I've been missing out on this movie called the Divergent, and before I even found the time to catch the movie, I've been asked to take the test to see which faction would I belong to.

Apparently according to the test,  I belong to the Candor faction.

For someone who has not caught the movie, I found the personality trait description rather true, and I've taken excerpts from the wiki to share...

So, these Candor characters range from being talkative and social, to emotionally volatile and peaceful, to cruel and sadistic.

Many children born into the Candor Faction, could/might tranfer to the Dauntless faction, since honesty and bravery are closely related. (Cool!)

Candor are serious about their views on honesty against dishonesty, and they see honesty and trustworthiness as the very foundations of morality and character.

They look upon honest individuals with high respect, and upon dishonest individuals with deep contempt.

Some might describe the Candor as being honest to a fault, sometimes honest to the point of sounding like an insult.

A member of the Candor faction would rather insult someone with honesty, than to lie.

Viewing complete and utter honesty as the ultimate moral and intellectual perfection.

Candor children are seen to make wide gestures with their hands and often appear to be arguing or having intense discussions.

They are very truthful and would frankly and tactlessly say what they feel.

Funny how it really sounded like it was describing me.

I could be talkative and social in a setting and flip to the peaceful and quiet side of me rather quickly.

Emotionally volatile only comes with those who are close to me, who have upsetted me greatly, or caught me on a bad bad day.
As for cruel and sadistic, you must really wonder, but I'll elaborate on that later.

I extremely agree that when i'm being utterly honest, it really hurts.

Not because I want to hurt people intentionally, but rather because they matter enough to me, that they deserve to hear the truth about anything. Whether they like it or not.

Like if something IS ugly, I'll say it as it is, to save them the embarrassment of looking like a fool.

Oh well, but the core of it though, is that I fucking hate liars.

When I find out that someone lies to me.

They're better off dead than talking to me for a looooooooong while.

It's like an insult to my integrity and existence, plus I've got a looooong memory to boot.

So that pretty much sucks big time, and here is where the Cruel and sadistic part of the earlier description comes into play.

Lol.
I chop friendships.kinship.relationship very quickly (otherwise cruelly), when their "innards" are dirty so as not to taint my life with their nonsense.
My motto probably goes like...
Better alone, than to live with a Liar.

Should you want to read more about Candor in detail, you can click here.

The concept of factions and personality trait sort of things has always been appealing to me
Oh well..
I should really sleep now instead of reading up on movie personalities..

x

French lace obsession : the eyelashes

My latest obsession, lace! 

Especially the ones with "eyelash" finishing! 

I'm not quite sure what it's actual name is, neither do I have the energy to find out what the industry calls the eyelash looking lace in their pro terms... 

Heehee.

To think about it, that's just about all I keep wearing lately, and despite my iisa collection being black, I'm actually surrounding myself with more white lace than blacks for my own wardrobe. 

The ironies. 

Right! It's bed time! 

Bambi and I

It's just Bambi left! 

She's quite the little milk bag.

Should see the way she vacuums up the milk in the bowl!

She's quite demanding when she needs attention. 

Anyway, the good/sad news is

Her siblings have all been sold :( 

Liger went to rich lady who lives in Shenzhen 

On the night that I was supposed to reach DG, Whisky went home with one of the bosses of the Sofitel management in a Mercedes 500. 

And tonight Simba went home with someone else too. 

I haven't had time to grill daddy on his new owner. 

We left the cats in the petshop of dad's good friend. 

So far she's found good homes for all the babies. It's Bambi left.

We initially kept Bambi at home with us, because Catherine wanted her. 

With Unique's recent bout of skin problems, I think she's rethinking about the responsibilities involved.

Poor Unique. He's been shaved to his knickers. 

*heartbroken*

So Bambi's in the petshop waiting for her new forever home. 

My sweetie pie. 

I hope she doesn't find a home, so that she'll stay with us forever!

Poster girl

Too lazy to blog from the Mac, I edited these using phone app instead. 

Funny, but these 2 pictures made me feel like a poster girl! 

I didn't do anything to these pictures, aside from tweaking the colors and lightings.

My assistant is turning out to be a better photographer than I give her credit for!

She made me look tall and skinny. 

Awesome!

The real reason why I'm posting narcissistic pictures of myself here, is because I want to remember the feeling,

That nothing is impossible, so long as you set your heart to do it, as well as to believe in it. 

This was the last few items I took, before we wrapped up the shoot for this trip. 

The feeling at that moment? 

Relieved. Wreary. Overposed. Oversmiled. Picking on angles, products, details, lightings.

You have no idea how much I actually detest having to be photographed. 

The ironies.

2 more days to Dday!

My bed time is becoming out of hand. 

Such is the life of a Daphne. 

Work hard. Play hard. Rest hard. 

Xo

Heading into Mid March

I'm very much still alive!

Back and recuperated from my trip, I've been busy recollecting my thoughts for my new project, along with new lessons that I took home from my recent trip.

Editing photos are going to be my biggest challenge for this week!

Perhaps I love myself too much, to want to change any part of me into anything else.

I hated how I was being photoshopped into someone new in the previous shoot, and therefore i'm going OCD mode here and taking things into my own hands.

Come on, Look at the disparity! 

This is the original non edited Daphne in the test shot.

and this taken in the studio, highly edited.

Ermygawd.. is that even me?!

It's actually quite insulting to me.

Even Barbie doesn't come in this proportion!

Dislike!

I do not care if I have thunder thighs, muscular calves or a stubborn jaw/chin.

Give me back all my physical flaws!

Rwar!!!

Apparently I cant trust the Chinese Chinese to appreciate of even understand my taste in imperfection.

审美观不同.

I'm not going to fight them, in what's right or wrong

I sure hope that my eyes, shoulders and fingers are going to survive the photoshop ordeal that I'm putting myself through.

Looking forward to the launch 

3 more days to go.

Wee!

~ Crossed eyed Daphne

Thank you.

Thank you for being there for me when I least deserve it. 

Rushing to send me, only to have me miss my flight. 

Demanding for BBQ sauce when other sauces are perfectly fine and you drove all the way out just for ONE packet of condiment. 

Entertaining me when I'm grumpy. 

All the suppers that you didn't want to eat. 

The pictures you didn't want to take 

The tourist you were forced to be. 

All that bitching and rant that you have to put up with. 

Thank you. 

Xo

Are you kidding Friday?!

My Friday started out ok. 

Met Lydia for a quick lunch/shopping. 

Rushed home to pack in my toiletries waited for X to send me to the airport... 

Massive jam

Missed my flight. 

Epic of the epic. 

In fact this is the first time I missed my flight. 

I'm not sure if that moment I should laugh or cry... 

But hey! I spent the next 4 hours doing many more stuff than I ever would, if I were on board the plane. 

Like.... 

Eating dinner. Proper food. Instead of Tiger air's infamously salty and minuscule inflight food. 

Quality food at the hawker tonight. 

Rummaged the fridge and opened up random new tidbits to taste. 

Tonight's special will be jellyfish in spicy sesame. 

Not bad. Albeit too much MSG. 

Ate up all the korean strawberry. 

Konyaku jellies

Cooked myself a packet of creamy tom yum noodles. 

Repack my wardrobe. 

I took it apart to hunt for spring wear, and it was looking shabby. 

I took apart everything, re-sort the color order, reallocate hanger sharing, recategoize my catalog. Oh yeah! Sometimes it's so packed that clothes get pushed back to the wardrobe (and out of sight out of mind) 

Yep. 

With new (old) clothes to wear, I am rather excited to be wearing them all over again. Of course, to be coordinated and matched with current accessories, instead of how I used to wear then in the past.

Spending hours fixing up my wardrobe, I wondered to myself. 

What exactly defines my style??

I thought about my friends, my style icons and then I thought of myself. 

I realized that I'm essentially a safe dresser. 

I dress to please (myself), but yet at the same time, my style is so safe that no one can quite fault me for my coordinates. 

(Which is why I usually can't be bothered to take outfits of the day)

Unlike Lydia for example. 

She's a colorful dresser. 

She loves colors, prints and does not have any qualms mixing and matching eg tiger print + zebra print and still turn out outstanding in her own style. 

Some friends have a more rocker chick style, some more androgenrous with simple clean lines. 

For me, the best word that describes me, would be safe. 

Bah! So boring!

And because of that, I can't throw out my clothes like the ruthless way that Claud can do to hers. 

I'm still wearing clothes that I used to wear at 18,21 years old etc. 

it's like classic with a new updated twist. 

How do I just part with stuff to make space for my wardrobe?

I do have my share of discards. But that's a very small amount, compared to all the clothes that I have!

My house is always running out of hangers! (It's a really really precious commodity at home) 

I kid you not!

Alright bed time for me, to prepare for another round of journey to the airport. 

Night!