Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A New Scadal coming up? Or just another Sabotage?

So apparently I received a call from a friend just now saying that there are rumors about me circulating around K.K that during the night I won Mr Kaamatan I was out in Qbar with my Mr Kaamatan sash chasing around boys are kissing them. And apparently there's also a picture to prove it. I then heard that the story started from the Tuaran Committee stating that they saw me in Q Bar.

Let me clear say this clearly, I did wear my Mr Kaamatan sash to the club, but I was wearing a shirt then, i stayed for less then five minutes, sitting by the bar quietly, and then left shortly after to go home and change my outfit. I then came back half an hour later with a green t-shirt that says, "Sorry girls, I'm Gay." but this time, I wasn't using my sash at all, I left it in the car.

I then made my way to join Boy Razak and the other top 10 finalists. We all drank a little, and I sat by the bar, drinking bit by bit and occasionally dancing. I got a little tipsy and was only dancing amongst the other finalists, not chasing other guys, not making out with them, and without wearing my sash.
Rumors do travel fast in K.K, especially when people try to sabotage one another. I hope i can see that there is actually a picture because I remember everything that happened that night and nothing the story states was true. :)

xoxo

Jeffrey James

In defence of Bleached Blondes

Ever since I bleached my hair more or less platinum blonde, I've been getting all sorts of CRAP comments.

It's weird because for the longest time I've had my hair sorta really light brown but just not quite blonde yet, and nobody gave two hoots.


Oh, here's an obviously Chinese girl!

But once it crossed the threshold from caramel to 'blonde' blonde, people start all sorts of accusations.

I am trying to be an angmoh! I am abandoning my Chinese roots! Xiaxue you are an insecure, self-hating disgusting heritage ditcher!

This is pissing me off SO FUCKING BAD.


FUCK YOU ALL.


Firstly, GET OVER YOURSELF. It's just a muthafucking hair colour.

Do Chinese people typically have brown/red hair? NO THEY DON'T!

We have BLACK HAIR.

And then like a half of the Asian female population in Singapore have dyed BROWN hair - nobody says anything!

Having BROWN hair is as un-Asian as having Blonde hair isn't it?


Or so are you trying to say that there is a DEGREE to which you can abandon your "roots"?

DYEING BROWN NOT HIDING BLACK MEH?

And oh, I've had my hair black, varieties of brown, ash, green, red (long ago), pink, and BLONDE.

When I was all the other colours, you mean I wasn't trying to act angmoh and suddenly now I have a change in personality and decided to?

I'd tell you why so few people have bleached blonde hair.

- It destroys your hair.
- It doesn't look good on everyone. Not saying it does on me, but I like it.
- It is incredibly expensive to maintain. Mine is sponsored.
- It is a wild colour and schools and most office jobs won't allow it.


And that's why it is so special - and I love attention so I want to be special!

It's just a bloody hair colour and just because I like that colour doesn't mean I necessarily hate being Chinese!

In fact, as my URL so proudly proclaims, I love being Chinese, and I love being Singaporean. My parents are fully Chinese and I've never claimed otherwise.

As for the coloured lens, plenty of other chicks wear them too, purely because everyone else has black irises and it's BORING. Nose job? Anyone who saw my old nose won't deny that I needed one. Angmoh boyfriend? Had him for 3 years before I had blonde hair.

I hate the accusations that come with my decision to be a bleached blonde. So for the last time, I AM NOT TRYING TO BE ANYTHING. (Maybe except special.) I just LIKE THE COLOUR!

Just like I like pink. It doesn't have a deeper meaning than that.

Why the fuck should I be pressured to stay with my black hair when I know I look boring (and imho, ugly and greasy) in black hair?

Just to look Chinese? Well fuck you again. I'm trying to look like a Chinese Albino. You happy now? Not abandoning roots now am I?

Anyway, part of the reason for this tirade is due to a fucker called BRADLEY FARLESS.

One day, I was having dinner with Mike at a food court in Pasir Ris when Bradley was also eating there.

He then blogged this:



Firstly, he doesn't know who I am. I was basically an innocent stranger to him, albeit a stranger who intruded on his opinion about Asians keeping their hair colour.

Didn't anyone tell him that it's incredibly rude to snap someone's photo and blog shit about them?

He didn't even have the decency to mosaic my face.

And secondly, after posting up my photo, he started to ACCUSE ME.

He presumed that I was trying to look white. Excuse me but where is your proof of that? Do you know me that well?

Secondly he presumed that Mike loved me because I looked white. He doesn't know BALLS about our relationship. Look at him go!

His whole entry reeked of the presumption that white men come to Singapore for Asian girls or that White men like Asian girls. I'm sorry Bradley, not every white dude is as racist as you.

AND WHAT IS THIS PHILOSOPHICAL RUBBISH ABOUT ASIAN GIRLS LOOKING GOOD BECAUSE THEY ARE AND LOOK ASIAN??

What the fuck is that? Does that even make any sense? It's like saying Fat chicks look good because they are fat and look fat. WTF??

Fuck you.

Never mind this first entry of his. Afterward, someone told me who I was, and this made him spew a SECOND blog entry.

Mind you, I did nothing to him personally.





Started off by saying I look like shit. You know, LOADS OF PEOPLE LOOK LIKE SHIT. Stephen Hawking, for one, is not a looker either, although he is smart as hell. Why aren't you criticizing his looks?

Oh, I get it. It's because you don't like me.

That's right.

Well.

You ain't much of a looker YOURSELF:


At least I'm not bald at the age of 28.


Imagine someone looking like THAT calling you ugly. Angry not??

And where's his penis? Must be tiny.

Continuation of his blog entry:



This loser with probably less than 100 readers on his SHITASS BLOG per day is trying to teach me how to blog!!

Hilarious and buay paiseh much??

My English is crap. And I don't do balance or moderation, but guess what? I am still the top blogger in Singapore so you can suck on my balls!


"Photos should be used to augment content" - Advice from a loser. Funny! I should listen to him. He sounds like he has been blogging for ages with much success.

Oh and for some reason, he seems to have taken issue with my Chipster Advertorial, naively thinking I've got nothing better to do than to blog about potato chips.

My dear, I was paid THOUSANDS for that entry by a reputable MNC. If you think I've nothing better to do than to go blog something, think again. Retard.





You know, I find the second last sentence particularly enlightening.

Listen, Bradley found that I made him feel
better about himself as a person.



Normally I am not so cruel as to highlight a loser's inadequacies so harshly, but hey, you asked for it.

I did more research into this fucker's life and I found out a lot more about him.

He was originally from Alaska and was in the army till he finally quit it.

He is presumably mixed. Dad's white mom's dunno what:


His parents

His wife is Filipino and never graduated from college, and neither did he.

For some reason, both of them are not from Singapore yet decided to reside here.




In April, he posted this blog entry up.


This loser, there is no other word for it, has been jobless for almost a year
.


He has been living in Singapore with his wife.

AND PRESUMABLY HAS HIS WIFE PROVIDING FOR HIM.

Unless he has some trust fund which I doubt so, but either way, what sort of man at 28 does not work?

He lives in a sad dingy rented room in Pasir Ris at $600 with a Singaporean host family.


And there he goes, typing shit about girls online just like you'd expect any other sad loser would. It's so stereotypical it's almost laughable. Hey dude, why not look for a job instead of writing advice to bloggers?


I was looking at his tweets. He typically sleeps around 5am and wakes up after noon. Does that sound like a guy who is TRYING HARD to look for a job?

IMHO, only lazy, useless, unambitious bums who leech off their kins can be jobless for so long. Can't find a job? Try MacDonalds! Or are you too good for that?

Well, maybe you are vastly over-estimating your self-worth. :)

At the age of 19 Bill Gates set up his own software company. Hell, even I at 19 was starting to get press and making my mark in the world.

At the age of 28 most men are already building their careers, building their families.

At 28 all he has is a bald pate, and ugly cat lady as a wife (more about that later), and NOTHING TO HIS NAME.

His only claim to fame is that a semi-famous blogger once blogged about him.

I don't want to go on about how ACCOMPLISHED I am in contrast to that useless lump because it's arrogance.

But does he have the rights to comment anything about me? No.

Calling me shallow and stupid? If you so deep and clever, where are you in life? PRECISELY.

Really embarrassing to have a chick you are insulting earn way more than you do. Me and Paris Hilton both.



Anyway, never mind these two blog entries he made about me.


After these are written, I was still clueless because obviously I don't read his blog.

Then, the fucker had the nerve to @TheXiaxue me on a tweet, saying that my twitter updates are BORING.

(For those of you who don't know, if you put an @ before a person's nickname, the person can see your tweet as a 'reply')



This led me to his blog. I then read the first two entries as posted.

I retaliated by tweeting that his wife is uglier than I am.

Of course, this fucker wanting hits for his site, wrote A THIRD blog entry about me, and here it is:









Typical.

When I said his wife is uglier than me, he pulled out my old Maxim photoshoot. Congrats, you found my ugliest photo in existance. So?



FIRST
off, I have no qualms about what he called "dragging his wife into the picture".

As you all can see, the wife also left a barrage of comments about me prior to my tweet about her. She said I'm stupid and made remarks about my site. So is she innocent? She is not.

Secondly, if you want to say I am ugly out of NOWHERE, then I can also say your wife/mom is ugly if I want to.

Your remark about me being ugly is UNPROVOKED, so why can't I make UNPROVOKED remarks about your family?

Sounds FAIR, doesn't it?

ONE FOR ONE.


AND THIRDLY, here are his wife's tweets about me.







Oh, so this bitch wants to get into this too!!


Since she and her husband are so adamant that she is better-looking than me, here are a few of her choice photos for you to see:



























What crap about it being the end of the day and his wife was tired... I'm sorry but it seems as if she looks typically even greasier and uglier!

Oh and that photo taken without my permission was also at the end of the day with me in ratty clothes and no make-up on. I DON'T SEE ME LETTING MYSELF GO LIKE THAT!

You think I chose her ugliest photos and tried to embarrass her? Don't take my word for it, feel free to check out her MYSPACE profile's photo albums before she shuts it down.

I didn't want to blog anything about this fucker despite him writing 3 blog entries about me. Since he is such a sad little loser I thought I'd let him off.

But then, up till yesterday, the fucker was still steadily tweeting a stream of nasty shit about me.





I presume he either really hates me or just badly wants me to blog about him. If it's the latter here's your wish granted!!

And here's the "WHORE" photo in question:



Do I look like a whore?


Pic credit Jessica

I was wearing a cute lilac M)phosis romper for Christ's sake. Whores do not wear rompers coz they are so difficult to fuck in, ya know?




Fucking losers. Hey Margee, do your colleagues at NTUC Income (if there is where you work according to the lanyard) know you have a loser of a husband?


Fucktards. Get the fuck out of Singapore.


UPDATE:

The cat lady twittered 2 new tweets about me:

xiaxue top blogger? keep telling yourself that fake blond.


Funny leh! This sorta thing need to argue one meh?

Tempting to post the $10,000 cheque photo again. Tempting. Won't. Am a girl with self-restrain. Shall be more humble.

And the second tweet whining and whimpering about how she is 8 months short of finishing med school or something.

HAHAHAHAHA!

Never finish also can talk about it one ah? Like that I am 8 years short of finishing a PHD! How? Clever not???

I thought only the husband is a loser but she's slowly going on par!

Which is more loserish, never starting something, or starting something halfway and giving up/failing??


Always finish what you start honey!

*plants big L on forehead*

Almost a doctor, huh? If so, why are you still living in a dingy little flat doing customer service? Go and be a goddamn doctor if you can make it! Betcha can't! And till then, stop claiming to be a doctor and stfu!

And I'm not 'crying', silly. Why should I? I'm rich. MUAHAHAHA! Not rich rich, but richer than YOU, a half-fucked doctor!!

Oh and OF COURSE... I was right about the dude having a small penis and no balls. He deleted all blog entries related to me.

He was the one daring me to blog about him and now this!

If it's possible, I lost even more respect for him! Stand by your fucking opinions, fuckface! You can't afford to add SPINELESS to your long list of bad traits!!

Second UPDATE:

He deleted whole blog. Nice!

I'm totally happy today.


p/s: I am not afraid of giving hits to him because shitty bloggers will never be able to maintain it. :)

Heart - A Marxist Victim Feminist with a mission

One of many blogs operated by Marxist styled victim feminists critiquing Ms. Hoff Summers article and my comments left behind. http://www.womensspace.org/phpBB2/2009/06/30/persistent-myths-of-christina-hoff-sommers/

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This is the Womens Space blog. I’m Heart, and I created the Women’s Space sites, Women’s Space, this blog. The Carnival of Radical Feminists blog and Quiverfull. In my old world I published Gentle Spirit Magazine. Women’s Space is anti-subordination, anti-violence and committed to justice for women and for all people.

Heart



So you are one of the feminist supremacists who believe the end justifies the means. Truth is a byproduct of serendipity in your world. Thanks for your info. You will be entered into the annals of Victim Feminist Central as a propagandist in the same vain as all those other ideologies who have claimed moral or religious supremacy but, of course, never survive given time. Its a pity that otherwise intelligent people get caught up in ideological wastelands not unlike some religions who portend they are the superior means of getting to heaven. Your Marxist sensibilities create personal prisons that you then lock your self into. In any event no one can change an ideologues viewpoint - not even the truth. Its too bad you had such a bad experience, perhaps with daddy was it, that you believe all this drivel you write and then get reinforcement from other sisters with daddy issues. One of your sisters, Amananta, (nice choice of name) believes the wage gap isn't 76 cents but rather and I quote:

"The 76-78 cents (depends on the study) on the dollar is what women who work full time make in comparison to what men who work full time make.
When you factor in mothers and women who take care of elderly family members, in other words, comparing all working women to all working men, women make THIRTY EIGHT CENTS to every dollar a man makes.
THIRTY EIGHT CENTS."

Gee why not just compare all non-working women to all working men and then you can say women don't get paid at all.

What I find interesting about most of these victim feminist bloggers is they don't have the gonads to self identify by their name. It kinda helps credibility if they did that.

Persistent Myths in Feminist Scholarship





Articles & Commentary

Persistent Myths in Feminist Scholarship
By Christina Hoff Sommers
Chronicle of Higher Education
Monday, June 29, 2009


"Harder to kill than a vampire." That is what the sociologist Joel Best calls a bad statistic. But, as I have discovered over the years, among false statistics the hardest of all to slay are those promoted by feminist professors. Consider what happened recently when I sent an e-mail message to the Berkeley law professor Nancy K. D. Lemon pointing out that the highly praised textbook that she edited, Domestic Violence Law (second edition, Thomson/West, 2005), contained errors.

Her reply began:

"I appreciate and share your concern for veracity in all of our scholarship. However, I would expect a colleague who is genuinely concerned about such matters to contact me directly and give me a chance to respond before launching a public attack on me and my work, and then contacting me after the fact."

The critical work of 21st-century feminism will be to help women in the developing world, especially in Muslim societies, in their struggle for basic rights.

I confess: I had indeed publicly criticized Lemon's book, in campus lectures and in a post on FeministLawProfessors.com. I had always thought that that was the usual practice of intellectual argument. Disagreement is aired, error corrected, truth affirmed. Indeed, I was moved to write to her because of the deep consternation of law students who had attended my lectures: If authoritative textbooks contain errors, how are students to know whether they are being educated or indoctrinated? Lemon's book has been in law-school classrooms for years.

One reason that feminist scholarship contains hard-to-kill falsehoods is that reasonable, evidence-backed criticism is regarded as a personal attack.

Lemon's Domestic Violence Law is organized as a conventional law-school casebook--a collection of judicial opinions, statutes, and articles selected, edited, and commented upon by the author. The first selection, written by Cheryl Ward Smith (no institutional affiliation is given), offers students a historical perspective on domestic-violence law. According to Ward:

"The history of women's abuse began over 2,700 years ago in the year 753 BC. It was during the reign of Romulus of Rome that wife abuse was accepted and condoned under the Laws of Chastisement. . . . The laws permitted a man to beat his wife with a rod or switch so long as its circumference was no greater than the girth of the base of the man's right thumb. The law became commonly know as 'The Rule of Thumb.' These laws established a tradition which was perpetuated in English Common Law in most of Europe."

Where to begin? How about with the fact that Romulus of Rome never existed. He is a figure in Roman mythology--the son of Mars, nursed by a wolf. Problem 2: The phrase "rule of thumb" did not originate with any law about wife beating, nor has anyone ever been able to locate any such law. It is now widely regarded as a myth, even among feminist professors.

A few pages later, in a selection by Joan Zorza, a domestic-violence expert, students read, "The March of Dimes found that women battered during pregnancy have more than twice the rate of miscarriages and give birth to more babies with more defects than women who may suffer from any immunizable illness or disease." Not true. When I recently read Zorza's assertion to Richard P. Leavitt, director of science information at the March of Dimes, he replied, "That is a total error on the part of the author. There was no such study." The myth started in the early 1990s, he explained, and resurfaces every few years.

Zorza also informs readers that "between 20 and 35 percent of women seeking medical care in emergency rooms in America are there because of domestic violence." Studies by the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the Bureau of Justice Statistics, an agency of the U.S. Department of Justice, indicate that the figure is closer to 1 percent.

Few students would guess that the Lemon book is anything less than reliable. The University of California at Berkeley's online faculty profile of Lemon hails it as the "premiere" text of the genre. It is part of a leading casebook series, published by Thomson/West, whose board of academic advisers, prominently listed next to the title page, includes many eminent law professors.

I mentioned these problems in my message to Lemon. She replied:

"I have looked into your assertions and requested documentation from Joan Zorza regarding the March of Dimes study and the statistics on battered women in emergency rooms. She provided both of these promptly."

If that's the case, Zorza and Lemon might share their documentation with Leavitt, of the March of Dimes, who is emphatic that it does not exist. They might also contact the Centers for Disease Control statistician Janey Hsiao, who wrote to me that "among ED [Emergency Department] visits made by females, the percent of having physical abuse by spouse or partner is 0.02 percent in 2003 and 0.01 percent in 2005."

Here is what Lemon says about Cheryl Ward Smith's essay on Romulus and the rule of thumb:

"I made a few minor editorial changes in the Smith piece so that it is more accurate. However, overall it appeared to be correct."

A few minor editorial changes? Students deserve better. So do women victimized by violence.

Feminist misinformation is pervasive. In their eye-opening book, Professing Feminism: Education and Indoctrination in Women's Studies (Lexington Books, 2003), the professors Daphne Patai and Noretta Koertge describe the "sea of propaganda" that overwhelms the contemporary feminist classroom. The formidable Christine Rosen (formerly Stolba), in her 2002 report on the five leading women's-studies textbooks, found them rife with falsehoods, half-truths, and "deliberately misleading sisterly sophistries." Are there serious scholars in women's studies? Yes, of course. Sarah Blaffer Hrdy, an anthropologist at the University of California at Davis; Janet Zollinger Giele, a sociologist at Brandeis; and Anne Mellor, a literary scholar at UCLA, to name just three, are models of academic excellence and integrity. But they are the exception. Lemon's book typifies the departmental mind-set.

Consider The Penguin Atlas of Women in the World (2008), by the feminist scholar Joni Seager, chair of the Hunter College geography department. Now in its fourth edition, Seager's atlas was named "reference book of the year" by the American Library Association when it was published. "Nobody should be without this book," says the feminist icon Gloria Steinem. "A wealth of fascinating information," enthuses The Washington Post. Fascinating, maybe. But the information is misleading and, at least in one instance, flat-out false.

One color-coded map illustrates how women are kept "in their place" by restrictions on their mobility, dress, and behavior. Somehow the United States comes out looking as bad in this respect as Somalia, Uganda, Yemen, Niger, and Libya. All are coded with the same shade of green to indicate places where "patriarchal assumptions" operate in "potent combination with fundamentalist religious interpretations." Seager's logic? She notes that in parts of Uganda, a man can claim an unmarried woman as his wife by raping her. The United States gets the same low rating on Seager's charts because, she notes, "State legislators enacted 301 anti-abortion measures between 1995 and 2001." Never mind that the Ugandan practice is barbaric, that U.S. abortion law is exceptionally liberal among the nations of the world, and that the activism and controversy surrounding the issue of abortion in the United States is a sign of a vigorous free democracy working out its disagreements.

On another map, the United States gets the same rating for domestic violence as Uganda and Haiti. Seager backs up that verdict with that erroneous and ubiquitous emergency-room factoid: "22 percent-35 percent of women who visit a hospital emergency room do so because of domestic violence."

The critical work of 21st-century feminism will be to help women in the developing world, especially in Muslim societies, in their struggle for basic rights. False depictions of the United States as an oppressive "patriarchy" are a ludicrous distraction. If American women are as oppressed as Ugandan women, then American feminists would be right to focus on their domestic travails and let the Ugandan women fend for themselves.

All books have mistakes, so why pick on the feminists? My complaint with feminist research is not so much that the authors make mistakes; it is that the mistakes are impervious to reasoned criticism. They do not get corrected. The authors are passionately committed to the proposition that American women are oppressed and under siege. The scholars seize and hold on for dear life to any piece of data that appears to corroborate their dire worldview. At the same time, any critic who attempts to correct the false assumptions is dismissed as a backlasher and an anti-feminist crank.

Why should it matter if a large number of professors think and say a lot of foolish and intemperate things? Here are three reasons to be concerned:

1) False assertions, hyperbole, and crying wolf undermine the credibility and effectiveness of feminism. The United States, and the world, would greatly benefit from an intellectually responsible, reality-based women's movement.

2) Over the years, the feminist fictions have made their way into public policy. They travel from the women's-studies textbooks to women's advocacy groups and then into news stories. Soon after, they are cited by concerned political leaders. President Obama recently issued an executive order establishing a White House Council on Women and Girls. As he explained, "The purpose of this council is to ensure that American women and girls are treated fairly in all matters of public policy." He and Congress are also poised to use the celebrated Title IX gender-equity law to counter discrimination not only in college athletics but also in college math and science programs, where, it is alleged, women face a "chilly climate." The president and members of Congress can cite decades of women's-studies scholarship that presents women as the have-nots of our society. Never mind that this is largely no longer true. Nearly every fact that could be marshaled to justify the formation of the White House Council on Women and Girls or the new focus of Title IX application was shaped by scholarly merchants of hype like Professors Lemon and Seager.

3) Finally, as a philosophy professor of almost 20 years, and as someone who respects rationality, objective scholarship, and intellectual integrity, I find it altogether unacceptable for distinguished university professors and prestigious publishers to disseminate falsehoods. It is offensive in itself, even without considering the harmful consequences. Obduracy in the face of reasonable criticism may be inevitable in some realms, such as partisan politics, but in academe it is an abuse of the privileges of professorship.

"Thug," "parasite," "dangerous," a "female impersonator"--those are some of the labels applied to me when I exposed specious feminist statistics in my 1994 book Who Stole Feminism? (Come to think of it, none of my critics contacted me directly with their concerns before launching their public attacks.) According to Susan Friedman, of the University of Wisconsin at Madison, "Sommers' diachronic discourse is easily unveiled as synchronic discourse in drag. . . . She practices . . . metonymic historiography." That one hurt! But my views, as well as my metonymic historiography, are always open to correction. So I'll continue to follow the work of the academic feminists--to criticize it when it is wrong, and to learn from it when it is right.

Christina Hoff Sommers is a resident scholar at AEI.







You can find this article online at http://www.aei.org/article/100695

Monday, June 29, 2009

Brush Cleansers--Parian Spirit, Smashbox, MAC

For the last 6 months, I've generally been really lazy about cleaning my brushes. Thankfully, many brands make brush cleansers that are great for light cleanings in between times that you finally get around to deep cleaning your brushes (which unfortunately for me has been a few months now...don't get grossed out though, I have a LOT of brushes so I've been on a rotation...) The three I've tried so far are Smashbox's, MAC's and Japonesque's Parian Spirit cleaners.

I'll start this post off with Japonesque's Parian Spirit Cleanser. This cleanser comes in 3 sizes, a 2 oz. bottle with a sprayer, an 8 oz size, and a huge 16 oz size. I was lucky enough to get a decent sized sample of this stuff from a friend of mine who picked this up from IMATS while she was there. (Thank you!) This cleanser is probably the quickest and easiest to use; you simply pour a little bit out into a small container, dip your brush in, and swirl it in there slightly and pigments literally just fall out of your brush. It's pretty interesting to watch. It has a lemony scent to it (Lemon Pledge anyone?) After that, just squish it a bit with a paper towel and it's good for use again. Out of the 3 cleansers I'll be talking about today, this is also the only brush cleanser I've tried that REALLY pulls all that gross gunk out of your lip brushes...and does so rather quickly at that (I think it took me less than a minute to clean 3 lip brushes) I like this one very much for that. However, overall, this cleanser is my least favorite out of the 3 because it seems to contain oil, which I don't think is something I like. This does make it so that scratchy brushes like the maxine mop are much much softer, but I think I'll skip on this for using regularly on anything except my lip brushes.

Next up is Smashbox. Smashbox is the first brush cleanser I ever bought, back in the day, when Smashbox was pretty much the only cosmetic line I used. (I was a die hard Smashbox fan back in high school and my early college years) Smashbox's Brush Cleaner comes in a 4 oz spay bottle and retails for $15. To use this product, you spray the brush cleanser on a paper towel and then sweep your brush over the moistened towel to remove pigment. It's a nice cleanser for removing pigment from your brushes as well as sanitizing your brushes, but I feel that MAC's brush cleanser does the same exact thing for way less money.

MAC's brush cleanser comes in a 7.9 oz bottle with one of those push top dispensers (like BBW lotion bottles) and retails for $11. One bottle lasts me a very, very long time (i think the last one lasted me about 10 months or so) I use this one in the same way that I use the Smashbox one, I spray/pour a bit of this stuff on a paper towel, run my brush over the dampened area, and then squeeze my brush slightly with a dry paper towel. My brishes are ready for use again within a few minutes. I'm generally quite happy with this cleanser, and out of the three I'm posting about today, this one is my favorite. It makes my life much easier since I can go just a little bit longer without having to deep clean my brushes. I think it's generally better to use on smaller brushes like eye brushes, but it can pull color out of cheek brushes as well, generally, I prefer to subject my face brushes to deep cleaning instead of using brush cleanser.

For deep cleaning my brushes, I like to run the tips of my brushes under warm water, then work in a mixture of antibacterial soap, baby shampoo/conditioner, and warm water, or just a mix of warm water and antibacterial soap. I then rinse out my brushes, squeeae out excess water, with a paper towl, and lay them flat to dry.

a drunken night!




So i'm drunk now and updating my blog with my handphone...

It was allysa's farewell tonight and i joined them all for drinks and dinner... It was a fun night and i don't regret joining them!!! I had the time of my life and allysa, even though i said i will see you again, i will miss you loads!

I love you bitch!

SPOON – GOT NUFFIN (ANTI)

SPOON – GOT NUFFIN (ANTI)

With a staunch groove delivering a straight line pattern “Got Nuffin” opens with pounding drums straight out of “My Sharona” as a guitar part akin to “Motor Away” by Guided By Voices kicks in prior to Britt Daniel delivering a first line that reminds of “Paint It Black”.  Within twenty five seconds Spoon have taken over the world.

This is what Spoon does best, they splash out with a restrained desperation that can often feel like their lives are falling to pieces and this is all they have left.  Everyone is a star in this outfit as the rhythm section powers the piece through lending plenty of breathing space for Daniel to express his feelings (“got nuffin’ to lose”) while having a good guitar workout akin to lightning strikes providing his latest headache.

In many ways Spoon produce perfect pop songs.  The structure is classic but the playing possesses exploration and angst that offers enough to fill the cup of a hipster.  In other words your dad could get into this record as much as the guy with the nose piercing.  In a world of so much overnight sensation this band is consistently skilled.  Held up against their historically great moments this maintains their standard of quality.

Then it possesses the craziest fade out in recent history.  Where did that come from?  Did the guy at the desk get fed up and decide to just turn the dial down?  Such weirdness is always available from Spoon.

On the other side is “Tweakers” followed by “Stroke Their Brains” which displays the band realising their playful side, their primal urge and their id.  This is at the listeners’ expense.  As I said, weirdness is available.

Thesaurus moment: consummate.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Bali!!

Piccies taken from my Bali holiday! The trip is sponsored by Holiday Inn Resort Baruna Bali (not advertorial, just sponsorship), so thanks to M and A for this!! (And you also Ju Ju Seah!!)





Kaya toast and eggs before flying



At the airport. I was the only person in shorts besides Mike.
Seriously? Is it THAT cold??



We arrive at the gorgeous Holiday Inn.



Sea view



Served tea and cold towels



On our way to a nearby mall in Kuta.





I'm a MILLIONAIRE!!! Call me heiress!!





We were shocked when we saw that the sea was just RIGHT BEHIND THE MALL. (Called Discovery Mall or something)



The view from our suite!!!



And our hugeass balcony.

So thoughtful of them to put the clothes drying rack there for our wet bikinis!



Camwhoring













Few shots of the room



And a happy Mike



And me!



My outfit for the opening party of Envy, the beach bar at Holiday Inn.

I showed Mike this photo on my camera and I said "Thanks for taking this pic for me baby!"

He said "Oh, you are welcome".

I actually took the shot via self-timer.
-_- Where got people like that anyhow claim credit one??




Gorgeous sunset... Hotel guests get to see this everyday



Ice sculpture





With flash and without... The beach lit up by many lanterns





Us seated







Mike and I with A and M... Sorry they requested anonymity so no faces!



Fashion show!









Fondue fountains of white and dark chocolate... Mike looks like he has all intentions to stab the fountain to death.







We had a fabulous dinner just lazing and eating off
beach chairs, staring out into the ocean...



Fireworks burning out the word ENVY

Day 2!

We take a longass car ride all the way to Ubud, where the famous Babi Guling store is!

Babi Guling supposedly, if I didn't remember wrongly, means roasted pork.



The place is packed with locals and tourists alike.



Awaiting food





FINALLY IT ARRIVES!!

The set comes with roasted suckling pig, juicy pieces of pork (really madly nice), rice, veggies with coconut, and...


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This disgusting sausage which looks madly disgusting. Nobody with us ate it, though Mike bravely took a nibble... He said taste like pig's blood.

And guess who came to look for us!!



Kenny, Ringo and their friends!



Picture!























Camwhoring outside the restaurant next to a temple.

Next we go to the Hanging Gardens...

It's this famous hotel up a mountain or some sorta hill... The ride up there was FUCKING SCARY!!

Bali's roads are not very developed and the roads are all narrow 2 way lanes... Potholes are aplenty and it even sometimes become one-laned because of vehicles parked on the roads!!

And if you tilt towards the edge, you literally fall off a goddamn cliff confirmed cannot find your body kind!!

Luckily we survived!







A Balinese staff brings us on a lift-ride



That's our 'lift'. It brings us down to the lounge area.



That's the tracks... Freaky right?





That's the lounge. We were told that the view is very nice, but when we rushed to see, we realised it was beyond nice... It was simply breath-taking!

There were 2 infinity pools... The REAL sort.






Literally if you fell off the edge of either pool you'd plunge to your untimely death.

We were so high up that all I could see below were forest, nothing else.



Mike looking awed





Everything was just so serene.



We couldn't resist sitting by the pool and bringing our drinks with us...






Sidenote: Dress only $9 with heart-shaped neckline and heart-shaped buttons! Awesome find!





Happy



Awesome for tanning but too bad I didn't bring my bikini and it wasn't sunshiny that day.



Airforce ad





Me giving an act cute face









Artistic boh!





That's a real cocoa fruit. I've never seen one before!



And that's it we go up the precarious lift again.

After this we go back to the hotel and explore the beach behind it...





Gorgeous!

We frolicked for a bit and went for a massage.







The super nice massage room.



Just what we wanted after a flight!

And, props to Holiday Inn's massage staff man!!

THE MASSAGE WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!!

Like seriously the best I've EVER had!! They focused a lot on head massaging and even facial massaging, which imho is the best sort!!

After this we go to Jimbaran Bay for great seafood:






Located right next to the ocean... You can smell what you are gonna eat while they are alive, literally.





Avocado milkshake. Madly nice.



Corn from a vendor. They roast it and put some sort of burnt brown sugar (or maybe it's honey) with salt and loads of butter on it. It's so good omg.

Food!



Fish



A plate of Kang Kong for everyone, comes automatically with the meal.



Hugeass JUMBO PRAWNS



LOVE!



Check out Mike's corn... Eaten so messily!

It pisses me off!! I eat corn very neatly 3 rows by 3 rows. If 4 rows are left I get annoyed coz I don't know if I should eat 2 and 2, or 3 and 1, or 4 at one go.

OCD much? LOL



It was a lovely dinner! Thanks for the treat M and A. You guys are great!!


Day 3,
Mike and I go on a boat trip to a little island off Bali!













Beautiful clear waters




First we into a submarine where we were invited to see underwater marine life...



This is the best photo I can take outta the windows but I must say I gasped!

The waters were so clear you can see to the bottom of the ocean floor and the fishies swam around the boat so closely we could see their gills!

I didn't know what I was expecting... Cloudy water I guess? Hahaha...



Turtle on the island being forced into cam-whoring with tourists.



Here's one tourist abusing it



Forced to take photos never mind, still expose people's genitals. Poor turtle...

COCK FIGHT!!










Squawk!





Weeeeeeee!





Our lunch... Person behind Mike looks so menacing.



Mike trying a Snake Fruit.

It's horrid. He said taste like "apple" but drier.

We were on a Pantoon and snorkelled too!!

Obviously no photos since my camera can't go underwater. Snorkeling was fun for about 15 minutes.

It was really quite something being able to be so close to the fishes and see all the corals, but after that I realised, together with the rest of the girls, I was drifting further and further away from the ship due to the current!

I panicked and freaked out coz I realised I didn't have enough strength to go back to the boat!!!

I grabbed Mike and told him to swim me back. LOL!! Loserish!

Anyway, after a while I started to get nauseous and the snorkel was pushing up against my columella (area between nostrils) in a really uncomfortable way due to my implant... Advice to Plasticzilla not to snorkel.

Mike was really enjoying himself though so I let him be and waited beside the boat for him.

After this we went tanning! The sun was glorious!!!

We were in a tour group with Taiwanese people so the tanning chairs were all EMPTY. I guess the Taiwanese all wanna be fair?

Back to the hotel and then to dinner:



R. McDonalds in Bali rides a surfboard.





Sunburnt Mike.

We couldn't find the place we wanted to go to (sells Prawns and Chips as recommended by a blog reader) so we just settled for any restaurant in Kuta...



I ordered something which compensated for my expectations of getting Prawns and Chips that night but this meal kinda sucked.

I know it LOOKS nice but the cream sauce was not at all creamy and was just salty! Weird.



Mike's seafood curry. Also not nice.


I was 100% positive for some reason that we had one more day to stay in Bali.

I told the hotel's GM Stephan (If I didn't remember his name wrongly) this, and he gave me a raised eyebrow but said nothing to the contrary.

Next morning at 11am he called and asked me if my flight is at 1pm later and asked me to double check.

THANK HEAVENS HE CALLED CAN?? I totally misread the date!!! Stephan's a savior man! On top of that he recommended us loads of nice places to go to (the places he recommended did not disappoint) and he is so nice and friendly too. =)

So in half an hour Mike and I packed up and left!!

I was so upset coz I thought I could go shopping the next day!! Boo!!

I kept apologizing to Mike over and over again but he wasn't angry. I came to the conclusion that he forgives my mistakes much more easily than I forgive his so I shall vow to be more accommodating in future. Ahem.



Paiseh!!!



And we arrive back in Singapore!

On a postnote, I must say that I am very impressed by Holiday Inn's staff! They are all so polite and sincerely nice. Like you can tell when someone's nice coz they are HAPPY, not coz they are paid to be. Ya know??!!

Anyway, I left my blackberry on a sofa coz I dropped my earring and was trying to find it back in haste. Another guest found it later (phone not earring) and returned it to the hotel staff, who passed it back to me.


THANK GOD! I was so flustered when I thought it was gone forever!! Honest people are awesome!


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Pumpkin's photos!!!


Naughty girl keeps biting my toes...















Classic head tilt







Anyway, she has this ring toy which I bought from Ikea. It's for babies. She likes to put her head and front paws through the ring, so that she's wearing the ring like a skirt or something.

It's sooooooo funny! We kept having to "rescue" her.









Looks so stupid

Here's one of Nano burying herself in bedding...



Many of you have asked where Picolove is. Pico is staying with my mom because Pico kept attacking Nano and bit Nano till Nano bled! So I had to separate them and now Pico is my brother's pet.


And I know you all think Pumpkin is really cute...


But here's how she looks like when she's freshly out of the bath...

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With a face only a mother can love.