My 12 Days of Christmas

Even though we ain't in New Zealand this year, Christmas was as lovely.

On Christmas Eve, we went to the Flower exhibition at Suntec City. It was super cold there at level 6, and the flowers there made the whole place smell somewhat like New Zealand. OKie if mai hiam the place really smells a bit like the air in Waiheke Island. And it was sooo pretty that it felt like Christmas!!! Oh and the student concession for the entry ticket was really good too. (And for those who thought the exhibition was for old ladies to buy CNY flowers, and missed it, then I must say, it's really a pity)

My silly boyfriend had also prepared a nice 12 days of Xmas for me this year.

On the 1st day of Xmas, my Zy gave to me: 1 Fasio Powerstay Mascara & Clinique sample

On the 2nd day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: A pretty beads handicraft book

On the 3rd day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: Xmas Edition Oreo! <--That's for Xiaobai

On the 4th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: A loaf of fruit cake

On the 5th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: A big teapot

On the 6th Day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: Chocolate fondue maker

On the 7th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: 2 bottles of Misiones de Rengo (chilean wine)

On th 8th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: A crimson Swarovski pendant ( I knew that already)

On the 9th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: a kids size bathrobe

On the 10th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: Furry bedroom slippers

On th 11th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: A pair of Red Ninewest Heels!!

On the eve of Xmas my Zy gave to me: An Angel's costume (*Wink)

And Finally...

***And the best part of it all, is that I am no longer contracted to the stoopid Ex-agency. Whee~~ It's gonna be a great year! And sorry for the late pics. Internship's fault.

A mighty interesting Xmas at SAM

It's been a week since I started my internship and I haven't had an entry on it...See shows that I've been really busy at work. Hurhur...The working hours are really pretty long, but the people at my office are real dears. I mean they don't even scream at me for falling asleep once in a while.

Anyway, we had a mighty interesting xmas celebration last thursday. For that event, we were supposed to build a xmas tree. Oh well, it turned out to be decorating the xmas tree...We were given paints, markers, ferrero rocher wrappers and coloured paper to transform plain white styrofoam cups and balls into little angels.

For the sake of the lazier people, they also bought white trixie dolls for us to paint on. Which I happily used it.

And just because I'm interning at the Art Museum it means that I'm creative? No...As can be seen soon, yours truly haven't an iota of artistic flair. And so luckily for me, (and unluckily so for SAM), neither does my partner intern. Haha...

Mine turned out looking like a blow doll (yea those kind of BLOW Doll) that had been hit on the head until its silly...

Oh but joy we felt when the buffet came. And pigged out did I...

Oysters...yummy!!
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Here's some of the nicer angels & Dolls.

There's one in Kabaya done by this really sweet malay lady. or at least that was what she was trying to do.

And some red spaghetti messy hair doll.

And my favourite!!! The giant angel made by the Deputy Director though I can't remember her name.

Oh we also had to do sing a song and record it into a video. I thought it was dumb, and it was way too long. We used the 12 days of christmas, with most of the ppl singing really off-key. But I wasn't allowed to post it on my blog...Anyway it'll probably bore everyone to death.

Chirpy Christmas SAM!

PS: Not that I want to say..., but my blog hasn't been working noramlly since my previos entry....and only yesterday did I realize that there were only a pathetic few pictures that managed to turn up.

And I took so many pictures this holiday and I couldn't load it onto the blog cos of the network or some other problems.....Hurhurhur...Now I'll do it with a vengeance. Esp since school is starting...and I'll start getting bored.

Screw you *J

My ass-faced ex-agency refused to pay me my last cheque. They kept saying it's not ready...well I tendered my payment 2 weeks ago and in the past if they can do it on the spot for me, why cant they now? Apparently, after their shift in management, they've been resorting to unscrupulous, lowly means to earn money.
In any case, I met somebody who used to be quite a big-shot in that agency, *S. And apparently when she quit, they held back her pay. Sigh should I just go to small claimm tribunal and claim back my amount? Or should I just be so great that I'll squash them like an ant next time? I might do just that. Anyway, life outside the agency has been great so far. Can't be more explicit...

'Lose a battle to win a war'...That's what Clausewitz said. That's what the Romans did in response to Hannibals' double envelopment in the Battle of Cannae. I didnt write an essay on Clausewitz in vain after all. Hurhurhur...

Walking out

2 more days to getting my final pay cheque from my EX-agency and then I'm free!! After which I'll not have anything to do with them or maybe I'll change my number or whatever, because I have really grown to despise the way the people at the management level functions. I thought of entering a whole entry complaining about them the day I handed in my resignation letter and my agent, being a complete ass as usual, he raised such a big hoo-haa over it. But basically, the whole outcry just made me damn glad that I broke contract and left the agency. Talk about uneducated piece of shit. But to do that, I had to risk asking one of my friends from outside the agency to replace me for the 3 events that my booker unreasonably insisted that I had accepted. I mean I could have just not cared and walk away, but he'd not only confiscated my existing payment and go around bad-mouthing me and basically harrass me non-stop until maybe I find an assassin. I mean he would now anyway, but if I had done that, it'll be worse. Anyway I'm really sorry Charlotte. But you were my best chance. Becos U r pretty, sexy and witty. The type that sells <---I hope that helps..hurhurhur. Can't be toooooo explicit here, cos well...you never know who's reading.

Apart from thanking Charlotte, I'm also really grateful to Jessica for being really sweet and Yew Kwang for helping me out. But most of all I'm really grateful to my greatest wonderful darling boyfriend who stood by me bravely like a hero when *J was raining insults at me (then zy) and who spoke up to me despite *J repeatedly asking him to shut up (which we thought was really dumb especially *J kept asking him his opinion). And the perfect piece of resignation letter, which *J totally didnt like, but it was the most perfect piece of termination letter. I mean that's probably why he was so pissed off when he read it even though there was technically nothing rude in the letter. EVen though we only executed Plan A, (yes, there was a template for PLan B & C), I really appreciate your effort in exhausting all your cheem legal knowledge to help me with my resignation, and stayin up till late to finish compiling the documents

To my friends from the agency who actually reads my blog, (note the word friend hor): I'd really miss u guys. Please don't pass words around. Let the idiots in the agency guess all they want, they'll soon find themselves with new musings. At least up till this point, I think those of you who have my blog address are my friends. Haha.

Initially I had wanted to type a whole entry complaining about the whole episode, but on further contemplation, I've decided to present my case as such. Firstly, I would not use my Neverland to advertise the stoopid agency. They're just so bloody not worth it. Secondly, they're not worth me getting worked up as I recollect memories from that day, and they're totally not worth an entire entry space. SO it became half kaopei & half thanking.

Anyway, my new internship has been kind of timely, in the sense that I could use it as an excuse to quit, and also it kind of immersed me into a new environment that's completely different from the bitchy, competitive and sometimes crass world that my EX-agency had pushed me into. More on that in the next entry. Gotta sleep...

'First' Day at work

Oh Joy!

I woke up this morning excited about my first day of internship at the Singapore Art Museum.
ZY drove me to work, and despite mis-reading the map and missing the Clemenceau Exit, I was early!
I walked around the place, and finally got to asking this female security guard how can I enter the building.
SHe told me that the Museum ain't open till 10am, and I happily told her I'm looking for my supervisors cos I'm the new intern.
But I was early, so I decide to wait a while...

Then hor....I took out the print-out of the email that they sent me the other day....

It says "Your internship period will be from 12 Dec 2006 to 5 Jan 2007"

Which means I came for work 1 day early. 1 whole day can...This is soooo Classic.
I am such a retarded kukunaden. But then again who starts work on tues one????!!!!


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Last night when I called my mom in Xi'an, she told me she didnt get any boots for me. WHY????
Sho sad...the past few times she called me she kept telling me how nice the clothes, boots every other thing in Xi'an was so nice and shopping was soooo fucking cheap, and according to her, the fashion there was not some lousy PRC communist fashion. So I was so excited, and for the past few days I kept conjuring up possible images of some nice boots that she bought for me.
Then last night she called and said that she got me a very very cute hair clip....errr I haven't worn a hair chip since JC. Still being very excited at the idea of getting new boots, I enquired about them. Then my mom told me "Dad says these boots very lousy one la, don't buy" Please lor, if I buy in SIngapore $50 also equally lousy, unless of course I'll do an amazon again, and get a pair from nine-west or the likes. But that'll cost me about USD100 +++ If China got boots for about 10SGD why not man?? Damn...My dad doesn't understand man....If only I was there, I'd make sure I'd clear out their shelves and bring it back to Singapore to sell during the flea market thing.

To-do list after exam

Study I should. 1 More Paper...But who feels like studying, however exciting Mahan's theroy of Naval Superiority or how the war strategy has change because of technology.

ANyway this is my to-do list:
(Some of them I already sneak-start to-do)

-choose a nice blogskin for my blog Need all the help I can get.

-learn how to insert pictures or anything I want to put on my sidebar (anybody who knows how to do that please email me. The stupid profile picture is so ridiculously small that nobody will notice even if I paste a Mo Xiaoling photo over it...and they limit it to 50KB. Who on earth can take a decent picture that is of 50KB??) I need all the advice anyone can give. PLEASE!!!

-buy new skirt for work. Hmmm in case anyone hasn't noticed, I don't own any skirt that is not a miniskirt.

-shop for diamantes to embellish my clothes. I look like I have new clothes all the time because I have a hobby of pulling apart of clothes to create a new look

-shop for more diamante to make accessories. I'll list it for sale if they're nice. If they're too nice I'll keep it for myself.

-get christmas presentsSSSsss

-Think about my new shoes. Wear them around the house or something.

-sleep more

-go shopping with Laura and take alot of photos. Alot Alot Alot...
-excercise off my *Blubbers*

-enforce my diabolic plan to free myself from being exploited by the low-lying bourgeois. Will be explained in due time.


*******Mum just called me from China. Glad to know she's having fun...Daddy's joining her in a few days. I can't go cos i'll be working. Sad I am*******

What a blah day~

I so have no mood to study.
I'm being cam-whorish

Sinfully yours...

The Prof Farrell syndrome

I was so deep in thoughts and busy in SMS-ing today just after my War and Society Paper that I got scared out of my daylight when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder followed by a very familiar deep booming voice of Prof Farrell saying that he was really glad to see my applications for the internship. I took like 10 seconds to recover from the shock and all the while babbling incoherently like an idiot about how he bloody scared me. It's like he has like this sense of aura about him and is so tall and he knows EVERYTHING in the world(the best probably being about divorce), that I always felt a little dumb when I'm talking to him.

Anyway, when he said that and after I head towards a different direction in the History dept, I felt a little sad. Those words seemed to be like the last sentence that he will ever say to me, unless I'm doing my honours. The war and society module exam today seems to mark the end of the Farrell modules for me. I so want to take all his modules, and the other day in one of his "Come see me session", I casually asked him if he'd be doing the Singapore MIlitary History Module the next sem (because it is not reflected on the module website for the next sem), I was like super disappointed when he pointed out that he'd only be doing 2 modules; none of which I can take, because, I've taken 1 already and the other one is like for the honours students. So if I decide to just pursue a Bachelor, today's exam effectively marks the end of Farrell's lesson!!!! *SOBZ*

Farrell is like my idol ever since I have decided to major in history, and although when I first got taught by him in my 1st sem, I was super stressed, that I wanted to drop the module; but I grew fond of his every style and regard him as the BESTEST history professor in the whole wide world. If I'm going to teach, I wanna be able to teach like him. Okie not really...but you get my point. I used to think that he wears his jeans too high, but over the semesters, I've grown to regard them as being very "Farrell". That it's almost like a brand. PLus I lurrrve it when he puts both his hands on his tummy. I would stare when he does that until there was once I think he might have caught me staring. Hurhurhur...! But it's wierd because somehow I'll imagine a s-sized t-shirt fitted over it, ever since the time he kept suaning me in class over my t-shirt that says "TROUBLE". Ask any of my project mates in the module about the sort of nonsense we whisper about Farrell in class.

Anyway...Why did he say that he was glad that I sign up for the intership? Does it mean that he thinks I'm too slack, so he's glad that I'm finally booked myself and internship and do some "real" job? And if he had read through my application I'll just die of embarrassment because I wrote a very "self-glorifying", extremely cheesy Reasons for Application that I thought wouldn't matter because nobody other than Dr Mark Emmanual would vet through it, and since he didn't know me personally, I'll only start to worry about that part if I get the SAM internship.

Which I did! =p They just called me.

Anyway it was funny cos when I went for the interview with Dr Emmanual, I walked pass him along the dept's corridor, without knowing that it was him, and asked Prof Farrell where he is, right IN FRONT OF him.

Eating Biscuits...

I am never eating biscuits with you again!
If I want biscuits I'll wait for you to sleep then eat to my heart's contents.

I just had my Social Variance of Language

paper today. And I think I should just eat shit and die. The questions were like so bloody cheem and so there were and too many points to ponder upon and just too many questions to answer within 2 hours. This is the kind of paper that You look at it and you don't even know what it is talking about or what the question is asking. There are about a million layers of meanings in a sentence and that's why I HATE sociology becos I can never look beneath the surface of the question with some imagination and answer the question. Kenasai. Granted they are the 'application' type. But then how do you apply when you don't even know what it is talking about???? Tutorial also like that, the type of questiona that are asked is the type that even Karl Marx wouldn't have an iota of idea what they are asking. Nobody in class ever gets what the question is actually asking.
For example:
The question: Accents closer to standard pronounciation tend to be more highly regarded than localized accents. IN industrial societies, universal education and mass media make the standard accessible to all strata of society. Yet dialect persist, why?

my answer: Because people use dialects and non-standard variations to show solidarity among people of the same speech community. (simple right? make sense right?)

But then hor what the question is actually asking, according to the tutor, WHy is there differences in usage patterns of language?
Wah siao who go and link here link there and twist the question until like that?
Then the more or less correct answer is
Because a idea of a "standard" language is a ideologically laden. It is a real concept, but not an objective one. Hence, there is no clear boundary in standard language, because acquiring a language is an ongoing process of acculturation. (My insert before I fully understood what the question meant)There will always be deviation from the "standard" form, as people meet, form new networks, migrat etc. Hence there is no purely linguistic justification of what is a a dialect.

Go one big round just to say because there is no such thing. Think I'm so free issit??? Crazy Kukunaden

I feel soooo devasted. SO depressed. This is only my first paper and it's horrible. And horrible not becos I didn't study or prepare enough, but simply because I'm not cheem enough. Sian. I should just go online shopping on Amazon.com for the rest of the exam period. It's like losing the air campaign 1st step into the Gulf War. I'm sure if the Air campaigns of the UN coalition was twarted by the Republican guard, the ground troops will feel as demoralized as me lor. Sian~~~

There's a stoopid, uneducated, insolent piece of shit

in the form of an ah beng working as a hawker in the PGP BLOCK 8 canteen. He takes orders for the zi char store and he thinks he's so great. Usually I see him only feel like smacking his face already. From his swagger, the uncouth way he talks, the way his half-fucked face looks at you, everything about him irks me off. Even the food his stall cook is not so nice and super oily, but my bf thinks that it is the only stall that is remotely decent in PGP so we occasionally buy from that stall, if we are not cooking and we are not going out. But this uneducated, insolent piece of shit ah beng pulled the last string yesterday.

Usually my string is more elastic than this...but his mannerism and my impression of him already pulled it to the tightest. Then yesterday, he was super rude to us because he was closing. Granted that we got hungry only very late and whatever we wanted to order was finished, so we took a while to decide on alternatives...and all the while, he impatiently and very very very rudely in the most ah beng manner possible, hollared that he's closing, so hurry make up our minds. When we ask him what food does he have left then, he gave a very stupid and useless answer and kept "tsk tsk-ing" impatiently. OKie, if you want to close already, why can't you just say so nicely? We are afterall customers. If you are so eager to go home then don't sell us la, why must you do the "tsk". So, being very pissed off, I dragged my boyfriend from the stall and went to the next-door stall to queue. They were probably buddy stall because the sell almost similar food. Then the stoopid ah beng whom I decide to ignore blatantly went to the other stall, and just when we were about to order, he called out "Not selling...closing" TaMaDe *fucker!!
It was possible that was coincidental, so my and ZY went to the mixed veg stall to order, but when we turned around, the stall continued to take orders from 2 stupid fat PRCs who don't look like they need another meal of oily zi char food. Then I caught the ah beng smirking from the corner of my eye. If I were Batman I would have fry his finger in the pot of oil in his kitchen. Or maybe the next time when I eat at his stall, I'll take a whole stack of chopsticks and plastic spoon; even better, the next time I don't even order from his stall and I just take a huge serving of plastic spoon. Dammit..I hate ah bengs. Even when I was relief teaching, I hate ah bengs. They all think they can attract female teachers by stalking them, or talking loudly with their greasy face (and hair), or filming me when I'm teaching, or by calling them "chiobu". Please lor, you all are just a bunch of brainless KUKNADENs to me. Even Saddam Hussein is more attactive can.

I love...

rainy rainy days.

I love sleeping non-stop and wake up to fall asleep again.

I love free MacDonalds meal
(too bad the Mac manager didnt offer us a 2nd free meal)

I love online shopping

But I hate studying for exam.....WHy??????? WHy???????????? WHY??????

Femme Fatale

I have this newfound obsession of reading the blogs of hot bloggers. And I mean really gorgeous ones, not those half-fucked wannabes who are trying to imitate those who were shot to fame by blogging. I admit that since Secondary School, I have a habit of sussing out pretty girls on the streets and this habit got worse as I grew up...when a really hot girl walk pass me-I mean the really really hot and good-looking ones,not those look nice from the back only-I'll not be able to resist the urge to turn back and STARE!!! And I totally do not understand when some less than good looking girls can actually comment that such an eye-candy is not good looking. I mean if she's not then who is?? But then again these are usually the people who don't think anyone else except themselves is good-looking. it's like all the pretty girls back in ex-hall had bad reputations, and are widely hated, unless they are extremely chummy with everyone in hall, and/or if they are super enthusiatic about hall stuff.
Anyway, Blog surfing is like one vice that I picked up only recently this sem. In fact late this semester only. So I guess checking out the blogs of babes as a habit naturally fell into my agenda. But now, I've become like one of those disgusting lecherous internet porn ah peks who blog stalk pretty girls. URGHH!! Of late, I'm very caught up with this very popular, very pretty blogger whose name I shall not type in my blog in case people actually typed in her name on search engines and end up in my blog, and then end up very disappointed. But she is like so gorgeous that she don't actually look real. It's like I'll just look at her pictures and hyperventilate...its like her eyes her clothes, her hair, everything is just so perfect. I could spend a whole say just looking at her...okie and this other girl whom she supposedly copied her face from.
But then hor, I also heard that she had plastic surgery. A bit of nip and tuck here and there is fine. But her supposedly old photos clearly shows a totally different face. If it was the same person, it's almost like the old one died and reincarnate into the new one, which was not a bad thing, because now she has the brains, the looks and the boobs. I mean I looked equally KUKU and nerdy before NUS, with bad haircut and eyebrows thick enough to cover my eyes and hand-me-down clothes, but I still have the same face, same features. ANyway, I was totally devastated when I saw her supposedly old pictures that my boyfriend went to google for me. I felt a little deceived...But still, real or not, I still thought she is really gorgeous and unparelelled on earth. But if her face was altered, maybe I also want to know her surgeon. I mean looking at very pretty girls sometimes gives me a little inferiority complex. It's like you always want a bit of someone's legs, someone nose, someone's eyelashes, someone's boobs, and someone's chin. If it can be done on (oops I almost typed her name), then I don't see how it can't be done on me. But i think if i do spend thousands of dollars to get my face done, I'll be really angry/devastated if just 1 person tells me that I'm not pretty, because there'll always be people as abovementioned, who'll go around crushing anyone that looks good. My boyfriend thinks I'm crazy when I told him maybe I want to 'prettify' myself by surgery. hurhurhur...but then I don't have the money, and he'll probably be disgusted with me cos it'll be like kissing michael jackson.
But my point is I love looking at gorgeous girls so much, that it is becoming a major distraction. Like now, I'm supposed to be doing my readings on the Gulf War and preparing for my exam, but I am constantly distracted by the need to check out good looking females, that I think maybe it's lucky that my parents didn't send me to a girls school, or I might just turn towards lesbianism in my teenage years given that I like pretty girls so much. Okie...I must have been too stressed from studying this sem. Okie that was a horrible thought that I'll have to banish, for my boyfriend and for my family and for my studies.

PS: my newest fascination: http://www.egotastic.com/entertainment/celebrities/victorias-secret-lingerie-fashion-show-pictures-001895
Thanks xiaoling -.- .....just as I was about to start studying. in her words "but ohh but they were just too gorgeous that I had to share."

Wishing you were somehow here again...

wishing you were somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would be here . . .
Wishing I could hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed I could . . .

Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?

Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
knowing we must say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength to try . . .

No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye

Ode to Xiaobai

Whenever the cookies in the fridge gets all eaten up and ZY ask me about it, I point to Xiaobai. Whenever we cannot find anything in the room, we scold Xiaobai. But really Xiaobai is so cute and so dear to me that I cannot imagine the day when he'll spoil. He was my mom's Christmas present for me when I was dunno how old and since then he's been my most loyal and lazy friend that can soak up all my tear(literally). I've been following a friend's blog for her new lil baby recently, and it's like an ode to the baby. I also have a baby, and since I cannot start studying seriously without doing something boliao first, I'll dedicating a post to xiaobai. Haha... unlike the baby, XIaobai doesn't have varying expressions and besides getting dirtier and more mangy and flater, he doesn't exactly change. SO there's no need to create 1 whole blog for xb. heeh. just 1 post.

15th Nov 2006

It's a month and 10 days from Christmas. Last christmas was spent in New Zealand, eating muffins and driving for miles on very very low petrol, and finally drinking very very bad tasting Lion Beer. haha or was it Leopard Beer or Red Beer I can't remember, but it was the first christmas with ZY, and my whole family. It was a nice christmas, and exams were the last thing on my mind.

Somehow, things seemed different this sem. I almost forgot Christmas was coming until I went to town the other day and was wondering why they had all those Christmas trees up on display. Perhaps its the age thing. Yes man I've aged(not alot, but still older)... But looking back on the darker days when I was younger, the time when I trusted no one, had faith in nothing, when my future seemed bleak and happiness seemed elusive; growing old seems to have brought me a sunnier disposition in life. Zy in my life especially made life much appealing to me. The eating disorder stopped, stopped thinking about alot of things in morbid ways. Oh well, even if Christmas won't be as fun as last year, it'll be as warm. And maybe I'll ask for a anti-wrinkle face mask from Santa. I've been buring too much midlight oil of late, and I kind of like my face still without the addition of some fine lines etc.

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Finally, tomorrow after presenting our case as General Schwarzkopf during the class simulation on Gulf War, I'd be almost done with mid terms and miscellanous projects. Just 1 other write-up for film and history. Man that module suck. It has no relation to history, I mean it could be labelled as an American Studies module or something and I wouldn't have touched it. EVen though "war" modules are difficult, I think I am going to get a worse grade for than stupid module than all my other warring history module. Seriously, one can never get a sense of what the teacher actually wants. If you get bad grades for that module, you'll always get a bad grade, ie, either you are good at that sort of thing or you are dead. Like me. I feel so demoralized getting lousy grade after lousy grade for that module that I feel its most certainly going to hinder my progress. And to think there is no way out. No way to improve. I seriously do not think I'm lousy, because I dont get lousy grades for all my other modules, except that one. Sigh...

Anyway, like above mentioned, the rest of my papers I did not to badly, and part of my not too bad grades is the effort of ZY. haha. No I didnt force him to write my essays for me although I'd have loved to. To any of my Professors out there reading my blog,

I WROTE ALL MY ESSAYS MYSELF OKIE, NO PLAGARISM, NO BRIBERY.

Anyway, he helped me alot in the sense that he helped me to proof read, make me cut long winded, unnecessary sentence, correct my incoherent, and cook me nice or sometimes burnt dinner when I am rushing to meet a deadline. Hug me tight when I think I'm going to die from writing essay and help me zap reference books, bring me to National Library to find reference books when all those stoopid KUKUs in NUS borrow all the books that I need for research. Make me tea when I'm going to fall asleep and ATTEMPT to stay up with me so that I won't go into a sudden panic mode and freak out in the dark all by myself. He's not a history major so he cant write essays for me. I must emphasize. I love you and thank you for all that you've done for me baby. Muackz!

But the last few days or the last 1 or 2 weeks, I've been really really sick. Maybe because I've been burnt out, or maybe because ZY's sicka nd he passed all his virus to me, I became sick too. And I slept like a lot for the past 2 days. I almost didnt wake up at all. Haha...but then after I had had to wake up for lesson today, I didn't want to wake up despite spending more than 15 hours on bed for the past 2 days.

Time to stop modelling, shopping, and start studying for exams. I'll just pray hard that my grades for Film and History don't get so low that I cannot make it for my honours. Maybe I'll go back to Thailand Erawan Shrine to pray. The last sem that I did that I got pretty decent grades. Hurhurhur.... ZY too.

Blogging Fluff again

I still have like half a million papers to finish before I pack up and study for my exam which is scarily in less than a month. But under such stress and depression, the shopping and blogging bug crept in.

I just blew slightly less than 100USD ie ~130SGD while shopping online. SInce I don't have time to go out, and it's really alot more exciting shopping online, I indulged myself on Amazon. Oh and the price includes shipping as well.


Exchange by Charles David. Black Patent leather ankle stap heels. 4 inch heel. Hmm I luurve black patent heel. I wanted to get a pair of black patent leather pumps, but they werent available for the discount. Perfect for catwalk


Nine West Freda Pumps. In Gold Fabric. 3.5 inch heel


N.Y.L.A Rudelle Peep toe-d Pump. In pewter. 3.5 inch heel

All 3 pairs are popular brands, but if I get them off the shelves in SIngapore, I can very well live on white rice and soya sauce for the rest of the year. Thanks to my sweetest ZY who tried to ease my shopping crave by searching for shoe sales for me. He knows that it makes me happy to shop (for good deals) when I'm down. Oh and he had some Temporary discount something which could knock off a few percent when I buy them...dunno what la but it helped save my bucks and push the price really low.

Now I'd just have to pray that the sizes that I ordered them in are right.
If not I'll hafta give my pretty shoes to my mom...If she can balance on the heels.

Next item on my 'To get' list, Skinny jeans. HURHURHUR!

The black noisy vrooooom-ing car

I hate guys who drives car with modified engine that goes Vroooom vrooom vrooom. Okie maybe the very loud ones apply mainly to motorbikes, but there are car drivers who like to rev their engines so loudly just to state the presence of their cars. Do they think girls are impressed by such a grandiose display of i dunno...masculinity? Well, to say that I find them repulsive is an understatement. What irks me to a greater extent is to be hit on by such drivers.

Just how can anyone be so thick skinned?

I dont usually look the happiest when I am waiting for a bus. I'd wither be stoning or SMS-ing or something. Or if there're mosquitos biting me I'd look cross. But never happy. So what makes them think I am an easy pick up? Crazy bastards. The worse thing is that some of these incidents happen in school. Yes...in NUS!! *Faint*. It doesn't matter if the driver is handsome or greasy faced and gross, if he so much as rev his engine, I will find that repulsive. And no suprises here, all these people who actually try to pick up girls (my friends too)are usually drivers wtih modified engine, and they will ALWAYS revvvvv their engine before unwinding their windows. That is so not cool and so last time. I mean what is with the loud engine, flamboyant cars and picking up girls.

It happened again today and if it happened again to me again the next time, I swear this is what I'll do. I'll stare at the driver, slowly raise my index finger to dig my nose, and flick whatever pisai or non-pisai at the person.

爱 。 梦

他曾经是我的梦
可是梦和爱不一样
梦是美丽的
而爱却实实在在的
若有选择
我会和他处在永远的梦境？
还是追寻脚踏实地的爱？

--流星花园


*shit...now everyone knows I'm a closet fan

Fashion Show for Foi's

Fashion Show for Foi's
Whee~ I got the Fashion Show for Foi's design!!! The show's set on this coming Thurs, 9 Nov, 6 to 630pm, at Centrepoint Atrium.

I'm so relieved bcos I 'waited' for 4 hours to have myself casted the designer, and apparently when I told my agency that I would be late for the casting and fitting because my War and Society tutorial was scheduled to end at 4pm, after the assigned 3pm casting slot for models from my agency.
And I'm very very Happy bcos I love their designs, love their clothes. They're all so feminine, and flirty, with flowy, bright coloured materials; and their intricate signature beadwork, which usually form the halter strap. It's all very very pretty and I feel so happy to be able to model for them. The last time I auditioned for their fashion show, I was still a new model, and I hadn't had any trainings yet. All was well when she inspected my face, my height and my figure, until I had to do a catwalk for her. but I got it this time... Whee~~~~~~
But there's a catch. Just when I was leaving, the designer asked me...(pointing to my black heels)
"Are these going to be your catwalk shoes?"
"Yeap"
"Don't you have higher heels?"
"Yea but they're not black"
"You better go and try to find a 4" or 5" heels, if not you'll look terribly short beside the Caucasian models."
::DANG!::

Sian... not only did I not know she's hiring a mix of models from a few agencies instead of just from mine, I also need higher heels to make up for that Asian-Caucasian height inequality. i won't know anyone there and I'll have no one to talk to and I have to report like 3 hours before for make up and rehearsal. Rehearsal at the Centrepoint Atrium (I think) can?! Sian... which means either I have to buy a pair from ALdo or Americaya or Nine West which will probably eat up a large portion of my pay check for that event, or I'll have to ask around for a 4" size 7/8 black heels. preferably size 8. And I would have to settle all of it before this coming thurs. It's insane to spend so much for a 30 minutes show.
WHY are there no cheapo Singapore shoe shop that sells cheapo 4" heels??? Sigh~ I mean instead of selling all those plasticky looking jewelled slippers they can just sell some real heels for once. Even my current heels are bought from Chatuchuk or Malaysia.

Despite all, I'm still pretty happy to get to model for Foi's clothes, that I even asked my mom if she wanted to come and watch the show. haha

The Dalai Lama Quiz

A few days back, I got a call from my mom. She told me she had forwarded this particular mail with attachment to me and ask me to go and take a look. Thinking that it was something she wanted me to help edit, I went to check all my mails and found that she sent me this mail titled THE DALAI LAMA. Thinking that it was probably some prophecy she got from some techno-savvy fengshui master, I downloaded it.

It turned out to be a stupid quiz called the "TIBETAN PERSONALITY TEST". My mom, of all people sent me that, and she added a ridiculous comment at the bottom that said "very very true". I thought I have quite passed the age of reading chain letters and taking quizes that make you make wishes, and think of a number in the process. And if you stupidly choose a big number, then you'd have to send it to the stated amount of person, or else you'll
1)die a horrible death
2)die as virgin
3)be miserable for the rest of your life
and such.

Nevertheless, I gave it a try. (Why??? I dunno) Maybe because the Dalai Lama suggested it. Haha. I thought he was supposed to go around helping people? Or maybe the chain email was sent as a 'blessing', but i didnt know this kind of thing follows my wireless signals all around.

anyway, the quiz. It started by asking me to make a wish. I wrote down
"I wish that my highlighter won't keep running out of ink." In case I get too lazy to forward the mail and my wish will turn for the worse. And in case the curse/blessing/whatever actually works. It would be a neutral wish.

Question #1
Put the following  5 animals in the order of your preference:
Cow, Tiger, Sheep, Horse, Pig

My order: Sheep, Horse, Tiger, cow, Pig
It was a test on my priorities in life which turned out to be "love", "family", "pride", "career" and "money" respectively. Hmmm does that mean I would dessert my family for love? or the quest of love? I don't think I'd do that. As for career and money, I think I like money better. If there was a way to have money without having a career, I wouldn't mind at all.

Question #2
Write one word that describes each one of the following:
Dog, Cat, Rat, Coffee, Sea.

My answer: cute, exotic, smelly, exciting, happy and suntanning

It turns out Dog describes me
Cat describes my partner
Rat describes my enemy. (If someone was my enemy, i certainly wouldn't want to be close enought to him/her to ascertain that he/she is smelly)
Coffee describes sex
Sea describes my life....(????)

Question #3
Think of someone, who also knows you and is important to you, which you can relate them to the following colors.
Do not repeat your answer twice.
Name just one person for each color:

Yellow, Orange, Red, White, Green.

Given Analysis:
Yellow(my brother) : Someone you will never forget
Orange(xiaobai) : Someone you consider your true friend
Red(laura) : Someone that you really love
White(ZY) : Your twin soul
Green(me) : Someone that you will remember for the rest of your life


This had to be the most ridiculous analysis. It suggests
1) Brothers are meant to be forgotten, but I wont!
2) My true friend is a toy dog
3) I'm a lesbian
4) people actually usually forget themselves, but I won't!

The last one, I had to choose the number, so I conveniently choose the smallest even number.

At least the Dalai Lama that sent this email wasn't so evil. He didn't curse people, but he did mentioned that if the recipient sent to # that is stated in Qn 4, the sender will receive a pleasant surprise. which apparantly my mom was hoping for. Sigh...

Oh and before I end, the chain letter assumed a nice name too. it's called the email mantra. WOnderful.




ps: This entry has no intentions of disrespects to the Dalai Lama. Just to the email. If the Dalai Lama really created the chain email, then (sigh) okie my highlighter will dry up very fast all the time.

TAF club PART II

OKie today's a long day for ZY, and maybe me?!? Well I took very long to print notes at the library and read through them. PLus the week ends for the both of us today!! on Thursday!!! So I wanted to surprise him by making something special.

So I made apple crumble to go with Ben's & Jerry CHunky Monkey ice cream. Phooo~ I found it to be a little bit sweeter than what I wanted, but it was a little too sweet, but still good...After the dessert, we drank beer and watched HOUSE MD... haha the episodes that we missed the other time. There goes my TAF club plan. If this continues, I'm going to become fat and big-assed (bigger than current).

Actually, the main purpose of this blog entry is not to complain about my failed TAF club plan. Firstly, I got sick of the Sukarno and Communist readings; but mainly, I actually just wanted a place to brag about my successful and yummy apple crumble. Maybe one day I'll open a franchise of shops selling black pepper drumlets and apple crumble and mushroom soup. Haha. But according to ZY they were DA BOMB, so I really have to say mah...I mean not many people have had a taste of my 'wonderful' culinary skills. Haha... oH but i have to admit, I am actually not that creative. All the recipes are taken from online cookbooks.

Anyway enough of bragging. Happy birthday Jessalyn!! Hugz...I'm getting sleepy...and Sukarno is of no match to the sleep monster. Hurhur

On my way to joining the TAF club

I'm growing fat. I wanted to start my healthy eating plan today, so I only bought juice for lunch. But I had to get hungry after lesson, plus I wanted to get nice food for ZY as well, so I headed to the engine macs with eileen to get 2 double cheeseburger, 1 strawberry sundae and 1 oreo macflurry. Hurhurhur...

Then for dinner, ZY cooked soup noodles which was really good, but to cheer him up, I went ahead to make strawberries with cream, and I was very generous with the cream. sigh~

SO I think to tone up my fat butt, I need to do TAF club activities. I mean I can feel my waist expanding and my thighs blah blah blah...For the past dunno how many weeks, with like 10000 deadlines looming, I hardly WALKED at all. I eat, study and fall asleep. It's almost like a pattern, a vicious cycle. Even when I drink tea to keep myself awake, I will get hungry very soon and I'll just eat more, then I'll get sleepy again. I can eat alot when I am not desk-bounded, but the waist expands once I hit mid-term.
It'll be bloody depressing when all the fashion houses start to reject me because I am too much of a whale to squeeze into even their L size. Come to think of it, I wouldn't even actually get to go for castings anyway. Luckily, I am taking an exam break from modelling.

From today onwards, i mean from tomorrow onwards, after Thurs lunch with Jessalyn, I'm going to start my healthy eating plan. No more double cheeseburger with ice cream, no more thick coconut milk, basically, just moderate eating. And I will do sit-ups in between readings, squats and jump around whenever possible.

Damn~ I should stop blogging when I have work to finish. I dont seem to blog as much when I am not studying. I mean this kind of fat story also want to blog about. I must be damn sick of studying.

The Magazine Cover

About sometime in July, I was shot for the cover a free quarterly government magazine. Only later during the shoot did I found out that it was a magazine which encourages young or 'young' Singaporeans to expand their social circle and errmm get married and yada yada yada...

Initially I was told that it was a magazine advertisement shoot for a ball, in which i'd be wearing a cocktail dress sponsored by La Vie Bridal boutique. That wasn't a lie entirely, firstly because my agency really didnt know about it; and secondly, it WAS an advertisement to promote the ball which would be held sometime at the end of this year. But what I didn't know was that it was a magazine for SDU/SDS.

Taken using my hp camera, this was my initial outfit, and I really liked it. But they decided that it wasn't flirty enough, and the male model couldn't carry it off. Sigh the photographer of the bridal studio dunno how to use my hp camera~



This was the part where they had some story, which I cropped away using photoshop because without reading the fine-print, people would mistake it as the story of me and the male model. YUCKZ!!!



Speaking of the male model...he irritates me to the core. I still haven't got over hating him.

i thought I didn't look nice in the magazine and the smile looked forced. A friend, who is a photographer asked me if I was unhappy/uncomfortable with the model/photographer. And he was right. In this case, it was the model. Firstly, he stood the whole team up because he kept insisting his hair was not right. Even I was faster than him la. Then subsequently, he kept insisting during the shoot that we should go witht the concept of a couple in love, and told me to relax in case we would be doing intimate poses, which started to piss me off. Hello~ this is a cover for a government sponsored magazine. Clean image. Not some racy magazines like Maxim/FHM, which I would never be featured on the cover because I would REFUSE; Secondly, despite all the shit he said, he was stiff, expressionless, and refused to cooperate. We did so many NGs because he refused to smile.

"eh..no la I won't look nice when I smile", "my mouth looks big when I smile", "you will see my wrinkles when I smile" blah blah blah.
I wanted to club him there, it was so hot out there, he was complaining and my mood plunged with every stoopid, whine he made. In a nutshell, he's a himbo without much to "bo", and totally unprofessional as a model. I think even Takeshi Kaneshiro would have been more coorperative. I found him immensely repulsive, something like a Steven Lim but maybe not as smelly.

Nacissism aside, I thought that the cover would look so much better if his face was removed from the picture, like that:



Right?!

Or even better, substitute it with ZY's head:


Haha

Confessions of a very stressed alcoholic...

Drinking and gettin drunk is one of the greatest indulgence in life...When you are stressed, drinking makes you less stressed, happy, silly and sleepy. Being stressed and drunk is better than being stressed but not drunk. When you are happy, drinking is like a celebration of life. Recommendations to everyone, drink when writing your essays. I swear it helps. But be sure to check through your work before handing in. Hail Alcohol~

At the StoneyRidge Winery, Waiheke Island, New Zealand






Is there a need for further explanation why Waiheke Island's my NEVERLAND?


Drink up and be silly!


A peep into my mini-bar fridge. From left to right: Penfolds Semillon Chardonnay, Hoegaarden (The supposedly original Belgian White Beer), Jacob's Creek's Sparkling Rose, vintage from Pinot and Chardonnay, 2004 some Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon(we bought it because it was on discount and it had supposedly won quite a number of prizes). The other side of the fridge is not so exciting...




*Note this is NOT usually the way I drink


Our first bottle of wine that we got from G'day Mate. Their house pour--"Partners", a reasonably affordable bottle of Australian Shiraz Grenache. See the dark rings around my eyes? That's when drinking wine helps.


*STONED but happy*


*Erdinger's Oktoberfest 2006. Cant remember what the dark coloured beer was called. But nice with lemon to suck.






This is what me and my bf do when we get drunk in hall. We draw each other's face. *Boohoo* I've got a curly eyebrow, a mole some mortifs here and there, and a Hitler moustache...


And he fell asleep with Xiaobai after that...

It's weekend!! And if I finish my Film and History essay tonight, I'd get stoned with ZY...*hic!

The B+ Semester

This has been the grade I consistently get for my CA essays for this sem. At least for Essay #1 of each module. I know I shouldn't be complaining. There are people who worked as hard as I did yet did not even get to smell a B (No I'm not trying to be sarcastic here. It was a heartfelt sorry). Consistency is kind of good when it comes to a grade that begins with a B, because it could have been worse and my tutors were kind enough to grace me with an acceptable grade. I certainly do not hope to fall my consistent grade, but everytime I hand in my essays, I actually tingle with hope that I would get a better than current grade kind of grade. Unlike most of my peers, when I hand in an essay, I don't usually hand in with an expectation or approximation to what grade I'd get. I am the type who hands in my paper with quickened heartbeat and hope for the Bestest of the best grade that I can possibly get.
I do know for a fact that I am not one of the most outstanding History student around (or even anywhere near that), and I do know for sure that everytime I hand in one of those papers, I could have done better, but sometimes I think I have already done them to the best of my ability in the given period of time and I really do not know how to improve. Being a purely science student for the past god knows how many years of my life didn't help with my essay writing or argument constructing skills.
Nor that I have an average of 2 essays/tests to hand in per week for the past 5 weeks. I remembered that the last time I got an A something for a CA assignment was in my 3rd semester of being in NUS. If only I could remotely smell that A something again...even if it's a A-- ie something worse than an A-, but better than a B+, but there's not such thing. Hurhurhur...
As the exam draws nearer, and more deadlines of the assignments #2 & #3 breathe down my neck, I almost stop modelling anymore. Travelling all the way down town for a clothes fitting seemed like too much an effort for me these days, and I hardly even go home during weekends these days. I just wanna sleep, and maybe I'll dream of my As when Xiaobai is working his silly little dog magic on me. *yawnz* back to writing about the bloody Vietnam War $#@*&%^!!!!!

Day of Rose and Caffeine overdose

Caffeine always wrecks havoc on my system.
I don't know why, but I was exceptionally tired today, and yet today's lessons were all too important to fall asleep in class. Usually, I don't even sneak a 5 min nap during lessons, but when I do, I really sleep. Once I fall asleep, I can hardly wake up again, until the class is over. ANd when I sleep, I can dream or have nightmares.

There was once I dreamt of someone tickling me when I was taking a nap in the central library and I burst out laughing, waking up almost immediately thereafter. Luckily it wasn't a "mugging in the library" period, so there was no one around me.
There was this other time when I fell asleep during one lecture a few semesters back. I not only had chicken scribes wrtitten all over my notes, I even babbled in my sleep and I was sitting with my friends. But I think I wasn't very loud, so only one friend heard it and nudged me waking me up. But the point is I don't like to fall asleep in class. Especially not today when Prof Farrell is going to talk about the US intervention decision to KPO in the Vietname war in the 1960s, cos I'm doing my research essay on that. I was already falling asleep towards the end of the class before it.

So what I did was I bought one can of cold Nescafe before Farrell's class. Usually a bit of caffeine would go a long way, but I had lunch just before the lesson, so I supposed I needed double my usual dosage, or the caffeine needed longer to work. But towards the first half of the lesson, my concentration started to waned and my eyelids were threatening to fall. So during the break I got myself a cup of hot, BLACK coffee, and gulp down half a cup before lesson began. The effect was amazing. I didnt feel sleepy, but gradually the horrible effects of caffeine kicked in. My heart-beat quickened, and I started to get restless and jittery. I started shuffling my feet and drum of my fingers took control, of which I had to consciously stop myself from doing so. Then I started writing very fast(which was not neccessarily a bad thing), but my wrists hurt from it. And worse, I was slightly hypervantilating. Luckily no one tried to talk to me, or I'd start talking very fast, and nobody will understand what I'm speaking.

After class, I went to the library to photocopy some materials that I could use for my research essay, and went I was photocopying, I was kind of excited by the bright light of the photocopier that I started breathing rather deeply. It didn't help that I was standing. I felt plain awful. The guy beside me at the photocopier kept looking at me; either thinking that I am excited by photocoping a dumb book; or I was going to get an asthma attack. But either way I was so embarrassed that I chose a copier with no one around.
Trying to make myself better, I told myself I could take a walk around the bazzaar at the central forum before heading back, and perhaps I could get something pretty for my mom's brithday this coming SUnday.

I got 3 pairs of handmade rose earrings. One scarlet, one deep plum, and one white with a light lavender tinge at the center.



Shopping is therapeutic; so is blogging.

100% Red Delicious

I was reading the magazines that xiaobai gave me as birthday presents. I came across their freebies section and decided to participate in some that I thought my chances would be reasonably high. I came across the DKNY Red Delicious Fragrance Launch.

damn...ain't she hot...

One of the highlights was to wear red on the day of the event launch at TANGS and get a free vial of the new perfume. The other was to bring a male partner and participate in an hourly game, from which the winner would walk away with a $168 DKNY voucher. I was definitely going for the big one since me and ZY were both relatively free that day.

We arrived at Tangs just slightly over 6 ( the promotion ends at 7) and there was an event booth stationed just at the entrance of Tangs, where Steven Lim is at usually. Oh btw, beware, because he seemed to have extended his territory to Lucky Plaza. Which reminds me, a male model from my agency reminds me of him. But I shall not digress. Anyway, as I approached the booth, I fished out the voucher cut out and seeing that I was wearing red, the sales promoters gave me a vial of the newly launched. BLoody hell...maybe it's because I'm super cheapo, but the vial is really a vial. I mean it was so tiny that I think I would finish it in like 2 sprays. So I was determined to play the game. From the promoter, we knew that the hourly event would start in approximately 15 minutes, so we lurked around the area near the booth for the whole 15 minutes. When the Deejays started talking, I dragged ZY and planted ourselves right in front of the stage, in clear view of the Deejays so that they wouldn't miss us even if they were terribly myopic.

The game kicked off with 2 couples on the grandstand, us and this other Malay couple. The Emcee would spritz the new fragrance onto one memeber in each team and the other member was supposed to point out where the perfume went to. I requested that ZY be the one to be smelt out because I had went around perfume testing before the game and had all sorts of fragrances all over me. Me and the girl from the the other team got blindfolded. Perhaps my unsually big head helped me because it stretched the blindfold cloth until it allowed some light to come through and I could vaguely make out where on ZY did they spritz the perfume on. Once somewhere on the left and once somewhere on the right. And they did not go too low. Once they said go, I pretend to fell around to find out where ZY was when I could actually see his outline right in front of me. Just as I was doing that, ZY pressed his left wrist onto me. It was still wet and I immediately went down to the level of his wrist and took a whiff~ There it was. And then to the next spot. That was a bit trickier. I thought it was somewhere on the right, somewhere from his armpit level to his waist, so I went up and down that area but I couldn't smell anything. Just then, the MCs announced that the 2nd couple had just found the first spot. Getting nervous, I made some "clue please" noise to ZY hoping somehow he'd understand me through telepathy. Responding to my noises, he made some noises that sounded like "higher", so I went higher, and there it was, the fragrance was lingering at the nape of his neck. Yay~ We won the $168 DKNY hamper!!!

The MCs presented us with a red, DKNY hamper, and the other team a whitish looking bag. *Chey* Heeh I like to win prizes...




DKNY Red Delicious Women


DKNY introduces a second bite of temptation with a new, limited-edition scent. Aptly named DKNY Red Delicious, this sexy fragrance is a bit more daring, a bit more tantalizing - completely irresistible.
A glittering champagne accord shimmers with exotic lychee, while red raspberry flirtatiously mingles with crisp apple. The heart intensifies with rich, velvety rose combined with lush notes of drenched violet petals, evolving to a rich, sensual blend of vanilla bean crushed with warm patchouli and a luminous amber note. Capping off the sultry experience, a sensual skin accord mixes with raspberry for a soft kiss of sweetness.
Notes:
Champagne Accord, Lychee, Red Raspberry, Apple, Rose, Vanilla Bean, Patchouli, Amber, Sensual Skin Accord, Raspberry.
Style:
Tempting. Sexy. Delicious.

Red Delicious Men


DKNY introduces a second bite of temptation with a new, limited-edition scent. Aptly named DKNY Red Delicious, this sexy fragrance is a bit more daring, a bit more tantalizing - completely irresistible.
A dark and spicy impression from cognac, rum, saffron flower, and cardamom combine with sparkling citrus nuances of bergamot and mandarin flower. A provocative cocktail mixed with Coffee Absolute Africa, apple juice liqueur, and a splash of vanilla vodka makes for the perfect energy boost. The masculine, edged, floral bouquet of Davana flower and tiger orchid gets a cool vibe from airy ozone, while sandalwood, okoume wood, moss, patchouli, and iris keep the sexy energy going into the night.
Notes:
Cognac, Rum, Saffron Flower, Cardamom, Bergamot, Mandarin Flower, Coffee Absolute Africa, Juice Apple Liqueur, Vanilla Vodka, Davana Flower, Tiger Orchid, Airy Ozone, Sandalwood, Okoume Wood, Moss, Patchouli, Iris.
Style:
Provocative. Sensual. Irresistible.