Review on Fancl liquid foundation

From Liquid foundation to Mineral foundation, now I'm back knocking on the doors of liquid foundation. But having tried the preservative-free, light weight cosmetic promised by most popular mineral makeups, I doubt I'll ever want to be subjected to harmful substance that most cosmetic giants put into their makeup, ever again.

Of all the major beauty brands in the world, the Japanese are said to make the best cosmetics. And when we talk about preservative-free cosmetics, naturally one of the pioneers in preservative-free skincare, FANCL, comes to mind. Well at least it came to mine because there is one outlet just within walking distance from my house when I was on the hunt for the perfect foundation with no irritants.

Being a newb to the range, I was naturally cautious and skeptical, and decided to try on only the liquid foundation, at S$35 for a 3 months supply.
One week later and I was completely won over.

Application and Coverage
Unlike most liquid f, the FANCL liquid foundation has a thin-watery consistency with sheer to medium coverage = No sticky feeling on skin. Foundation evens out smoothly with pearlescent finish, which is good because it distracts the eye away from any noticeable imperfection, without making you look like a disco ball. In short, it means a slightly dewy flawless skin without having to wear a cake-like mask.

Oil Control
Regulates sebum production pretty well, without over drying your skin. If you fancy a more refreshing (or wetter feel), you can dry the Milky liquid foundation. Not me. I like it weightless.

Oxidization (*****5 brownie points)
This is the only foundation I've tried so far that doesn't oxidize on my skin.
Cosmetic oxidization happened to be one of my greatest beauty woes. Usually before the day ends, any shade of foundation on my face will turn at least 3 shades darker than my actual skin tone, and that's when I will be the butt of all Pinoy jokes.

Shelf life VS Price
Unlike my L'oreal foundation whic lasted through my entire Uni days (and mind you, I apply makeup almost every school day), this compact bottle sits well for only 3 months.
It works out to be about S$11.70 per month, and less than S$0.50 per day (given that there are 25 working days in a month). Not too great an investment, for a daily airbrushed look.

My only gripe is that....
they have very limited shades. The one that I am using Natural light (02), is just about a shade too light. The next shade in the range, Orche Light (03) is too yellow and the next next, Natural Medium (04) is too dark.

Verdict: My Holy Grail foundation for the mo.
For a rare gem that doesn't cause the sebum on my skin to oxidize before the day is over, I can live with its lack of a perfect colour match in the range.

Slaves that charge by the hour

The world is getting weirder with sites that rents out sex slaves.

I chanced upon it while doing my habitual trawling of the world wide web, and it took my breath away, mostly because my boss was in the same room.

Buyers can select slaves based on a few criterias:
-Degree of submissiveness
-tolerance of pain
-And some shit that I cannot remember but is too chickened to "reload" the page to view it again

The slaves even have resumes or profile, presumably documenting their bevy of experience.
They might even have customer testimonials, but I'm too ball-less to explore further.

On the note of slaves, I overheard the grouch of a counterpart who just got off an extremely gruelling conference session with her client.

She said, "PR is a very bad profession for females. We tell clients that we charge fees by the hour and service them to their level of satisfaction."

Such is in a day's work.

Shoe Whore

Bette Midler once said something along the lines of "Give a girl the right pair of shoes, and she can conquer the world."

That remark struck a chord and made me notice her, and I would have agreed with her wholeheartdly, except that I believe in a more refined version of that statment, "Give a girl a pair of high heels, and she can conquer the world." Such legendary powers of heels are not conceived of mere urban legends.

A pair of nice heels instantly glams up any blah outfit and make average legs appear better, longer. They make a woman look taller, change their appearance, change their posture and change their mood.

I don't know of that many things with such extraordinary powers. That is why I can never have enough of heels. Women who wields a pair of heels on her feet wield a powerful weapon. Many have tried to convince me otherwise, but knowing that they are the basis of my self-confidence, and so usually I just shake my head politely and strut away.

But by heels, I am not refering to those with sad 2" stubs sold at Charles & Keith. I am talking about the real well-crafted hardcore feet-stuff that are at least 3.5" in height -Pumps, Mary Janes, Espadrilles, toe-cleavage baring peep-toes, booties, whetever they are, the qualifying factor comes from the structure of the heel.

Victoria Beckham knows, just look at her extensive collection of splendidly built stillettos: Manolos, Marc Jacobs and Balenciaga. They took David Beckham, and the rest of the world's breath away. Tell me if I am wrong...

Having said that, yours truly has yet to reach the kind of social status when she can buy a pair of Louboutins to sashay around town in them and not feel a pinch when its 4" spike gets caught in between floor/drain gaps. Neither does she have a walk in shoe cabinet of cheap looking plastic patent heels smuggled in from China.

Instead she monitors Amazon impatiently for their yearly back-friday sale (which happens like now) and treats herself to an annual 5 pair of heavily discounted mid-range heels with spikes that look just a little less enslaving.

As a friend aptly puts, "Your feet are made for wicked stilettos....those that make me worship the ground you walk on....."

Guess, Nine West, Colin Stuart and Charles David here I come!!!

LOL.

Chandrasamy modelling agency

It was a friday 9:40am and I was dressed down for work in a turquoise min-dress and quirky shell necklace, but my 4 inch white nine west heels were clicking impatiently on the newly cemented pavement as I walked towards the bus stop near my place. Despite having spikes as footwear, I could easily win a marathon stutting at lightning speed. was in a mad rush. Because after all, I was late for work. Very very late. Like almost an hour late.

As I reach a bend, I almost crashed into this dark skinned dude who look like he just crawled out of bed and is on a hunt for some breakfast at the nearby food stalls. Mid-20's looking, nothing spectacular, nothing memorable, except for a patch of pimply growth on his forehead, and I quickly forgot about him after 3 seconds, because the only thing on my mind at the moment was how can I teleport myself to office.

Anyway, a hundred metres ahead and someone slightly panting from behind me called out: "Hello, excuse me?"
I spunned around and it was that Indian dude.

Me (with a smile) : "Yes?" (I looked around half expecting that I dropped something)
Him: "Urmm, hello, I own a modelling agency, and I think you are gorgeous. Would you like to join?"

I surveyed that dude quizzically for about 2 seconds, before deciding that it was probably a scam (like a certain someone who has an online model portal and who tells wannabes that they can be famous for just S$50 of administrative fees) after deciding he didn't fit the profile of someone who can survive in the fashion and beauty industry.

Despite my impatience, I decide to not be a biatch and politely refused. But he didn't give up.

Him: "Well? Perhaps you could give me your number?"
Me: "Just out of curiousity, which modelling agency is that?" After a measured pause, "I know quite a few model bookers in town, so which one do you manage?"

After a string of hemming and hawing, he murmured something that sounded like Chandrasamy Models.

I was speechless from not knowing to laugh or cry, and wanted to tell him that even if his agency existed, I highly doubt his clientele base would be interested in my yellow skin.
I wouldn't look convincing in the pictorials for a sari boutique nor a prata TV commercial. The satire would be lost on me in a similar Camlin market pen commercial Http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKthceSGlyM
My yellow face will stick out like a sore thumb on billboards in Mustafa.
And where on earth is that supposed agency based? Mumbai or Chennai?

In the end, I just gave him a long meaningful stare, shook my head and walked away because I was really horribly late.

The drama on BBC with most happening character

Just some lame shit...
For those who are familiar with the legend of Merlin and King Arthur,
Who is the most happening character in Merlin?

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Answer:
Sir Lancelot;
Because he link and lance-a-lot (drink and dance-a-lot)

Hurhurhur. Pardon the inaccurate grammar, it's Singlish afterall.

Until recently, I have never been very fond of BBC Saturday evening family dramas, particularly because British humour (the irony of it) and lengthy make believes have never quite appealed to me. However I am now a great fan of Merlin on BBC One, a new 13 part drama series, set in the mythical city of Camelot. The drama is based on the trials and tribulation of young Merlin serving in King Uther/Arthur's court before his beard went into overgrowth, and his magical powers unsurpassed.

Deepavali

Amidst all the depressing episodes in my life, Deepavali was celebrated by feasting microwave-oven heated pratas and chicken curry in a can.

How legitimate are smoke breaks?

The smokers in my office make their daily pilgrimage, climbing 3 storeys down to the designated smoking area for a puff or two. They do that repetitively over the course of the day, while the non-smoking yours truly has her fat ass stuck onto the chair and eyes glued onto the too-glaring computer, frantically typing away to meet one of ther many deadlines.

And that got me wondering; I wondered, not because I was sore about the fact that my smoking colleagues gets about an hour of extra break everyday due to their nicotine addiction, but because I am woman and can multi-task between writing a press release, doing research and conjuring up fancy scenarios like this.

Although I have nothing against the act of smoking, and in fact have a sick obsession with inhaling the intoxicating second-hand fumes from Virginia Slims, I know for a fact that it is socially regarded as a bad habit.

Even though the frequent MC-takers are usually the non-smokers, it is scientifically proven that smokers are less likely to remain healthy for the company in the long run. Besides, to whom should we bill the additional 1 hour that is burnt off each day on chugging over-priced rolled up tobacco sticks?

Therefore theoretically, isn't it unprofitable for a company to encourage such habits, considering that smokers, too, take tea/food/shit/chitchat breaks like the rest of us.

And if smoke breaks are acceptable, why aren't fuck breaks acceptable?
Supposing smokers take a smoke break of 10 minutes every 2 hourly, that will add up to 40 minutes of extra break-time for every 8-hour working day. For a quickie, 20 minutes would suffice, and supposing I only take 2 fuck breaks a day, I wouldn't be taking any more time off than the smokers in my company.

Fucking, carried out safely, is a healthy activity. it releases endorphines which increases work productivity, with no known negative side effects. Even insurance agents don't increase your premium for indulging in sexual activities more than twice a day, unlike that of smokers.

But I don't foresee bosses to be thrilled if such a scenario were to arise:

"Boss, I am feeling horny now, can I cross over to the next building for a quickie?"

Or when moving offices,"Boss, where's the nearest quickie area?" as opposed to, "Boss, where is the nearest smoking area?"

In fact, I think by asking the former, I'd be more likely to get the sack sooner.

But my point is, both are fringe activites that eat off time from work. Both are time-consuming activities that will take time off one's usual working schedule. But if one is a lesser evil than the other, why isn't it accepted?

That said, I am not about to start indulging in fuck breaks anytime soon, nor am I secretly jealous of my smoking counterparts for having "more" break-time than me. As stated right at the beginning of this entry, this is purely stemmed out of my own nonsensical musings following a very interesting discussion with a friend.

And also because I am a multi-task-abled woman.