Moving on from the usual boring "boss-go-ESAD" ramblings that dominates my entries these days, I'm gonna be on TV, this Wednesday (19th April 2008), 8pm. Channel 8 to be precise =p
To be honest, I'm kinda thrilled to be invited as one of the judges for this Channel 8 TV programme sponsored by Bioskin, Bioskin 要你好看 SEASON II, to help Women rid of their horrible skin problems and other ugly issues to become presentable.
**I just checked the website, and apparently, they used more positive language than I did; the trailer actually said "programme sponsored by Bioskin help women with beauty problems become beautiful).
ANyways, I was invited as a model (read one who takes good care of my skin, hair, appearance, and is well-groomed), to judge the 'before' and 'after' of the contestants who went through the treatment programme, and be a judge to see if they can achieve their dreams of becoming a model.
For the reason of not introducing spoilers, among OTHER reasons, I'll just give a face here (-_-)|| You gotta watch the programme to see if I'm lying.
On a separate note, my Everyday Minerals makeup is finally here. :D:D:D Say hello to gorgeous skin. Hopefully it'll be THE holy grail makeup foundation in my never-ending quest to seek the perfect set of makeup for myself.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Hello Shopaholics~
Hey look, who's this?!? :P
A closer look...How apt isn't it, being the poster girl for some mad buying/shopping Ad.
Many thanks to Yew Kwang for notifying me and clipping it for me.
*Scuttles off to shop for more Victoria's Secret and Forever 21 stuff* Heeeh
Monday, April 14, 2008
The Closet Ah Lian
A closet ah lian is a true blue ah lian who keeps her ah-lian character suppressed. Given that she grew up in a completely chinese/hokkien speaking family, she prides herself on her air of sophistication that she can exude in front of most people, and her ability to speak impeccable english at times that call for it. Despite her seemingly harmless outlook, she can actually curse like a Hokkien sailor, and she can win a quarrel with a telephone operator from the bank.
She wears jewellery from Tiffany's and carries a mustard colour Braun Buffel wallet, but not Louis Vuitton because she knows that LV is so widely pirated that the public will start to doubt its authenticity regardless of it. Plus, she is not cheap enough to fish a uncle-ish sugar daddy who can afford to splurge on a Chanel Tote for her. That's why she's "in the closet". She selects her brands well, and she picks the total number of pieces that she'll be seen in each time, so that she won't be seen as a brand whore. Afterall, she's a cunning one...not quite like the typical ah lian because this one has actually been to NUS, studied in Arts and Social Science, so she doens't want people to think that she's a brand whore. BUT she is secretly pleased everytime people "OOooh!" at her exquisite taste in whatever branded (or "branded") item that she carries.
She likes her man with a little bit of edge, at least at the first impression. And she finds the ability to reverse the car with just ONE hand guiding the steering wheel, the gangster-ah-beng way, extremely manly and extremely attractive.
She also secretly thinks that Victoria's Secret is branded. Sometimes, she likes to carry her oversized, and super heavy metal studded GUESS bag, just because of the big metal "G" that is prominently displayed on the front flap of the black patent leather bag. It delights her for some reason that even I cannot fathom.
Despite being in love with clothing items from Victoria's Secret and shoes from NINE WEST, she harbours a secret ah-lian urge to shop in This Fashion whenever she passes by one of the local heartland fashion chain, with all the super garish looking clothes and mass produced halter neck tops with metallic buttons. She tries to suppress this urge, and luckily for her, there isn't many This Fashion boutiques around where she lives, or works.
But ever since she quit her lousy sonofabitch job, she started wandering around in the heartland areas, and then she chanced upon this huge-ass This Fashion boutique at where she used to hang out during her Secondary School days. So she took a deep breath, snuck in, and hoped to death that she won't be caught dead shopping in a shop that epitomizes the cheapo Ah-lian fashion. "It's unlikely...she thought to herself, it being in the middle of the afternoon, when everyone is either napping, in school, or at work."
She, the self-proclaimed fashionista cum closet ah lian snooped around in that heartland This Fashion shop, and while she outwardly snorted and wrinkles her nose as she picked up a gaudily coloured tube dress, like she would pick up a fish from the wet-market, she was smiling inwardly to herself.
What's more, there's 50% off the original price tag of $28. Goodness, the ah lian's body quivered with excitement, because dresses with price tags like this, she can buy more sexy bareback mini-dresses (with the super big and unclassy silver buckle)to wear when she go chiong with all her ah lian friends. Then out of the corner of her eye, she spotted an electric blue trio-palette eyeshadow set, which set her heart aflutter. Since there was nobody that she knew around her (because she has always condemned blue eyeshadow when she secretly thinks that they look damn chio), she quickly grabbed one and proceeded to make her purchases.
This closet ah lian then stuffed the content of the "THIS FASHION" bag, into the Victoria's Secret Duffel bag that she was carrying, perched her ELLE sunglasses on her nose, and trooped silently (and quickly) out of the shop, with her secret ah lian desires completely soothed and satisfied.
She wears jewellery from Tiffany's and carries a mustard colour Braun Buffel wallet, but not Louis Vuitton because she knows that LV is so widely pirated that the public will start to doubt its authenticity regardless of it. Plus, she is not cheap enough to fish a uncle-ish sugar daddy who can afford to splurge on a Chanel Tote for her. That's why she's "in the closet". She selects her brands well, and she picks the total number of pieces that she'll be seen in each time, so that she won't be seen as a brand whore. Afterall, she's a cunning one...not quite like the typical ah lian because this one has actually been to NUS, studied in Arts and Social Science, so she doens't want people to think that she's a brand whore. BUT she is secretly pleased everytime people "OOooh!" at her exquisite taste in whatever branded (or "branded") item that she carries.
She likes her man with a little bit of edge, at least at the first impression. And she finds the ability to reverse the car with just ONE hand guiding the steering wheel, the gangster-ah-beng way, extremely manly and extremely attractive.
She also secretly thinks that Victoria's Secret is branded. Sometimes, she likes to carry her oversized, and super heavy metal studded GUESS bag, just because of the big metal "G" that is prominently displayed on the front flap of the black patent leather bag. It delights her for some reason that even I cannot fathom.
Despite being in love with clothing items from Victoria's Secret and shoes from NINE WEST, she harbours a secret ah-lian urge to shop in This Fashion whenever she passes by one of the local heartland fashion chain, with all the super garish looking clothes and mass produced halter neck tops with metallic buttons. She tries to suppress this urge, and luckily for her, there isn't many This Fashion boutiques around where she lives, or works.
But ever since she quit her lousy sonofabitch job, she started wandering around in the heartland areas, and then she chanced upon this huge-ass This Fashion boutique at where she used to hang out during her Secondary School days. So she took a deep breath, snuck in, and hoped to death that she won't be caught dead shopping in a shop that epitomizes the cheapo Ah-lian fashion. "It's unlikely...she thought to herself, it being in the middle of the afternoon, when everyone is either napping, in school, or at work."
She, the self-proclaimed fashionista cum closet ah lian snooped around in that heartland This Fashion shop, and while she outwardly snorted and wrinkles her nose as she picked up a gaudily coloured tube dress, like she would pick up a fish from the wet-market, she was smiling inwardly to herself.
What's more, there's 50% off the original price tag of $28. Goodness, the ah lian's body quivered with excitement, because dresses with price tags like this, she can buy more sexy bareback mini-dresses (with the super big and unclassy silver buckle)to wear when she go chiong with all her ah lian friends. Then out of the corner of her eye, she spotted an electric blue trio-palette eyeshadow set, which set her heart aflutter. Since there was nobody that she knew around her (because she has always condemned blue eyeshadow when she secretly thinks that they look damn chio), she quickly grabbed one and proceeded to make her purchases.
This closet ah lian then stuffed the content of the "THIS FASHION" bag, into the Victoria's Secret Duffel bag that she was carrying, perched her ELLE sunglasses on her nose, and trooped silently (and quickly) out of the shop, with her secret ah lian desires completely soothed and satisfied.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Pot calling the kettle black..when the kettle is not black
Whee~~1 more week of handing over to go, before i can completely wash my hands off this place, away from being discriminated, from being cattily treated, simply because I was the only junior staff(interns not counted), the lone infantry, who hasn't been sacked/scared away by the hostility.
I mean the turnover of 4 staffs in 2 months is no joke man, with more contemplating to leave.
A while ago, I was dumped with doing the PR for this fashion account, and I was required to come up with a series of suggestions with regards to what programs I'd like to put into the whole campaign.
Thereafter, the next morning, a certain senior colleague called me and screamed my eyeballs off demanding to know why I didn't add in one certain "very important" element into that campaign.
I thought she kicked up a fuss of the magnitude that she did because she knows nuthin about fashion, so I attempted to tell the she-who-epitomizes-a-fashion-disaster that what she might actually want to reconsider including that, because that style is so last decade that nobody regards those as style icons anymore.
Then she said in her cattiest tone possible, "Sorry, you are not the celebrity okay? You can think you are very stylish, but nobody is interested in your opinion."
Okie lor, so showing off your Thunder Thighs (bold, with 2 capital Ts) in a super mini geometric-print chiffon dress for an important client meeting, is very hip la?
And did anyone even notice that she ASKED me "WHY DID I NOT ADD IN??" in the first place, hence my reply as to why it's not included.
I've tried to be objective about things, tried to be empathetic and helpful, but among the 1001 reasons for why I'd want to leave, it's tough when someone discriminates me for my face (can you even imagine how unprofessional is that?), calls all my ideas "stupid" when they are not, and likens all my proposal to be like me, "all packaging and no substance", no matter how hard I try; while the other one is a prima donna who takes brutal advantage of my inexperience, and backstabs everyone else at every opportunity possible, and is super pro at delegating blames onto junior staffs. That aforementioned run-in with the un-fashionista is just a pin in the haystack case.
***One more thing, sistas, I like my face very much, and I ain't gonna change my perfectly mascaraed lashes, and dewy complexion for a place in that lousy, uncool office of yours.
I mean the turnover of 4 staffs in 2 months is no joke man, with more contemplating to leave.
A while ago, I was dumped with doing the PR for this fashion account, and I was required to come up with a series of suggestions with regards to what programs I'd like to put into the whole campaign.
Thereafter, the next morning, a certain senior colleague called me and screamed my eyeballs off demanding to know why I didn't add in one certain "very important" element into that campaign.
I thought she kicked up a fuss of the magnitude that she did because she knows nuthin about fashion, so I attempted to tell the she-who-epitomizes-a-fashion-disaster that what she might actually want to reconsider including that, because that style is so last decade that nobody regards those as style icons anymore.
Then she said in her cattiest tone possible, "Sorry, you are not the celebrity okay? You can think you are very stylish, but nobody is interested in your opinion."
Okie lor, so showing off your Thunder Thighs (bold, with 2 capital Ts) in a super mini geometric-print chiffon dress for an important client meeting, is very hip la?
And did anyone even notice that she ASKED me "WHY DID I NOT ADD IN??" in the first place, hence my reply as to why it's not included.
I've tried to be objective about things, tried to be empathetic and helpful, but among the 1001 reasons for why I'd want to leave, it's tough when someone discriminates me for my face (can you even imagine how unprofessional is that?), calls all my ideas "stupid" when they are not, and likens all my proposal to be like me, "all packaging and no substance", no matter how hard I try; while the other one is a prima donna who takes brutal advantage of my inexperience, and backstabs everyone else at every opportunity possible, and is super pro at delegating blames onto junior staffs. That aforementioned run-in with the un-fashionista is just a pin in the haystack case.
***One more thing, sistas, I like my face very much, and I ain't gonna change my perfectly mascaraed lashes, and dewy complexion for a place in that lousy, uncool office of yours.
Monday, March 31, 2008
If there is any ONE beauty secret (or maybe it's already a widely known fact) that I've uncovered ever since I've started working, it will be one that has something to do with coffee.
All of us workaholics knows that drinking coffee helps to perk us up so that we wont produce chicken doodles while working: Americano, Cappucino, Kopi-peng, Kopi-C, Kopi-cino, you name it, the Indian Coffee Shop uncle downstairs have it, so I've probably tried about every type of coffee there is.
But in a bid to reduce my (unnecessary) sugar intake lately, so that i can save it for 3 double chocolate doughnuts sometime later in the week, I've resorted to consuming HOT, BLACK coffee WITHOUT sugar or milk religiously. Amazing as it is, I've found out that not only it perks me up, increase my heart rate by about 5X, causes me to slightly hyperventilate, it also does wonders for my water retention.
So lets say I go to work in the morning with a puffy left eye and cheek, or slightly swollen belly, all due to water retention, by drinking the HOT, BLACK coffee with no sugar or milk, it'll all subside within the hour.
Similarly, it does wonders for photoshoots. I always have the problem of bloatedness due to water retention if the studio gets a lil too cold, or that I'm prancing around in tiny barely-there garbs, I'll take a shot of that and it works beautifully all the time. That's why DP always indulge in my horrible habit of drinking black unsweetened coffee (even if it gives me stink-O breath after that). Oh but the only downside is that I might get a lil woozy from all that caffeine high.
But I seriously swear by that poison to make me skinny.
All of us workaholics knows that drinking coffee helps to perk us up so that we wont produce chicken doodles while working: Americano, Cappucino, Kopi-peng, Kopi-C, Kopi-cino, you name it, the Indian Coffee Shop uncle downstairs have it, so I've probably tried about every type of coffee there is.
But in a bid to reduce my (unnecessary) sugar intake lately, so that i can save it for 3 double chocolate doughnuts sometime later in the week, I've resorted to consuming HOT, BLACK coffee WITHOUT sugar or milk religiously. Amazing as it is, I've found out that not only it perks me up, increase my heart rate by about 5X, causes me to slightly hyperventilate, it also does wonders for my water retention.
So lets say I go to work in the morning with a puffy left eye and cheek, or slightly swollen belly, all due to water retention, by drinking the HOT, BLACK coffee with no sugar or milk, it'll all subside within the hour.
Similarly, it does wonders for photoshoots. I always have the problem of bloatedness due to water retention if the studio gets a lil too cold, or that I'm prancing around in tiny barely-there garbs, I'll take a shot of that and it works beautifully all the time. That's why DP always indulge in my horrible habit of drinking black unsweetened coffee (even if it gives me stink-O breath after that). Oh but the only downside is that I might get a lil woozy from all that caffeine high.
But I seriously swear by that poison to make me skinny.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
BOYS...
I'm depressed on the Boyfriend's birthday.
I promised him that I'll try to cheer up for his sake, but I can't.
Y? Because I've been working so much that I didn't manage to get him a present.
Sure I made reservations at 5 places that I stumbled upon while looking for places to hold my media events/press conferences. 5 nice places with fine dining style cuisine and attas ambience. I told myself that finally, now that I am working, now that I have a stable income, now that I am no longer ad-hoc jobs as a model trying to earn pocket money while juggling school work, I can finally treat my mao cow to somewhere nice. Finally. But I left out the present.
But alas, I'm stuck in front of the damn computer doing a fuckened media list, for a pointless project (in my personal opinion), which is due tomorrow morning, first thing at 9am.
After which as in after the media list, I'll be doing up a goddamn Proposal for a nation-wide campaign that will most certainly be gunned down by the boss once it reaches the office in the morning. Which more or less translates to : I'll only get to sleep at 4am.
It's hard to be happy when you are tired. It's hard to be happy when you love your job, but hates the company. It's hard to be happy when you want to do so much for someone who has given you so much love, but you are just too tired to do anything. And it's really hard ot be happy if you were doing a fuckened media list at 2am.
SPeaking of whom (the boyfriend), for all of you who knows me personally, knows that the bf is particular about cleanliness. Yours truly, however isn't.
So it's always a case of him nagging at me to not drop crumbs on the floor, not to get my hands sticky with Coke, not to eat food that has fallen onto the table, to wear the clean slippers in his house, to change into clean clothes before climbing into bed yada yada. It's always him who makes a big fuss out of a coackroach sighting (and for my sake, I shall insist that he doens't yelp when he sees insects), him who always had an issue about me leaning on lift walls etc.
In a nutshell, him = clean, neat
me = dirty, unkempt, disorganized
But surprisingly, my bf is not meticulous about washing his face.
The other day, I caught him applying pimple cream to a spot on his look-slightly oily face. Immediately, i asked him if he had washed his face.
This was his reply," Oh yes, I washed the spot where the pimple is, because you told me I had to wash my face before applying pimple cream."
BOYS...
I promised him that I'll try to cheer up for his sake, but I can't.
Y? Because I've been working so much that I didn't manage to get him a present.
Sure I made reservations at 5 places that I stumbled upon while looking for places to hold my media events/press conferences. 5 nice places with fine dining style cuisine and attas ambience. I told myself that finally, now that I am working, now that I have a stable income, now that I am no longer ad-hoc jobs as a model trying to earn pocket money while juggling school work, I can finally treat my mao cow to somewhere nice. Finally. But I left out the present.
But alas, I'm stuck in front of the damn computer doing a fuckened media list, for a pointless project (in my personal opinion), which is due tomorrow morning, first thing at 9am.
After which as in after the media list, I'll be doing up a goddamn Proposal for a nation-wide campaign that will most certainly be gunned down by the boss once it reaches the office in the morning. Which more or less translates to : I'll only get to sleep at 4am.
It's hard to be happy when you are tired. It's hard to be happy when you love your job, but hates the company. It's hard to be happy when you want to do so much for someone who has given you so much love, but you are just too tired to do anything. And it's really hard ot be happy if you were doing a fuckened media list at 2am.
SPeaking of whom (the boyfriend), for all of you who knows me personally, knows that the bf is particular about cleanliness. Yours truly, however isn't.
So it's always a case of him nagging at me to not drop crumbs on the floor, not to get my hands sticky with Coke, not to eat food that has fallen onto the table, to wear the clean slippers in his house, to change into clean clothes before climbing into bed yada yada. It's always him who makes a big fuss out of a coackroach sighting (and for my sake, I shall insist that he doens't yelp when he sees insects), him who always had an issue about me leaning on lift walls etc.
In a nutshell, him = clean, neat
me = dirty, unkempt, disorganized
But surprisingly, my bf is not meticulous about washing his face.
The other day, I caught him applying pimple cream to a spot on his look-slightly oily face. Immediately, i asked him if he had washed his face.
This was his reply," Oh yes, I washed the spot where the pimple is, because you told me I had to wash my face before applying pimple cream."
BOYS...
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