Updates of my life

I am so busy nowadays, juggling work, final exams for my studies and preparing for my trip to Europe, that I hardly have time to blog.

I am also busy trying to look for alternatives to the things I use on a daily basis. Things like facial cleansers, make-up, make-up removers and body wash, etc. Other than the Neutrogena facial wash and the waxing strips, I have found a Japanese brand of make-up remover called "Cleansing Express". It works pretty well and so far so good for my skin. No funny red patches yet.

I have also found the drugstore brand of make-up called Kate that is very good! They are actually by the makers of Kanebo make-up but they are selling it at more affordable prices at drugstores, giving customers more value for money. The Face Shop is also my 'good friend' now.

Just today, I was going to buy some long sleeved cotton t-shirts for my trip (to keep myself warmer and for layering purposes). I first went to GAP as I had bought a very nice cotton tee that was lightweight and yet, served its purpose in keeping me warm. The damage would be $39.90. I decided to drop by at Uniqlo at ION. They had a much thicker long sleeved cotton tee going for $14.90! Grabbed it! Plus it was premium cotton, very good to the touch.

I suppose now it is more of learning how to shop smart and I am also learning that drugstore (i.e. cheaper stuff) stuff does not necessarily mean bad news. It is sometimes better than the expensive stuff.

Well, going to bed now, for I need to get to work by 7 am tomorrow. Night everyone!

Waxing (not so) lyrical

Well, it has been a horrible weekend. I can say that my so-called love life is in the doldrums and will be headed for doom soon, just as soon as I am able to accept and create closure for myself. I need to move on. I don't mean to mope here, but I need to type it out in order to tell myself to execute it.

First step to healing my heart was to try the wax strips that I bought from the pharmacy. I once tried these in my Uni days and I suppose I did not know how to do it very well, either that or the product itself was not so good yet. I did not succeed in removing much hair and got my toilet all yucky after that. I stopped using those like, forever.

For the past two or three years, I have been going to "Strip, the Ministry of Wax" to have my fix of grooming. Looks like I would have to stop that soon too as my package is going to be used up soon and I do not intend to continue going to them. For one, I will need lots of Vitamin M and for seconds, they like to 'sell' you stuff: if it is not this cream, it will be IPL treatment, that treatment, something or other.

I do not blame them though. This is how the general environment of their industry works. Plus they earn commission like that. Only thing for a softy like me is to have to prep myself on how to say "No" every time before I go for a session. I could almost memorise and predict what they are going to ask and/or tell me.

It is even contradictory. One of them told me that because I wax, that I would get in-grown hair easily and that I should try IPL instead. Funny? Wasn't their business all about waxing? Why were they slapping their own 'faces'? I suppose this is what I had learned in my hotel course as "up-selling".

I also do not dare to request for a regular therapist for fear that if I stuck to one, I would get too emotional and attached and would be more inclined to say "yes" to any suggestions whatsoever for treatments that she gives. I am sorry, if you are a therapist and is reading this but I really would like to be more prudent in my spending, you know. Plus I am just like that. I judge whether I would go back to a hairdresser by how over chatty he or she is. If he or she tries to sell me everything under the sun in their shop, it would be the first and last time that I would go there.

Anyway, I tried the brand "Nair" and it turned out pretty good! All those trips to the waxing salon also taught me a thing or two about waxing myself. There was also a nice strawberry taste to it, which was yummy. There is also glitter on the wax, which made it all the more fun!

There, I think I will be able to manage on my own and be able to save tons of money from now. Plus, I do not need to make an appointment or wait for any particular day to go. I can do it in the comfort of my own home :)

p/s: I am not going to tell you which areas I wax, OK! Hahahaha!

Hairy business

Went to cut my hair today. Sigh...so much contemplation for just one hair cut. Really though, I am after all, spoiled for choice here. There are just so many around my 'hood that I can close my eyes and just point. Only thing is that I do not know which one is exactly good and which is bad.

Some are dirt cheap and have a long queue but really not so sure whether cheap is not always bad. One day, I vow to stand outside and wait for someone to come out from their haircut and judge for myself whether it is good or not.

Today's cut was done at Kimage. Not bad, but on the safe side. Still good though :) Would be going back for treatments and colouring though, for I think their prices are reasonable and I have gotten their discount card now. Would also go back if I feel really lazy and don't want to go too far away.

Another cheap thrill moment

It's strange how we see certain things in this world. It's like how I know, if I were given a $10 voucher to be spent on my next purchase, it is not really a saving on my present (or even next) purchase. For, if I did not go back to the shop and buy again, I would not be spending any money at all!

Nevertheless, I was chided by my Dad the other day (Saturday)for falling into a sort of marketing trap by the petrol company. You see, Shell was having this promotion for V Power: From 7pm t 11pm, Friday to Sunday, the price of V Power is the same as 98.

He felt that I was unwise to fall into the trap of paying more. We (or rather, I, for my Dad goes for Caltex)usually pump 95 and this is still cheaper than 98, with or without offer.

Truth be told, is that I am a little 'vain' in this area too. V Power does give more power to the car (just as I feel that Shell petrol generally gives one's car more power. You can call it a psychological thing but I don't really care. Of course I knew that even with special offer, it was going to be more expensive than my usual. To me though, pumping V Power was like eating at Les Amies (not that I have) or buying that Gucci bag. It is a once-in-a-while pleasure that I reward myself with. Not something that I would do everyday.

By the way, it was quite a cheap thrill sort of moment when I went to pump my petrol. My petrol meter was close to touching the "E" line, yet it was only 6.50pm. Having worked in the customer service line before, I knew better than to pester staff to let me have the discount before the stipulated time.

I was a little panicky (since I was running on empty) when I remembered that there was a small lane just before the petrol station. By the time I reached the lane, it was 6.56pm. Strange how time seems to come to a standstill just when you want it to pass quickly.

6.58pm. I realised I was blocking another car and had to shift my car. As I moved it, I made the decision to head off to my destination: the petrol station. After all, it was peak period and there were many vehicles about. By the time I am able to filter out, it should be 7pm already.

True to my 'calculation', the news was being reported on Class 95FM and there was a little car queue at the station too. By the time I got a place a the pump, it was already passed 7pm.

My colleagues were crazier

My two closest colleagues are skeptical people. They approach things with caution, skepticism and pepper it with criticism, sometimes aplenty.

It was the same with Uniqlo. Since they are not from Beijing,Shanghai (or other big cities that have such shops) and since they have been here for quite some years, they have not heard of this totally happening brand.

I was already ranting and raving about it the day before and the day of opening. I did not ask them to go with me as I felt it would be such an upscale task to convince them to go somewhere as far as Tampines.

One of them called me anyway, after she left the workplace and expressed that they wanted to go with me too. I picked them up halfway (somewhere in town) and we headed for Uniqlo! The older of the two kept asking me what sort of brand is this and whether it was really that worth it, etc, etc. I was getting a little impatient (as usual).

When inside, while I bought 7 items, they bought none. Guess what though? They went back the next day and the next, each time getting more and more items. Each time they went back, they had to queue for at least half an hour to 45 minutes!

I am just wondering whether all of us humans are like that: treating things with suspicion and caution all the time.

Now I understand

Just hours before, I was queueing up at Uniqlo that has just opened its doors to the public at Tampines 1 today. From the night before its opening, I had already planned what I should wear and what I had wanted to buy (from the Internet catalogue).

I was in full Uniqlo gear: Boyfriend jeans and UT t-shirt. I even 'stole' the Today paper for the day as it had all the details of the store, opening hours etc. As I ate breakfast, I sms-ed one of my former colleagues and asked if she would be going. She said she was on night shift but was going to work early so that she could hop into the shop to look-see.

At 10 plus in the morning, sms comes in telling me that the place is super crowded and the queue was very long. I thought to myself, "Only cashier queue long, so why give up the chance?"

Sms comes in at about 4 plus that the place was still super crowded. Then, at about 5 plus, another sms comes in from yet another former colleague cum regular travel 'kaki' (loosely translated as friend in Malay). She told me that the queue was so super long that she had but given up. She was going to Dorothy Perkins instead.

Woah! This made me want to fly down there even more (instead of deterring me from going)!! At about 6.40pm, I sped away from my work place and went to pick up two of my other colleagues who decided last minute that they too wanted to come along.

By the time we reached the "Welcome to Tampines" part of the journey, it was almost 8. I was hungry but nevertheless, determined to get to my destination. The traffic jam started from Safra Tampines and I had to make a detour as I could not cut into the turning lane.

As I turned into Tampines Mall car park, yet another jam!!! I could kill the cars. Wished I was driving a monster truck then, so that I can roll over all the other cars. When we finally emerged at Basement 1 of Tampines Mall, we decided we had to eat something: Bread. We scooted in to Bread Talk: One chose the bread while the other two lined up at the counter. What time work!

By the time we reached Level 2 of Tampines 1, it was already quite late. I made a mad dash for Uniqlo only to be greeted by yet another queue!!! This queue went all the way back past the toilets, diaper change areas and into the staircase leading to the car park!!!

Yet, I felt really excited. There was a strange buzz and everyone else was talking at the same time. I wanted to just get in there and start shopping. I could just feel my hand itching to go through the different t-shirts.

Thank goodness we were a little earlier for shortly after us, they stopped the queue giving the reason that they would close at 10pm. Phew! Once inside, there was no stopping me of course. Seven pieces of clothing in all!

I kind of felt dizzy from all this fan-fare like actions. Now also understand why groupies can spend hours waiting for their favourite singers to appear for just that one or two seconds :)

Someone else has the same POV.

During lessons today, my lecturer mentioned about how sometimes, some people, would tell their friends that they had bought such and such a brand of bag or watch or laptop for such and such a price. She is of the view that such persons do not have self-confidence and that we should be there to build a sense of self in children.

This reminded me of how I recently told someone that exact same logic: that the more one flanks oneself with all that expensive stuff, the more insecurity one reveals to the world. Of course, this person did not take it well at all and of course, I am not saying I absolutely do not go for branded stuff. I used to be more 'carefree' when buying them. Now, I kinda see if there is a need to buy it or not. If not, then I won't.

Just like how a $500 item could make my heartbeat go faster last time, it gives me a little cheap thrill to think that I have saved some money by not buying certain things. Hahaha! Yes, the operative phrase is "cheap thrill" but a good feel nonetheless.

More retro finds

Recently bought a Lily Allen album and an album by this group called "The bird and the bee". The former because she had a very cute song called f*** you plus, it is British (as opposed to the American, Kathy Perry). The latter because I read the review on JUICE,which was good, and it had a very retro look to it.

Yes, I am into all things retro now. Actually mostly clothes and music. For music, after the Ting Tings, I am quite into those indie groups rather than the more commercial sorts. Not that Lilly Allen is not mainstream. I guess, the rhythm and melody must be right. Pretty much go for the feel.

The funny part was that I was spotting quite some similarities between these two albums when I found out that the producer for Lily Allen's album was Greg Kurstin, the other half of "The bird and the bee"!!

Well, I am in that phase now. :)

Yucks! Yucks! Yucks!

I had originally wanted to write about how I had a horrible lunch and how it was like eating poison as I had a big row with Dad before I ate.

I thought a visit to the hairdresser's would perk me up a little. Since I had just lost my original hairstylist, I thought I would explore a little. I messaged my cousin and asked about hers.

Before I go on, I want to say that I had every intention not to write what I am about to write. I had wanted to focus on the good stuff of the old salon that I used to go t (Reds, Tampines), but I still cannot hold myself back, so here it is. Oh! This has, in no part, got to do with my cousin either. She had quite an alright experience

My cousin recommended this guy named Tommy from I*CON by Shunji Matsuo (Suntec). I decided to take the plunge and go ahead with doing my hair. I was very apprehensive as I have not gone to any other hairstylist for so long.

I reached the said place and asked for Tommy. He didn't really talk much and I had barely sat down and he started asking me questions. I wasn't quite sure what I wanted and was probably too soft (voice). I mean, that is what a hairstylist is there for, right? They are there to listen and advise as they know better than us as to how we should do with our hair, how much stress our hair can take etc.

After two questions or so and me saying somewhat of an unsure answer from me, he walked away. Came this other lady who started talking to me. I thought she was the colourist. I thought she was going to colour my hair and then he would come and do the cutting. That was what Desmond at Reds used to do. In fact, Desmond would help the colourist. More than that, Desmond would listen to what I want and fit my needs closest to what my hair is capable of doing.

All this time, I was communicating with my cousin via sms. She also told me that he does the final cutting and his 'ka kias' (assistants) would do the rest. All this time, Tommy was either going about doing his own things or just sitting around. The real shocker came when the lady proceeded to trim my hair!!!

I was so shocked, I didn't know how to react!!!! Did I not ask for Tommy the minute I walked through the door? Did he not talk to me? Yes, he did not really communicate much but I had presumed that he would do so after my colouring and re-bonding was done. Even the re-bonding was communicated to the lady. I also presumed that she was in-charge of that area. I seriously had no idea that she would be cutting my hair too!!!!!!

I was really, really upset by then. I was not upset because my "cosmic cream" (or cosmic crimp, an alternative to re-bonding) did not turn out well. I was upset because I felt that I was taken for a ride and treated like a fool right up till the end!!!

From upset, I became fuming mad. I barked at the lady to not trim my hair so short as I really didn't want my hair to go wrong. I felt a little bad but I was already frustrated, upset and angry. When I was paying, she was explaining all that free stuff and all the 'discounts' that she was giving me and how I could use one of the vouchers given for my next visit.

I was not listening at all. I was just fuming. No. Seething. I had barely finished paying when I called my cousin to pour out my woes. I felt bad as it was not her fault but on the other hand, I just needed to vent it all out.

All I am going to say is that this would be my first and last visit to this particular hair salon. It did not help that my ears were constantly bombarded by sounds from the arcade next door. The slightly haphazard way that things were put also irked me a little. Although I had a good hair job but an appalling experience. I feel that a stylist should never be like that. I think that there is no basic manners and no service etiquette.

What can I say? I am spoilt and too pampered by Reds, but they really provide good service.

I will continue my search for a new hairstylist.

What to do??

Aaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!! I found out yesterday that my hairstylist had quit! Right at a time when I needed to fix my hairdo too! Now, I am really in a fix!

I shall try to breathe and then ask around as to which are the credible hairstylists in town. I have been with this particular hairstylist for 3 over years and now, I am really at a lost. He was a really good hairstylist as my hair is one of those 'problematic' ones that would need an expert like him to handle.

During my uncle's wake, I even recommended my cousin to go to him, but now, looks like I have to tell her otherwise. Wish me luck!

Did you know?

Today, I chanced upon those branded goods sale at Suntec City. There were Levi's clothes and jeans and Liz Claiborne stuff. If I were not going into JB soon I would not even think twice about grabbing many pieces, but I restricted myself to two.

When I was paying for my stuff, this lady came up to ask the cashier what size is 6? Both of us replied that it is either a small or extra small. Then she asked another funny question as to why the pants was so big then.

Well, the next most natural thing that came out from both our mouths was that these were American sizes. I mean, what do you expect?? It is Liz Claiborne leh. She mumbled that the sizing seem strange.

Hee, then I told her that if she wanted to know whether it fits, to put the waist of the pants round her own neck. If it does go around with some allowance for some fingers, then she would be able to wear it.

She walked away and came back to ask whether this was true and the cashier totally agreed with me. She told me that that was the way she bought pants too. I had to reiterate that "the neck is equivalent to the waist".

She said, "Wow! I didn't know that!". Then went in search of more pants.

To me, this is a shopaholic must-know for what happens when there is a mega sale and there is a whole line of people waiting to go into the changing room? Measure with the neck of course!

Every time I visit my lawyer...

... I buy shoes!!! Two pairs each time! This time it was at Mitju. My feet were absolutely killing me (I wore one of the pairs that I bought when I last visited at her other office near Golden Shoe Car Park).

Both were flats and I just could not resist it. Once I changed into the new pair, my feet got instant relief. Aaah!! So many excuses :P

I am RETRO-fitted

The last time I remembered buying second hand clothing was from the Co-op Shop in Australia. That must have been yonks and I still remember how excited I was to have paid $5 Aussie for a pair of Levi's, never mind the model (or rather five-0 what). To me, owning a pair of Levi's at that point of time was like owning a Gucci bag of sorts.

Fast forward to 2008 and we were just walking along the streets of Causeway Bay when the sharp eyes of one of my travel companions saw this interesting looking shop that was situated on the second floor.

To tell you the truth, I have never dared to venture onto second floors. I was brought up with this notion of suspension mixed with fear whenever we had to go up some narrow, old-looking staircases. Never walked up one of those in my many years of 'pilgrimage' to Hong Kong. Yeah! Go ahead. Call me a coward, but at least now I have tried.

Went up anyways and what a pleasant surprise! Lovely retro stuff that I could not get enough of. Some of them are originals but they also use different parts of two old clothes sewn into new ones! Never thought it was my style but I was able to find quite a number of stuff to suit myself and that suited me fine :)

Take a look at how pretty they are!


This particular piece uses old scarfs to make into a baby doll dress. I was so fascinated by the idea that I bought two pieces with two different scarf patterns. Each piece is different in that no two scarfs are the same.

I know you can't quite see this one but it is an old picture of a bridge somewhere. Perhaps I shall take a pic when I am wearing it. Would be clearer. I have another piece in the same pattern but different picture. It has men from a slightly different era standing around. The picture of that dress is in my camera, which I have yet to 'touch'. Will update this posting soon with complete pictures from camera.

Because there was no Philospohy, therefore everything is longer Krispy

I was all excited when I first confirmed my trip to Hong Kong. I thought was going to get to eat Krispy Kreme again! I also thought I would be able to stock up on my Philosophy brand of shower gels and handwashes.

Fact is though, both of them are gone, gone, gone. We spent a good part of the afternoon searching two Wing On Plus Department Stores. No Philosophy at the TST (Tsim Sha Tsui) East branch but had a Santa giving me a candy cane instead. Walked all the way down past the Jordan MTR to the original branch that I bought the products from and it was no where to be found. I shall resign to my fate and order them online. Only consolation is that the exchange rate now is very advantageous to me.

Then of course, there was the tell-tale sign that Krispy Kreme was gone. We headed straight for the outlet at the arrival hall at the airport and that spot was empty. There were air con vents around this pillar but where the counter used to be, is now a thorough fair for people going to the other side of the building.

A search on our hand phone Internet proved our worst fears were true. The company had gone bust in October (must be shortly after I checked out their website coz when I did, they were still operational). But now, all outlets have closed. Boo-hoo!

The nearest Krispy Kreme would be Korea then, but how often would I go there?? I would have to be contented with my memory of that one very delicious doughnut that I had one and a half years ago, just before I took my plane ride back home.

p/s: Title is not meant to make sense. Just wanted to have some fun.

Bad service

My first personal bad experience with service happened on the second day at H&M, Central.

I was going on my second round of clothes trying and had to leave my basket at the counter, as it was their rule to do so. Fair enough.

As I was walking towards an empty cubicle though, I heard a crash. I turned around just in time to see the H&M staff throwing my basket unwillingly on the floor and walk towards my overspilled clothes to pick them up. She did not look at all apologetic and haphazardly put my clothes back into the basket.

I was not happy at all. I did not appreciate my to-be purchases being thrown about like that. I was most upset at the way she handled my clothes. What if there were sharp edges on the basket and it caused a run in my garments? Whatever it was, it was manners at its worst as she rolled her eyes and walked back to her counter as if nothing happened.

It spoilt my mood and I had half a mind to leave everything and not buy at all, but I eventually did as vanity got the better of me. In fact, it spoilt my mood for the rest of the morning (somewhat). If it were not for Tsui Wah Hong Kong Cafe's lunch of sliced fried beef with rice after that, I would have remained moody for the rest of the day.

Shopping and stress is not good

Man! I have been spending and spending! I was wondering why. Then I realised it was because I was stressed out with my coming assignment that is due next week. I am returning to my old ways and I have to curb myself. Went to buy the M.A.C Christmas lipstick pouch set just because the red pouch really went well with my mobile phone!!!

Luckily, I do use lipsticks and lip gloss and so, nothing is going to waste. Also bought the M.A.C Mineralize Loose powder (funny though coz the box says foundation in English and then slash "loose poudre" in French. So is it a foundation powder or loose powder. Hmmmm....got to check up their website again to find out more.

Also introduced my colleague to M.A.C and Laneige. She was stocking up on her annual make-up supply and turning to me for some help. Well, she was going to buy everything M.A.C when I advised her to look at other brands instead. She is really fair and so I thought it would be better for her to use Laneige. True enough, it was a better fit and so, she happily completed her buys with some Laneige products.

Well, personally, I am making a gradual switch to Laneige products myself, since Paul and Joe is going to discontinue the line of cleanser that I use. The girl was nice enough to give me some samples to use and I think I will be buying some new cleansers soon, but not before I use up my three bottles.

Then again, like how babies cannot just switch milk powders just like that, I might also need to buy the new product once I am down to one last bottle. Then I can gradually introduce the new product to my skin. Nah!!!! Just another excuse to buy more things. Hee! Hee!

More Paul & Joe

I went and did a crazy thing this evening. I went to the Paul & Joe counter at Bugis Junction and bought me-self 3 bottles of the foam cleanser mousse that is going to be out of production soon.

The lady at the counter told me she had nine bottles and I wish I had enough money to buy up all of it, but on second thoughts, it would be quite ridiculous to do so too, as it would take me ages to finish and by then, the product might have expired.

I said my peace to the girl. I told her that I was very surprised that they were going to axe this particular product. I told her that this was the only thing that does not cause redness on my face. I also told her that I have been using this particular cleanser for at least 3 years now. She was really surprised. I also told her that I was so upset the other day that I did not buy anything in the end.

Of course, all this was told in a conversational way and not an accusing way (hopefully she did not find me too long-winded). She was very nice to listen to me too but I doubt she can do much either. She was also quite surprised that I have used to cleanser for so long :P

One thing I did not like though, is that she told me she would give me samples of the new cleanser to use (the new range that the sales lady at Isetan was trying to sell me). I only found out on my way home that it is not exactly the new sample at all. The moisture lotion, I have bought before and it gave me millia seeds. I refuse to use whitening stuff as I feel that it is more harmful to my skin the long run, so the whitening emulsion can go straight to the bin. The only thing that can remotely be used is the light cleansing milk, but anything with the word milk makes me squirm and think millia seeds again. Does not help that they have the world "light" on it.

What I am a little unhappy about is not delivering what she promised (as in, the right sample). Guess I cannot be too picky as they were free stuff.

Well, at least these three bottles are going to last me for at least a year an a half or so. Till then, I shall be more prudent with my usage and then think of what else to use later.

Oh, and thanks to wildswans for your recommendation. I shall kiv and once I have finished my limited supply, will try yours out. Hee!

The end of Paul & Joe for me

I was really upset to find out that they have discontinued the Foaming Facial Cleanser that I have been using for the past two to three years. It was the only thing that was mild enough not to cause redness on my skin and does not give me skin irritation.

I was so upset and angry that I did not even buy that moisture gel that I originally set out to buy. I cannot fathom how they can just decide to cut a certain product line just like that. If I knew this was going to happen, I would have bought a whole box of it the last time I visited their counter.

This sales lady at the Isetan Scotts outlet was also quite unprofessional. She was talking on the phone for quite awhile until I took the products off the shelf and approached her to get the products for me to buy.

After looking for the longest time, she then told me that the cleanser that I want has been discontinued. Then WHY display it there in the first place?????? So angry. Then she told me the new cleanser can moisturise even more etc, etc.

I really did not want to listen anymore coz I really did not need one that was too moisturising. It would just give me millia seeds. Some of their products have already given me that as it is too rich.

Sigh...I am now in search of another product as I feel a little 'betrayed'. I know, very drama, but I just feel like that at the moment. Until I find the next best product, woe is my face!!!!

An alternative solution

In another extravagant world, where I as an extravagant person, I prided myself in using what was what good and what was hip. I was still trying to be quite extravagant but then I thought, maybe, I should use an alternative that could be easily gotten.

You see, I was very set on using Philosophy stuff, especially the 3-in-1 shower gel. It acts as a shampoo, conditioner and shower gel. It was the only thing, until a week back, that does not make my skin itch from dryness or have an overpowering perfume smell that would be almost fatal to my sensitive nose.

I was even thinking that I can make use of this time of good exchange rate of US currency to order my 'loot' online.

Well, don't need to now. I just tried Cetaphil and it works fine on my skin. I can get it at the local pharmacy or Watson's and at a fraction of what I paid for Philosophy bought off the rack. Besides, if I really suffer from a Philosophy withdrawal syndrome, I could also try to get some from Hong Kong. I last bought it at Wing On Plus Department Store. Hopefully it is still there.

For now though, Cetaphil will suffice.

What a mess!

Want to see how messy I got preparing myself for the wedding dinner? Check out this picture:



Plus, I used up five eyelid stickers for my right eye and I still didn't really get it right!!! These stickers are supposed to let single eyelid people like us look like we have natural double eyelids. It does look natural on my left eye though. I just think it has got something to do with the condition of my eye that day.

Nevertheless, a good haircut, with beautiful dress, matching shoes and bag, makes me a happy person.

As for the dinner, although the food was good but I think the hotel staff needs lots and lots more improvement. The floor manager did not manage timing properly and dinner only started at 8.30pm!!! I was also not used to not being cued for the very first dish. Usually, there will be the wait staff marching in to a grand piece of music. This time around, everything was quite haphazard, with wait staff just walking without music and two musicians preparing themselves on stage. We were quite unsure when to eat! Hahaha!!

That said, I had lots of eye candy that night as I had clean forgotten that my dear cousin is now an A&E doctor,while his wife is a paediatrician. The best surprise though, was when I saw a picture of myself, when I was young, lined up in a row, with some of my youngest cousins. I had forgotten how carefree we were and how, we did not know or care about the adults' affairs.