to organise your cleaning routine, it's time you acknowledge there's a problem and you need help.

There is just too much to do. My living room is in a perpetual state of chaos, since we use it as a home office. There's mail, laptops (there're 3 of us at home but my dining table looks like we are operating a call center), magazines, newspaper, loose stationery (the last I counted: 3 pens, 2 rubber bands about 5 paper clips), bits of twisty tie only god knows where that came from, 2 iPad/iPhone cables, 2 ipads, 3 iphones and a partridge in a pear tree.

And my console table is a permanent dropbox for everyone. Keys, opened mail, unopened mail, work stuff (mostly mine), comic books (mostly my brother's), 2 headphones (all J's) and various snacks. The couch is where all clean laundry goes (to die). For some reason, I'm the designated fold-er in the family so all the clean laundry goes from the rack onto the couch, while everyone waits for the clothes to be magically sorted, folded and placed in their respective wardrobes.

-- As seen on tv! where magic happens.

Sigh. This is so NOT the dream apartment I had in mind.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Happiness will not be downloaded.

I'm a firm believer of The Maker. Not God, but the importance of tangible achievement.

There is no joy from being a keyboard warrior. All the typing and word documents and spreadsheets do not match up to something tangible, like the macarons you (try to) bake. They look less like Laduree's and more like (in J's words) fairy t-u-r-d macarons but the joy you get from seeing them rise in the oven is priceless.

-- Not the ones I baked but similar with the little tip at the top. Sigh.


Yeah.... I am a crappy baker.

Work and the meaning of life

Wow has it been 3 months since my last post?

Guess I'm just uninspired.

Work had taken over and I really couldn't remember the last time I didn't bring work home. It was so bad that I had started gnashing my teeth in my sleep, dreaming about Excel spreadsheets and waking up with clenched fists. As I type the words out, I wish I had been joking or exaggerating about the Excel spreadsheets. Sigh. Life as a grown up with bills is hard.

An opportunity came up some time in October and I grabbed onto it like it was the last float in the sinking ship that I was in. To me, it was make-or-break time. Sure it wasn't something in my comfort zone and it threw me off my career path a little but hey, a girl's gotta get out while she still can, right?

So here I am, 2 months as a secondee, running/manning/babysitting projects at the client's office.

Anyway back to how life as a grown up is hard.

Every morning I take the bus to work. It's a 45-minute journey to Mordor and much like Lord of the Rings, I enjoy the scenery/weirdos along the way. Every now and then I'll spot the fanciest, latest and greatest cars on Earth at the traffic lights. I mean, these guys are on their way to work as well but here I am, having arm contact with a weird stranger on a crowded bus while they are all buckled up in their Ferraris, Lamborghinis and Maseratis. Like this morning, a Rolls Royce stopped right next to me.

I'm so insanely jealous.

(At one point, J and I thought there must be a sale at Maseratis because a friend of ours got one. And we saw 5 on the same stretch of road. Are they giving away Maseratis now? We don't need a new car, much less a fancy one but seriously where did the money come from?)

And to reiterate in case I go off tangent again, where did all the money come from? Am I doing something wrong? Well, obviously because lowly employees like me won't ever make it big and stay on a private island. A supercar costs around $500,000. You can buy a small apartment with that.

This came to mind as I'm typing the post. The cleaning lady just came into the room to tip the rubbish bin. We smiled and exchanged pleasantries. She's around 50 and she takes care of the office, maybe 6 floors of it. She earns about $1300 a month, tops. (The lady who cleans the washrooms earns only around $1000 and she works 5 days a week, 12 hours a day.) How do you live, knowing that life isn't as hard as we thought it is and yet we can't stop complaining about it?

We're healthy and have a comfortable lifestyle while there are people who have trouble getting by. Sometimes I just feel ashamed for being so lucky. J thinks we should be thankful for what we have.

So what will you do if money was no object?

I'll set my family up. I'll take a reduced portfolio at work and do charity work at the hospital. I'll take my mom and dad on a vacation they so need. I'll help the poor, elderly, children, disadvantaged and sidelined. I want to do something tangible to help.

What will you do?

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