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May or may not come back here. Will see how.

None of these posts will be deleted.

Thanks all for reading, it's been a great journey.

KThxBai!

I've been blog-hopping quite often these days. Lots of things on the net to read about, and not feel like a complete voyeur. I stumbled on one called shopaholiclady.

She's a model for those kinds of car events shows, and this picture (more like it's caption actually), made me stunned.


(Photo credit: http://www.myfatpocket.com/shopaholiclady/)

"the uniform for the day. super fat lah!!"

Uhh. So what does that make the rest of the world population? Please someone, give this girl a cheezburger! Kthx.

Seriously, don't be deluded. The only way you could even be remotely fat is if you stand next to this girl.



OH WAIT, YOU ARE STANDING NEXT TO THIS GIRL! I think if she turns sideways, she'll disappear.


I don't want to go to any car roadshows anymore. I'm very disappointed to read these kinds of things. Sometimes I've looked in the mirror and seen my arms and elbows look exceedingly skinny and that scares me. I need a cheezburger too.

Words. Such powerful tools that we have, and we sometimes don't know it ourselves. Animals have their claws and teeth, we have our words. Perhaps they're less physically painful, but the mental and sometimes emotional pain is worse than a physical pain could ever be. Words should never be underestimated as a powerful tool. Like some say, pen is mightier than a sword. Sometimes I don't believe that, sometimes I do.

Words can be simple, yet they brim with complexities. They can be short, yet flow like a lyric, long and beautiful and everlasting. They can be used to communicate, yet how many times do we cause miscommunication? It can cause hearts to beat faster, or they can make them almost stop. We use it everyday, and yet sometimes we barely retain what we've said. Perhaps it's because we focus too much on what's unnecessary, when we should start listening to the ones a little closer to us. We tend to throw out words that can cause anger, and hurt, without realizing. Maybe it's time to look inwards and understand where that's coming from.


I remember. I've felt this way before, so insecure. But there will be a time when it'll all make sense.

"My dear, sometimes God put different people in our lives at different times. and for every person it may be to teach,show ,guide,or encourage us in some way. and some times only for a season."

I thank you, you who told me this. Your words give me a quiet strength. I met someone in March whom I really wished I didn't meet. But now I know, and I understand that meeting this person only gave me the smarts to avoid such a person in future.
Your words give me a quiet strength. I thank you so much, even though I know you barely know me.


Dude or dudette, I'm sorry I'm crapping here. Thanks for reading, all. I appreciate that. I wrote this in about 10 minutes in a burst of words, and maybe this will make very little sense afterwards.

“Quality journalism is the life blood of liberal democracy”

Quality journalism flows from the pens of journalists who fulfill their first obligation to “seek the truth and report it”. Chew (2009) lists the roles of a journalist which include “A journalist has the responsibility to express only opinions based on actual facts.” and “In his/her approach to informing the public, a journalist has to depict society in its full diversity, allowing individual and minority opinions to make their way into the press. The public has the right to know not only favourable information and ideas, or those considered harmless but also those that offend, shock and distress. These are the requirements of pluralism, tolerance and openness, without which there is no democratic society.” Provided that all the journalists of this world adhere to such rules, quality journalism would be widespread. However, that is not the case, and neither is that the objective of this article. This thesis emphasizes on quality journalism, meaning journalism that provides information that is credible, newsworthy and useful. It therefore does not include articles that sensationalize the news or story. So is quality journalism important when it comes to liberal democracy?

Journalism, and the free press, is constantly intertwined with democracy. Political writer Alexis de Tocqueville said "You can't have real newspapers without democracy, and you can't have democracy without newspapers". Carey (2003) goes as far as to say that journalism is akin to democracy. “Without a free press there can be no political democracy ... Journalism and democracy share a common fate, for journalism is identical with or simply another name for democracy.” Without democratic journalism to be objective about the state, journalists would be mere puppets to spread propaganda. Carey is right to say that "democracy requires more than a free press. It also requires a high level of trust among citizens, a healthy judiciary, an effective legislature, a strong; presidency, and a balance of powers among these institutions". Journalism is what keeps the state in check, it is no watchdog for the state, but instead a watchdog to the state: a role that requires constant vigilance to ensure that liberal democracy is not compromised.

The Singapore media at this point in time (in 2009) has had it's fair share of criticisms. The Singaporean government keeps a close eye on the Singaporean press, especially when it comes to the political aspects. Despite criticisms from the West that journalism and the media in Singapore is stifled, one should take a step back and look at the bigger picture. While the West preaches freedom of speech, their idea of free speech meant the inclusion of publishing of certain irresponsible or biased findings. That is not the mark of true journalism. In Lee Kuan Yew: The Man And His Ideas (1998), Lee Kuan Yew argues that he kept certain foreign publications out of Singapore, to maintain the quality of the media prevalent in Singapore. He says that free press "in it's eagerness to fault and check its leaders and institutions - as well as its drive to boost its sales by whipping up public controversy and political intrigue - had overstepped itself". This meant that the journalists were driven to write stories that had the desire to titillate and shock, with stories of sleaze, instead of to simply write to inform the public. McNair (2000) agrees that the American press has declined in producing quality political journalism, favouring instead commercialized and 'infotainment' reporting of politics. He even terms it "Americanisation" and deems it a 'crisis' of the political media. Singapore has saved itself the trouble by preventing the circulation of such low-quality journalism from the West.

What about the Singaporean government itself having so much control over the Singapore press? Local newspapers such as The Eastern Sun and The Singapore Herald were closed due to communist connections and anti-government reporting respectively. Liberal democracy meant having a clear distinction between the state and civil society. Does restricting the circulation of publications that are deemed be to engaging in politics also mean a restriction in ideas and freedom that the people in Singapore are exposed to?

That is not necessarily the case. While it may be argued that the government deem themselves to play a role in maintaining Singapore press and publications, a certain framework is set in place for the media to operate in. This means that the press is granted the freedom to write and publish what they wish, but only within a set of guidelines.

The rationale behind such an operation is simple: Singapore has already experienced many riots for it's relatively young age, most of them due to racial riots. This tension between different races and religions made Singapore exceedingly vulnerable with so many people hailing from different countries and cultures. With Singapore being hailed as a melting pot of cultures, it becomes even more vital for the quality of journalism to be upheld to the strictest level in order to maintain democracy between the people who reside in Singapore. The government therefore feels the need to ensure that the press and the media do not stir up negative emotions or responses over issues that involve culture and traditions of the different races and religions in Singapore. “Generation Y” in Singapore have never experienced the magnitude of a racial riot, and the government has worked hard to ensure that they never do, even if it means setting ground rules as to what a newspaper can and cannot publish. This means that journalism and the media plays an even more important role to keep the peace without compromising when it comes to offering different and sometimes conflicting viewpoints.

Journalism and the media in Singapore need to show that they are open-minded enough to accept and respect other’s constructive opinions and points of view; constructive being the keyword. This prevents the media from publishing any biased remarks which may be unfounded and without basis to the reasoning of the particular opinion. It is highly important to keep the peace in Singapore without stifling varied and possibly conflicting points of view from different people. The freedom of press also includes the undertaking of responsibility to ensure that there is accountability from the government while maintaining overstepping the boundaries set to avoid racial tension. That is truly what quality journalism should be.


Read more about it at:

1. Chew, K. Journalism: Bane of Liberal Democracy?. (2009). Retrieved October 5, 2009, from Theedenproject. Website: http://theedenproject.wordpress.com/2009/02/12/journalism-bane-of-liberal-democracy/

2. Carey, J. (2003). Thinking Clearly. Retrieved October 8, 2009, from Journalism.org. Website: http://www.journalism.org/node/1753/

3. Han, F.K., Fernandez, W., & Tan, S.(1998). Lee Kuan Yew: The Man And His Ideas (pp. 215-221). Singapore: Times Edition Pte Ltd.

4. McNair, B. (2000). Journalism and Democracy: An Evaluation of the Public Sphere. USA: Routledge.

I realize it is like soo much easier to write when I'm on Blogger than on Microsoft Word! Maybe because it's tricking my mind into writing something at a site where I'm used to and comfortable with. Or maybe just because I've taken the feature-ish route when it came to writing this article. I just wanted that feature/human interest feel for reading this article. I shall attempt to write the academic paper on Blogger and see if the words flow as easily.

I paused just outside the doors. The Supreme Court loomed in front of me, large and intimidating. I had previously only passed by outside, but never lingered to go in. Dare I go in now? Of course. Well, I had to, or else I would not be able to complete this project.

The first thing I encountered was going through a security check right at the entrance. The policemen looked anything but friendly, but I passed by without incident. The receptionist was an entirely different story, all smiles and ready to help. I instantly decided I liked her. She offered brochures and explanations of the goings-on in the court. A usual court session would start in the morning, at around 9 or 10am, and end at around 5pm. She also explained everything thoroughly, from which level the viewing gallery was to which chamber each session was held at that day.

I set off for the lifts, wondering why none of the escalators did not seem to be working. I took the lift up to the 5th level so I could sit in at one of the sessions held at that floor. The decoration mirrored the interiors of a showflat: minimalist, playing on the colours of white, black and neutrals for that pristine look. I admired their taste and felt slightly intimidated at the same time. Perhaps that was their intentions all along.

Each chamber, even the smaller-sized ones, was large. They were all decorated in similar fashion, with white walls for a sleek and professional look. At the back of each chamber was a small viewing area available for the public, separated by a glass panel. And then there was the judge. The judges had the ‘highest’ seat compared to everyone else, towering over everybody else in the courtroom. Just before the judge were two people also facing everyone else: one was a court clerk taking notes of the session and the other to assist the counsel. He was the one to call when the judge entered or left the room, and he was the one who would pass any notes from the Prosecutor to the judge.

The judge was ruthless, I personally thought. Every account was taken into detail, every point made note of, no question gone unanswered. When the prosecution failed to mention a point, the judge would immediately stop her and proceed to grill her on the details.

The judges of the next few chambers I sat in were no different. Perhaps what we classified as ruthless, they simply considered it as thorough, precise, and uncompromising. What I noticed from sitting in various sessions was that a translator would be present if need be. Clarity was after all exceedingly important when it comes to trials. Some judges would treat the witnesses differently though. Some would be ruthless towards the Prosecutor, others warmer towards the witnesses. Every judge had their own style, but each one was similar in terms of the way they conducted themselves. But the one common running theme was: full respect for the judge and the court. Anyone who came in or left the courtroom had to bow towards the judge first. The judge was also to be constantly addressed as "Your Honour". And absolute silence was required from everyone who was not to be involved. Signs discouraging bringing or eating food, taking videos or photographs, smoking, recording and talking were placed prominently. Silencing of phones was also a must before even stepping into the Supreme Court.

Making each chamber soundproof was no accident. Neither was the installation of heavy doors and thick carpets. All these would help minimize any interruptions and noise that might be made outside or if and when people entered and left the chambers.

I watched as someone else stepped up to an escalator, which moved immediately. So that's how it works! And all along I had the impression that there simply was not enough electricity to light the courtrooms and power the escalators at the same time. Instead, they were saving on unnecessary power by adding a sensor so that the escalators would not work unless someone stepped on them. Ingenious, but first-timers like me would have to observe others first before understanding the mysterious concept of the escalators.

A trip to the Supreme Court could not be complete without taking a look at the viewing gallery. The viewing gallery truly had a spectacular view. I had always seen the famous UFO-shaped building from the outside but this was the first time I was looking from the inside. It overlooked the Singapore River and seemed to tower over all the nearby buildings. Perhaps they made it look like a UFO because the view looked so surreal? No, I was just kidding myself.

Finally it was time to go. I had seen all that I could see, and had enough material to write, and enough awe of the Supreme Court now that I had seen the grand halls inside. “See you again!” a security guard calls out cheerily as I left. The Supreme Court, with all its large halls and grandeur, suddenly looked a little less intimidating, thanks to the warmth of the people.

Had dinner with a couple of army boys some time ago. No pictures of that because Kelvin still hasn't transferred them to me. I must remind him. But first, I must remind myself to remind him.

Anyway, most of the talk went into everything about army and Tekong. Like the ghosts that supposedly come alive at night. And how the showers don't have doors so you don't have that privacy. And how the middle shower is also located the entrance/exit of the toilet so the middle guy's' butt is the first thing you see when you walk in.

Oh, and there was free Wi-Fi in the cafe. The moment we saw that all of us whipped out our phones.



Yay for Mustafa Centre! Sells pretty much everything you could want (and not want). I tagged along with a going-into-army boy, to check out what's new since I haven't been there for so long.

Unfortunately, just after returning from there, a friend told me that night that that's the best place for me to get bathrobes, at least the cheapest with good quality, that she knows.
Darn it.

Axe oil, bulk size! How many times can you possibly get a headache/stomachache/other general pains before it expires? The box is damn big, and there's a dozen boxes inside that giant box. Mine always expires too soon and I have to throw them out cause it doesn't work anymore.

And we passed the meat section. The smell made me suddenly think about Hari Raya Haji. How come?

*WARNING*
Picture's gross.







So gross! I can't believe they sell sheep legs. So expensive somemore. How much meat can you get out of the legs anyway? Doesn't the shoulder/thigh/stomach/anywhere else contain much more meat? Really reminds me of Hari Raya Kambing, where they slaughter the sheep at the mosque and discard the non-edible parts.


Oh, and we still have time to find PHAIL pictures.
"This is not a functioning VEDIO camera". Kthx.


I think this is quite useless though. Just something to put somewhere and scare people. But it's just heat-sensored (lights up and zones in to wherever and whenever there's any body heat nearby). But it doesn't actually DO anything. What's the point of buying fake security cameras?


Ask me, ask me, what's my favourite purchase?


Weee. I like! Gigantic pink drawers. I love having large storage spaces.

Compare the size of the drawers to my size. I think two of those can easily equal me. And I had to lug that back home during rush hour, taking MRT and a bus. I apologize to those passengers I may have accidentally hit on the way.

I shall take a 'Before' and 'After' shot! This is the 'Before'. The 'After' shot will have to wait I guess. I wonder how it's gonna look like. HAHA.

þêªCë GimSiong says:

i know you cant bear to

þêªCë GimSiong says:

it takes time.

Far-rari says:

i dunno man

Far-rari says:

i'm so confused

Far-rari says:

n i feel so alone

þêªCë GimSiong says:

you are not alone, without him, you still have ur other frens.

þêªCë GimSiong says:

what abt me? you still have me, fari.

And yet, NS keeps claiming the lives of those whom I still have.


I don't know what to do anymore. Seems like you're beginning to not even care about me. I don't want to keep bothering you if I am, but I don't know what's going on in your life anymore, the same way you don't know what's going on in mine. I don't understand and I don't know how to act. I'm so tired of trying to do things, and trying to pretend, but eventually I end up thinking of you all the time. Have you stopped contacting me because you don't have the time, or simply because you don't care?
And I don' have anybody to talk to because they keep giving me shit advice, or they're completely hypocritical.
I have already stopped talking to people. It's back to being a loner. At least I don't have to lie to myself and pretend I'm fine.

I met my Erika Princess the other day.
I didn't see her at first. I just happened to notice some kid walking along wearing a Burberry dress. And I thought, sia la, which parent will dress his/her kid in Burberry man, on an ordinary day especially. Then I recognized the girl.
I think she might've recognized who I was too. I was staring at her the whole way, as we passed each other, and she kept looking back at me too. But if she did recognize me, she didn't show it. The two (her mum I guess) walked off.

Nice blast from the past. I knew her family was damn rich. I think she's super lucky. But she's really one of the best kids I met so far. Even though she's only 4, she had no problem sitting down alone for a long time, if you tell her to. Most of the others would have been fidgetting within 10 minutes, but she wouldn't complain. And the fact that she never cries really impressed me. I hate to recall the times when I had to lead some girls away from their peers at different times just because of some stupid/unkind simple act. There was once I nearly thought Erika cried, cause she put her head down on her knees. Turns out she wasn't, she still can look up at me, no wetness in her eyes, no redness in her nose. Whew. The only thing is if and when she wants attention, she'll keep at it till she gets it. Not that you can blame her, I bet everyone she meets dotes on her. I will bet on that.


It hasn't been the best of months though.

I've been feeling the strain that's hit us on Ramadhan, and possibly before Ramadhan. It's been different among us, quieter, a little less content. This is meant to be a month of self-realization, a month where you wake up and realize there isn't just a You in this world, but many others, and we're meant to help others. Hasn't been very easy though. Usually there comes a certain amount of contentment when this month rolls around, a feeling that you're more awake to the world, a little more devout to yourself and The One Up There that you believe in.

That same feeling hasn't dropped by this time round. Instead, sleep has become somewhat of a mystery. It's so difficult to maintain any amount of alertness, any amount of anything.

I've done the "sleep at 8, wake up at 4" thing but it hasn't worked out. It's been a struggle to even stay on earth sometimes, you just keep drifting away. If you could look through our lens, you might find the duller, less colourful world we're seeing. There's no splash of colour, no splash of hope.

I don't really think it's just me. I think the rest of the family's sorta struggling too. Not in a very obvious way, but it seems something's hit us, maybe physically, maybe mentally. We've been reduced to sleeping at very odd hours and intervals, shifting our lives to accommodate our morning ritual.

I don't understand why Ramadhan's affected us so differently this time round. Normally by now, everyone would have been 'acclimatized' to the morning wake up calls, to the extra prayers we have to do, to everything pertaining to this, and life goes on as per normal.

This time round, I'm typing this out while hearing mum sick in the next room. I know what's happening, the signs are all there. But I hate how shallow I am to not notice it or realize it. I hope they're all okay. I hope we'll all be okay. I hope we can get through this. Not just Ramadhan, but what we've been struggling through for a while. It isn't because of Ramadhan. Ramadhan just happened to be around, but this has been going on for much longer. Maybe I just didn't realize it at that point in time.

I thought of going out to work for a bit instead of doing degree straightaway. Maybe that wouldn't have been a bad idea. I'm starting to regret a little. But what's done is done, and I can't reverse it, I can't do anything about it but continue along the road.

Maybe I made a mistake. But we all make mistakes. It's how we handle ourselves after the crisis and revert back to normal. But can life get back to normal for us again? An issue I never thought would ever be a problem for us eventually hit us last year, and we still haven't recovered from it yet. I hope we'll recover soon. But soon seems like a pretty long way from now. We need to get out of this funk together.

"Can I have directions to your heart?"

"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together."

"You're so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line" (HAHAHA I THINK THIS IS FUNNY)

"Hello. Cupid called. He says to tell you that he needs my heart back. "

"There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn't have your number in it." (Reminds me of Kenny and his 'solve your phone problem by putting it in my pocket'. Which reminds me of Bevan and his 'everything is in my pocket' HAHA)

"It's my birthday! How about a birthday kiss? (Is it really your birthday?) No, but how about a kiss anyway? "

"When I marry I wonder if God will be mad that I stole one of his angels. " (HAHAHAHAH)

"The only maths you need to know is You plus Me equals Forever baby!" (came from an episode of The Simpsons)

"Your lips look so lonely.... Would they like to meet mine?"

"Would you touch me so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel?"

"Do you have a BandAid? I just scrapped my knee falling for you. "

"Can you pull this heart-shaped arrow out of my butt? A damn little kid with wings shot me."

"See these keys? I wish I had the one to your heart."

(hold out hand) "Would you hold this for me while I go for a walk?"

"Can I take your picture? (Why?) Because I want Santa to know exactly what I want for Christmas. "

Go up to the person and ask for their hand. Draw a line across it and explain that its a really big river, and the bunny on this side (doesn't matter) really needs to get to the other side. Ask how he does it. Give cute little answers as to why the bunny can't cross the river (i.e., ...bunny jump in river, bunny goes *glubglubglub*.) When the person finally asks how the bunny is supposed to get across, give them the cute puppy eyes and say "I don't know, I just wanted to hold your hand."

Oh, my favourite one:
"I've lost my teddy bear...will you sleep with me tonight?"


HAHAHA. Ever had someone try to pick you up like that?



We are about 1cm taller in the morning than evening. (I shall measure myself in the mornings from now on)

The strongest muscle in the human body is the tongue (hmm...)

If you ate too many carrots you'll turn orange (what if I eat too many apples?)

The colder the room you sleep in, the better the chances are you'll have a bad dream (really meh? Hotel rooms are damn cold but I never get nightmares overseas)

After eating too much, your hearing is less sharp.

The typical person goes to the bathroom 6 times a day (you will count meh??)

The foot is the most common body part for insects to bite (TELL THAT TO MY ARM, KTHX)

The most common time for a wake up call is at 7am (tell that to the NS boys: oh-five-hundred hours!)

During our final semester in poly, one module required us to hunt for newsworthy news, film some footage regarding or relevant to that piece of news and report it. The idea was to incorporate your SOTs (Sound on tape a.k.a. interviews), PTCs (Piece to Camera), edit it and present it: Channel News Asia-style. After looking up and down, I found this website.

http://www.womenoneverest.com/

6 Singaporean women, trying to be the first all-female team to reach the summit of Mount Everest is a feat that no one else has achieved before. The concept certainly sounded interesting, and the idea that I would be covering the story before they went up sounded appealing. Because that would be the time when they were not really in the public eye yet, when they were a little less heard of, and after they reached the top, everyone else would have known all about them

Initially, I already had the mandatory 6 stories planned out and filmed already, and I thought I wouldn't need this as an extra story. But things happened, as they always do, and problems cropped up, and my mind shifted as I thought about doing this story as a fantastic finale.

Of course I had my reservations initially. A team like that with a plan on that scale would probably be more focussed right now on training and public appearances captured on footage that would be shown on national television, compared to a simple mini-documentary type of school project that was to be shown... virtually nowhere. That final part was to be made very clear in case they were caught unawares that this would not really be shown publicly.

Eventually I contacted them, and they responded to my cries of help. We filmed some footage and interviews of them back in January, where we followed the team on one of their training sessions held at Bukit Timah (yes, cameras and tripods up Bukit Timah hill...). You know, I initally thought trainings might be conducted somewhere else. Like on a rock-climbing wall, or an adventure camp-style terrain. Boy, was I wrong!

I think we walked away from it quite impressed with them and their determination, and surprised to think they could and would train with 15 - 20+ kg of weight on their backs, and climbing 40 flights of stairs. And were willing to do so. They'd train on the highest summit that Singapore has to offer, which is Bukit Timah (of course, that is considered a laugh compared to a real mountain), and they often summit Bukit Timah about 6 times each session. They truly are an inspiring team, and I'm glad they have finally accomplished what they set out to do, after battling for their collective dream for 5 years.

On 20 May 2009, the first team of three reached the top. Lee Li Hui (the one whom we made her take out the magazines and textbooks from her bag), Esther Tan (whom I've never met but we emailed) and Jane Lee ('Kingpin' the leader, provided us with minutes and minutes of SOT) reached the top respectively. The second team of two reached the top that Friday, Joanne Soo and Lee Peh Gee. The other member Sim Yihui experienced chest pains and had to rest at the base camp.


On a sidenote, notice I mentioned that Mount Everest is the highest peak from sea level? That's cause it is. But when we look at 'highest' in a different way, sure, Everest is about 30,000 feet high, 29,000 feet to be more precise. It's the highest thing on earth from sea level. But what about when you're talking about the mountain closest to the stars, the moon, the galaxies, the mountain closest to "what's out there"?

Earth has been commonly been drawn and described as round, a sphere. But the thing is: while the earth may look round, it's not a completely perfect sphere. A visual image is that the earth is like a ball that JuggerB sat on slightly: like a circular oblong? So those standing at the equator at sea level are slightly closer to the stars than anyone standing at the North or South Pole (at sea level). Not too much to be completely noticeable, but enough to make a difference. When we talk about highest from sea level, yes, Everest wins it hands down. But when we talk about scaling a mountain that's the furtherest from the earth's middle, stand on the point that's closest to the stars, you've gotta go up Mount Chimborazo in Ecuador. That's in the Andes, and it's 20,000 feet above sea level. But factoring in the fact that it's on the bulge of the earth, it beats Mount Everest by about 1.5 miles. Standing on top of Mt Chimborazo means standing just 1.5miles further into outer space compared to standing on top of Mt Everest.
Girls, maybe that's your next destination?

I wonder what's the valley that's nearest to the earth's core then.

Read more @: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9428163


Also.

PS. I've been trying to upload my video since January and STILL can't. I really don't know what's the problem. There's always some error popping up in the middle of uploading. Neither Facebook nor Youtube has allowed me to upload. C'mon, it's less than 2 minutes!

I went around taking pictures of things, just because I can.

I finally bought a magazine again. Long time never buy, cause usually I'll read them once then toss aside. Waste money only. I have a whole stack of old magazines and I'm wondering what to do with them right now. Seems like a waste to throw them away.

I bought masks from Sasa. Cute packaging. The SA was very nice.

And funnier descriptions.
"IT IS AMUSING THAT WHEN YOUR FACE INSTANTLY APPEAR MORE BRIGHTER AND SMOOTHER".
Amusing? I've never heard anyone describe a mask that way before.


I have finally decided to move my cosmetics to somewhere with more space. I used to store them in the wardrobe and sit on the floor while doing makeup. Now, I have a much better place for them.
Next to the window! Somemore got more light, at least I don't have to move all over the place to check whether the foundation is right. My phone has been unceremoniously pushed to a corner. Oh well, not like I use it often anyway.
Close up of all the stuff I have.

WHICH COLOUR YOU WANT. I always do smoky eyes with this.

I love this cupboard. So bimbotic. Bought from IWannaGoHome (yeah, apparently that's really the name of the store) when it was half-price. There was a pink version with hats and a black one. I sat between this blue one and the pink one for ages trying to decide which one to get. (I have a matching blue notebook too, that one I just didn't think. I bought both blue and pink notebooks. HAHAHHA)

Stuff piled on top. Fake nails that I've never used (because they're too long, typing in them is a pain), lip butter from Guardian (I think the container is damn funky) and powder puff (I like this! Bought a few days ago from Daiso).

Top storey: eyeshadows. Right side is for eyebrow pencils, eyeliners and shadows for smoky eyes. Left side is for other colours (blue, pink, green, etc).

3rd storey: Lipglosses. Wah lau I still can't believe I got so many lipglosses. Arranged according to: Nude, sheer, light pink, darker pink, red, purple. I like the Lip Smackers, each one has an ice cream smell. The Victoria's Secret one (second from right) has a very nice 'food' smell too. The Body Shop one (thin orange one on top) changes colour whenever you pump the tube.

2nd storey: Mascaras and eyelash tonic. The Canmake was a bit of a letdown. I really thought it would look like fake eyelashes.

Lipsticks. The "Sexy" one is from Victoria's Secret. But the colour of the lipstick is very dark.

Liquid foundation. I had a hard time fitting all this in, because they're too fat. Each foundation has a story behind them. Lih Yee gave me the "Bad Gal" primer on the left.

Fake eyelashes and eyelash glue.

Powder foundations.

Miscellaneous stuff. Mascara, foundation, gloss that doesn't fit in the blue cupboard.

More miscellaneous stuff. Blush too. I think I need to get another large container to store all these things.

Pink brushes hiding in the corner.

And that's my tour of the cosmetics section!


Just like magazines, I haven't bought books recently. Most of the time I'll borrow something from the library cause I like to read them once. At most twice. No, normally once is enough. Twice is a bore. But I had to buy this cause I thought it was really interesting. I think I'll be able to read this again and again.

The title damn funny sia. Dress can change the world meh? It's more like the fashion/dresses that society embraced. Anyway, it's a whole list of dresses that were popular: now, before, the 50s, the 60s, the ones that went out of fashion and the ones that went out of fashion and came back again.
The book happens to be part of a series. Shoes that changed the world, Cars, and chairs. Chairs?? Like, seriously?

LBD. I think I should watch Breakfast at Tiffany's. I never understood the hype of Audrey Hepburn.

Chanel suit. Although not technically a dress, it took the world by storm. I watched Coco before Chanel recently. It's okay but not a great film. Mostly visual, and not enough fashion for a person who actually lived her life in fashion. At the end of the movie, you still don't know who she is.

I like this dress, it's nice. It was called the "revenge dress" worn by Princess Diana. Worn by her during her public appearance since Prince Charles admitted to having an affair. I like that, she refuses to break down but just turns around and bedazzles the crowd. Revenge is sweeeet.

Donna Karan's wrap dress that has survived. It's survived because it's easy to wear and take off, and it's formal enough for a corporate look, yet casual enough for a day out.

Sorry, no more pictures. I'm out. Happy enough?