Engrish engrish and growing into a tree

Alright! 

Did I mention that I was done with the pictures?

I was wrong.

I'm now stuck at part 2 editing again.

ZzzzZZz.

Everytime I thought I could take a break and watch my love from the star in my spare time...

Well it turns out to be a scam.

IF time is money.

I really feel stuck.

My time is important. Yet if I traded time, and paid clowns to do up stuff for me, I'll get shit.

I saw the template that my pictures goes to...and I nearly died.

the template has atrocious english.

At this rate im going, I'll never be able to delegate any visual work out to any "professional" in China.

From the way they fix my face and my limbs, to the layout. 

T.T 

Enough already!

So many Engrish.com moment that I don't even know how to start grumbling!

I took this blurry image off my phone app, and there's no way I can get a clearer version of this due to one reason or another.. 

                                                                  

It's kinda blur...

Let me blow up the mistakes here...

dum dee dum..

qualificalion will eb your fist choose.

Huh?

When clearly it should be Quality will be your first choice if god even allows this sort of sentence to be on a fashion spread.

Index Notice? 

I'm gonna turn a blind eye on that one because the sentence jumbles at the bottom is even more painful.

Like being knitted warm gentle protectionWith casual turtleneck pamper yourselfWith the edges of pavers out a wanton.

Dafaq much?!!?

My blood pressure went sky high when I spotted it. 

Nothing makes sense, and the spacings between each words got discounted away.

Ahhh itemS size!

What exactly is that?

ok and the jibberish below is so awesome again.

I dealt with this shit, the last time I edited the catalog.
All the words I wrote out, buggers discounted my spacesbetweenthe
words
                       like this.           Rearranged my spacing
and now again.
       
Those Chinese should just STOP using english as if it's damn happening and fashionable to be have a print page laced with bad english.
It's super loser.

Luckily for them that I'm in Singapore, and that I discovered this error in the middle of Sunday morning. Otherwise I'll have this very big urge to yell at somebody.

I know it's nobody's fault.
The people do not know the language, and therefore they would not be able to know where to add spaces and additional S in items and all.
But im not even attempting to blog in Chinese.
Why are they attempting to add bad english into commercial stuff?!

ARghhhhhh!!!!

Aside from that crazy rant, I need to share a secret.

Do you know that this entire entire entire collection of pictures that I've loaded up lately (that is linked to the collection)  was taken solely with the iphone 4S?

It's pretty decent for a phone right?

It was a huge gamble that I took. 

You must wonder why so budget?

Sometimes, its not all about the budget, but rather the degree of control that you have, that makes the difference.

In my case, I might not be the most professional model. or photographer. or photoshop specialist. or layout specialist. nor editor.

But i'm sick and tired of being controlled like a puppet, just because I'm a foreigner without resources.

With limited time from my trip, and no proper camera, the only thing I had with me in my suitcase, was my phone.

I thought to myself... Let's push the phone camera to new limits.

If nokia lumia could produce a short movie, I do not see why an Iphone could not produce a small collection of fashion show case.

I also had the ease of cutting the photoshoot from a 1 day rushed affair (with at least 3 pairs of eyes staring/assisting me in changing outfits as I strip down to my knickers + 5 pairs of eyes watching me pose for photoshoots),  into 3 (half day shoots).

I had the luxury of changing in my own changing room in the office, at my own speed, and pose comfortably with just my assistant  (Well I did say that I'm quite an introvert right..)

So why not?

I've taken a new approach, and it's a "let's do it my way" sort of game that i'm playing with my assistant and dad lately.

I do not care if people take pictures professionally, or do layouts professionally.

They aren't doing things my way.

I mean, if they made it look super super good and magical, that's fine. 

But that's not quite the case, for the exorbitant price that they charge for professional fees.

Saying this, I do feel like a control freak.

I might eventually be a little tired of being in control, but this, is not going to last forever.
When I set my expectations right, things would flow and follow along.

Perhaps you could also say that I've grown up a little more since.
It's a change within that I've not spoken about to any one in particular.

However, I'm tired of being a little flower, that sways along with the wind and gleam in the sunshine.
The one with vibrant colors that catches the eyes, only to be plucked at the whims and fancies of others.
Nope.

It's time that I become a big tree.
The one with the deep roots that can withstand rainstorms and heavy winds.
The one that provides people with shelter from my branches of flourishing leaves.

Goodbye little flower.
and it's really rather apt that I received a book on Empress Dowager Ci'Xi from the mail.
All the way from Sweden.
Thank you Olle!

Yes I want to be a spectacular and remarkable person when I leave this earth.
This is my journey, and it will take some time to grow into a big tree.
Nobody said it was easy, but I'm always lucky to be surrounded by very positive and encouraging people, even when I say nothing at all.
:)
For that I'm thankful that the right people are always sent my way like angels.

Oh hello!

Of the 23082982931092- pictures that I've edited over the span of ... weeks.

I'm most taken to this picture of my...nostrils. 

Hahaha.

It's like. I wonder if the camera can detect what's inside my nose.
Anyway so happy to be moving on to the next set of collection.
and also
happy to be done with...
ringworms. I caught them from godknowswhere I swear!
It started with a mosquito bite and it evolved into a ringworm in a couple of days.
I now know who really loves me even if i'm "dirty".
I'm gonna tell santa who's been nice to me!
Now i'm just waiting for the worm "bites" to fade away.
Consciously alternating between the bio oil that the mother swears by, and the anti fungal cream from the fridge.
I'm super thankful that the ringworm stopped at 2.
Khamsahamida!

slipped off the stairs in slippers. Well done.
I earned myself a sore bum, and a juicy bruise on the elbows when I broke my fall.
How it happened?
Claud thinks I might have been too happy and bounced off the stairs, while I think it's all slipper's fault.

Kicked into the cupboard. Newly acquired bruise on the knee.
I shifted the rackety old cupboard and have to wait for muscle men to remove them from my house.
In the meantime, I forgot they exist, and walked right into it, in the dark!
I'm Bruise Lee after all! :D

Fever! It's like a 3 day fever fest. Everything hurt. from the bones to the scalp. I didn't even want to comb my hair. The detangling tugging hurt me so much, I gave up and went on with life with messy hair.
I also couldnt locate the thermometer, so I never quite knew how much damage I was into, only that I transit between chilly cold (I sit around in my PU jacket meant for 15-20 degree in this crazy hot weather, shivering), to being a super baking HOT girl! *flips hair*
Gosh!

Now that i'm done mumbling about the terrible stuff...
There's the good stuff as well to balance it out.
Like how Claud covered work for me, while I was ill. Super love her for being kind to me.
Or how when it rains, and being stranded umbrella-less + sick, Someone sells you the idea of walking through the rain in a cupboard box, and giggle your way through it because it's super funny.
Raise your hands if you've tried walking in a box like you're doing lion dance!
I enjoyed myself! Love again!
Oh! and my new toy! The sony Alpha 5000 :D
in pink! That's love as well!
Ben heard that I was sick and offered to send congee from crystal jade over, since he was at Wala. *touched*
and getting concerned messages from friends, because I sounded emo in my previous post.
super touched as well!
and I had the best sick person food over the weekend.
I asked for steamboat at home...because i'm really a very soupy person by nature, and we had my favourite pork collar with sesame sauce for dips!
and the charcoal congee at Tiong Bahru for lunch today.
All super love!
and I've been told that I'm gonna get a package from a friend in Sweden earlier today..
---

It's like, getting bad stuff in exchange for lots of good stuff.
What more can I complain about?

Besides, I dont need many friends, because I'm blessed with friends who matter, friends who cares.
Quality over Quantity
That's more important to me.

#Blessed&Grateful
#RainbowsAfteraStorm

Filling up your cheeks fats and skin rattles

I just read that cheek fats can actually be lost from the lack of proper meals. 

Which actually makes sense suddenly.

The cheek fats actually started going away after I left my last office job, which works out to be the only time I considtently ate my meals at the correct time.

When I'm awake and bored, I'm extremely capable of squeezing 6 small meals a day. 

It's pretty much now dinner and snacks and supper for me these days. 

Some days I manage to squeeze lunch in, when the mood/time/fancy strikes. 

That's what happens when I'm working from home and feeling lazy. 

Other days I sacrifice lunch just to clock in more sleep, before rushing out. 

I know it's really bad to move around flat without sustenance I'm quite awesome at fighting fainting spells that passes every now and then from the lack of sugar.

Trust me. Weight loss is the last thing on my mind. I'm just a lazy person when it comes to meal preparation in the day. 

Perhaps I need to work on eating properly and regularly again. 

I want my baby cheeks back!

Since I'm at this, might as well admire what's left of my cheeks..

Finally dropped by sephora for make up forever's HD product launch to support the DA crew, and I must say that the pressed powder is quite fantastic. 

They did the demo on my skin, and seriously, I haven't been impressed with what I've seen so far, and never felt the urge to buy/use/apply powder (unnecessarily) since my outbreak circa 2007/2008. 

In fact "no powder" was my absolute rule to good skin. 

The no powder rule makes you look:

fresher, 

younger 

and also, it doesn't clog the pores... 

And because my skin could actually breathe freely...

Together with minimal cleansing steps involved in the cleansing routine... 

Ageing effects aside, I actually think that my skin's in a better state than when I was younger! 

Anyway, back to my newly acquired HD pressed powder... 

This was taken without filter.

I still wouldn't use the powder on a daily basis because of my clogged pore phobia and skin breathing beliefs, but just whenever I need to look a little more *ahem* *magical* for whatever reason of the day, I'll dust my HD pressed powder with a kabuki brush and enjoy the magic.

Actually the cream blusher from make up forever is quite pretty too. But I just JUST bought benefit's fine one one on my birthday month, so no blusher for me at the moment. 

Ooh lala~

For the love of make up 

~daphne 

What happens when you are sleepless?

Trying to tune back my body clock, things got a lot worst instead. 

I'm usually sleepy at 6am, but I forced myself into bed at 4am only to be wide awake... As I speak!

One thing leads to another, and I've been thinking about changing the color of my Ted baker wallet since I bought it til now...

Which makes it less than 2 months old.

I gave up on sleep and climbed out of bed... 

And did it! 

In about 30 mins or so! 

I turned it gold.

The interiors are originally cream...

Entirely cream. 

Like this.

Which makes the wallet sweet and girly. 

But lacking a little bit of spunk. That little bit of Daphne flavor. 

So I just sort of turned them goldish with my favourite shade of gold nail lacquer aka nail polish, and the help of a make up sponge. 

I'm considering whether to finish up the entire wallet into gold, or to leave it with this contrast. 

Of course I've got to touch up on the edges a little. 

But I'm pretty pleased with the results though.

Touching up will wait til another day, as I battle bedtime. 

:)

While I'm at the picture album, might as well post up pictures of the impromptu dinner that I made with mommy..

Dinner as usual is fusion decided based on what can be dug out from the refrigerator. 

Chinese/Asian/western mixed together.

Whatever. 

Starters: Spicy beansprout, china 小菜 style.

Black pepper smoked duck baked with okra and carrots. 

The greens for me and the orange for the mother. I hate carrots and she hates okra. Fair!

Mixed mushroom soup with cabbage done it my way. I could drink this mess of s'hrooms and soup everyday (I think)

Ending this post hungry.

healing

I've been fighting mushrooms off my hands lately. 

And watching the mushrooms fade off from my skin, it sometimes amaze me how quickly/slowly the human body heals with time. 

When we stop healing, it's about the same time that we disappear from the surface of the earth. 

Is that right? 

Sounds icky, but it's about time the mushrooms perish away while I focus on healing elsewhere. 

Thank you very much. 

You're not welcome mushrooms.

Korean Drama...

Over dinner tonight, mommy asked me if I've started watching "my love from the stars" 
Since I'm the one who gave her the suggestion.
Hahaha.

How phenomenal is this drama?
I swear that i'm not dramafying!
When I was in China, and walked past a street push cart vendor who was selling cheap accessories. I stopped and browsed, and the vendor auntie greeted me.

She said:
Hi! Just to let you know, the accessories that the lead actress is wearing for "My love from the star" can be found here *gestures*
Wha! this auntie is pro business woman!

She actually created a section in her cart just for a drama?!

For that introduction, I visually assessed her goods just because she's got a special section straight out from the drama.
Haha. But quality is meh. So I wasn't baited.

Second phenomenal....
Every friggin person (including guys minus my dad) that I spoke to in China.. (not much actually) is raving about which episode they are currently at, etc etc.
You should see the entire office catching up with the show during lunch time.
I'm officially ignored during lunch time.
Everyone's eyes and ears are plugged to their mobile devices.

Well it's really that crazy!

and Daphne here.
:(

No time to watch.
Still photoshopping her eyes out, taking her own sweet time...
and lagging behind photoshoot schedule.

Anyway, my point is, why why why are korean dramas so captivating?
They aren't even speaking in a language that I can understand!
Or eating the food that I eat everyday!

With regards to my drama fascination, I can't speak for anyone else but myself.

Korean dramas helps me escape into another world when I need a break from the harsh realities from life.

Or just to entertain me when I'm bored.

I like looking at how they dress and create styles for the characters.
From the hair, shoes, bags to their makeup.
Like, how a couple would subtly look very matching and yet retain their own identity and style.

Despite my mom's observation, she claims that they will always be dressed in the same shade of color.
Like this.

-_-" I know what she means. But no, they are not alway dressed in the same color in every episode. That would be too cliche.

I'm going along with but harmonious colors of the family shade, where they retain their own identities, but would not look like individual clashing heroes.

                                       

                                         

Style aside,
I enjoy the fact that I live, laugh, love, cry along with the female leads of the show. A part of me lives in her, and sometimes I would wonder if subconsciously what she's going through is similar to what I have to go through in life.

Be it to embrace the inner drama queens within, or addressing the romance quotient that we lack of at the moment..

Or even question if gentlemen still exist?
Which suddenly reminded me of my favourite movie Kate and Leopold.
ok cannot digress. That isn't a Korean drama..

I guess the best answer would be to live out the ideal that we cannot have time/opportunity/person to live out in at the moment.

Whatever it is, stories have always been enthralling to me as a girl.

In fact, I learn so much better through stories than through hard facts.
School programs should just set up a learning system through soap operas and dramas.
Confirm plenty of excellent passes after the show!

Hahaha.

If I were a boy

Just sometimes, I wished that I was a boy.

You know.
Firstly, being an asian, it's goddamnimportant to have a boy to carry the family name.
and sometimes I catch my mom telling me that if only I were a boy..

So logically it'd be cost saving/efficient/ plus my character's pretty much like a boy especially when I work myself into an anger fit. I cuss like friggin pirate and get pretty scary.
So whenever I get into one of my angst pirate cussing mood. My mom would say to herself..should have been a boy.

tsk.

Sometimes I wished I were a boy, so that I'll never be seen as the weaker sex.
Never be bullied. Clawed. hair being yanked at. NEVER be told.. you're just a girl pooh!

My mom's the "world peace" sort of woman, I being brought up with rainbows and unicorns I never knew what it was like to enter hell until she sent me to play school in a church, because back then only selective schools had pre-nursey.

My earliest memory as a kid consist of little scenes about being shoved around by the bigger boys in the class. I was probably only 3 years old.
They were vicious to me.
Just because I was nice to be bullied.
Just because I wouldnt comply to their demands.

My mom would randomly recall that I refused to go to school because my classmates kept pulling my hair etc. and I insisted that my grandpa would have to accompany me to school.
Grandpa escorted me all the way til my birthday (she bribed me with a birthday cake. and my birthday is in February and school term starts in January.)
Do the math and tell me when did the bullying start?

I wouldn't go to school just because I hated being near boys.
I hated being with people.
But I wised up and learnt to fight back. (Otherwise how you reckon I survive the rest of my school days?!)

I grew up with cousins 3 boys of the same age (amongst other 19 cousins in total).
Comparisons was aplenty. Fought with them, over stickers, furniture, icecream flavours, scale up the door frame quickest, first dips to the toilet.
Getting fingers slammed whatever.

The spunk in me, came from that fact that I'll never win, if boys play rough. But you dont get away with glee/spotlessly clean from bullying me either.

I'll never measure up in strength
And I'm always told. You're just a girl. You should not be fighting with them.
But what? Sit around and let them pull my hair? Call me names? Steal my stationaries, snatch my stickers.
Sorry no.

I vowed as young as I could remember that I will NEVER be a pushover again.
That I may not measure up physically, but mentally, you'll never get me down.
Bicycle racing with neighbour. I flew and hurt my face, elbows and knees on the concrete road.
Went home and got a lashing from the mother because i'm a girl. What if the scar on the face stays and never fades blahblahblah.

Sorry.
I'd rather die trying and scarred, than to be humilated. taunted. bullied.
just because I'm physically a girl does not mean that I've lost.
There's a difference between being a "loser" and a loser.
"loser" refers to people who are mentally ill disciplined.
"I cannot"
"I Cant"
You have not even tried, and you say you can't?!!
Of course you lost.


and Losing after competing out giving your best.
That's proper losing.

Besides, if you want something bad enough, you would do whatever it takes to attain it.
Someone snatched your stuff away and you shrug it off?
You must not have liked your stuff enough to stand up and fight to get it back.

Road bully my mom when she's driving?
Steal her parking lot outright.
My mom likes world peace much? Nevermind, her daughter's around.

Bully my brother in school.
I rallied hard that he learnt Taekwondo. and I promised I'll bail him out from school if shit happens (like if he ever fights back in school).
Because I'd rather he knows how to fight back, than be beaten up alive and scarred forever and regret not learning how to fight and defend himself.

If war comes to your face. you stare at it right in the face.
I do not waste time feeling sorry for myself.
I stand up tall, I stand up strong and I move on.
For I cannot be meek and submissive and allow bullying to happen in my face without fighting back.

I looked at myself in the mirror and swear this is the last time I'll be treated like this again
The broken trust and being hurt in more ways that I can ever think of.
You must be proud of yourself now.

#feminist
#proudtobefemale
#lucky i'm chinese and not Taliban

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!

May you be loved forever liger

Dad just told me that Liger/Tiger is sold. 

To this rich lady from ShenZhen. 

When I heard about it, I'm a little sad. 

In fact, the truth about the kittens going away for good to another home, just became true. 

My only comfort? 

He's in a good home 

There's going to be servants who will clean up after him and serve him. 

Dude's got this seriously long fur issue like Unique. 

He's going to constantly require grooming, combing on a daily basis. 

Which essentially works out to be more attention required on his fur, as compared to his siblings. 

Since he's going to a rich family, He's not going to starve and become food on the steamboat (it's gonna be a hefty delicacy if they do. Lol) 

Good bye my little baby. 

May you always be loved, given attention and never lack of anything a cat kitty would ever need. 

Be the good boy that you always were in your new home, and stay close by your owner like how you always like/demanded being hugged to sleep when it's cold. 

This is how you'll always be loved and adored by your new owner.

I'd always think of you whenever I can. 

Pictarot

Every now and then, when I'm sick of finding answers from within, I'll just resort to the pic tarot app to ask a question and it'll answer me pretty wisely.

What's the odds of asking the same question twice, to get the same answer? 

It's quite the first for me. 

So here it says:

Yeah, I'll try.

And we'll just see if everything would fall into place.

:) :) :)

You know your dad loves you..... 

When he arranges for the kittens to be at home specially for me! 

And yes for your playing works out to be 给你玩. Even though it's supposed to be for you to play with them. If it's English. 

Oh and that's also how many emails I get in a day. Granted that a lot of them are spams/junks/trash.

Clearing them is like 

*sigh* 

Maison Martin Margiela

I almost forgot about the MMM  x Swarvoski collaboration that I saw months back last year.
It's so delicious looking!
Especially when its clear and pretty.

There's something just very appealing about crystals in a "raw" format to me.
It's like a pretty sparkling icicles of sorts (I believe the correct word would be Stalactite, but I prefer refering to it as icicles).
My love for crystals will never stop (ever!)

No amount of words is going to describe its awesomeness.
This is definitely an artwork on its own.
However, this is as far as it goes.
I doubt this ring would survive the abuse from my daily wear and tear, but hey!
At least this one's waaaay more affordable than the Mauboussin one that I fancied dinosaur years ago.

Haze 2014

The haze is back. 

My eyes stings whenever I open them or play too much games. 

My throat feels dry and sore or sometime on the edge of bleeding from friction after the too dry phase.

I spend ALOT of time hiding up at home in the room. Suffocating.

I close up all the windows and doors in the house, and still feel the effect! 

Urgh!

With the air conditioner turned on, it feels bad, without the air conditioner, it's bad as well.

I'm wondering how I'd make my way to the  Universal Studio the next few days. 

Save my ENT please!

*cries* from the stingy feeling in the eye and flops back to sleep. 

And I wonder if wearing a goggle would starve my eyes from oxygen?!

Nostalgia

Every year around this time, I'll get a little nostalgic about life. 

Perhaps it's because I'm another year older, and have yet to rule the world or something along the lines of feeling unaccomplished.

But I've also learnt that life is usually timed pretty well, that just about nothing will ever be too early or too late, it's always in sync with you whenever you are ready.

Just like how we'll always have enough. 

If I want more of anything, I'll have to give up more to get it. 

If I wanted something lesser, I'll give something else in return of lesser value.

Same for life.

Same goes to money/job/career

Ditto for people/friendship/relationship 

And our material needs and wants. 

It's all a barter trade huh?

More money for less time. 

More friends for less "me time/space".

More material purchase for less money. 

And the cycle goes on. 

Therefore enough is good enough, I guess. ;)

And here I go, mourning for my youth and as I celebrate life.

Don't worry. I'll bounce back again when I cross the birthday hurdle and celebrate like mad!

Like seriously, I scrolled through some of my old pictures on Facebook, and wondered where did all my baby fats went to?!

These were taken between 2007-2008

And these were taken a couple of days ago..

And this in 2012-2013

My cheeks have disappeared over the years, and I'm not happy about it, despite being more camera friendly.

I need to consider those fat grafting procedure that's all the rage now! 

lol 

But I'm ever the coward when it comes to needles, bloodshed and pain. 

;(

Oh well.

I'll just try to eat more, and hope that the fats will go back to my face?

Haha.