Monday, May 14, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
SAFI RANIA GOLD
I have finally dedicated myself to almost finishing that small pot of Safi Balqis beauty cream after months. Not an easy task given the fact that I have a very short attention span. I didn't even manage to use up the SK2 Pitera essence, and the Nuskin range which I bought for couple of years back.
The scent of the Safi Balqis Beauty cream simply reminds me of the Hazeline Snow era.. Not sure if I have mentioned before but this is NOT anywhere resembling Hazeline Snow, which have a lighter texture and not as thick a putty as this beauty cream.. Till today I still am not sure what does the beauty cream is made of and what does it really do. I only based my knowledge of it based on the people whom I seen have used it before =P
Because I do not know in exact what it does, the RM6.90 cream have been functioning as a primer for my makeup. Used it after mosituriser and before BB cream.
to the bottom of the pot already! <3
After Safi Balqis beauty cream and Missha BB cream
(this is before leaving home- at noon)
back home in the evening
The cream didn't really says what it does.. But I think after a prolong use, it does help to eliminate unevenness in skin tone.
circa 2011 and working in a shit-hole office
I got a better job and better pedo face =P
circa 2012
I have just bought a new pot. This time I wanted to try the Safi Rania GOLD version.
Don't like the smell of it from the first sniff.. Safi Balqis Perfect 10 have got a more natural, creamy floral scent.. like serai or sort when you open it at first. The Rania one smells more like any other cosmetically bottled cream, though not as heavy. I supposed when you have enhanced formula yada yada, more chemicals go in and the traditionalism of a beauty cream will take a back seat.
priced at RM10.90 from Watson
don't really fancy the super sticky texture of Rania Gold. Does all gold feel sticky? >.<
As beauty cream naturally is like some cement paste with a thick texture and not easily glide on, the Rania Gold one is over sticky. Abit yucky but still tolerable. YOur hands feels sticky, your face feels sticky. What
I do to eliminate the stickiness is to warm my palms by rubing it and do the *facepalm* =D
A more well behaved texture form Safi Balqis Perfect 10
Will give it sometime to try out the Rania GOLD for now and see if there's any differences.
I have never gotten any 'canggih' brushes for makeup before due to stinginess >.<
But they say good brushes can last you a lifetime making you look flawless. let's hope it is!
In the mean time you can check it out in their Facebook album ---- BRUSHES!
Sunday, May 6, 2012
That office guy
Boss : aiyahhh how how how.. why I always not enough money??
Me : I told you not to simply spend on enertainment! Do u know how much you have spent on March alone on eating ah?? Eat! Eat! Eat! That's all you know la! People come u buy them lunch dinner and supper! U deserve it la!
Boss : I spend a lot on eating meh? lemme see your files.
Me : PLOP! Nah.. you go study la where you money goes.. mostly to your stomach..
Boss : *flip flip flip* hmmm wah Cynthia...
me : what!?
Boss : I really do eat a lot hor... but still not growing fatter...
Me : *dafuq* =______________=
welcome to the world of cheena-man business
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It's Friday nite! And I am sure glad that tomorrow is a day where going to office is not an option (is this sentence even correct?)
The guys in the office never fails to boil my blood up.
Never had I know besides those prominent male figues you always see, like the ex Prime Minister (not Najis), Mr Tony Fernandes, some banks CEO whihc are idolised everywhere, there are a bunch of them whihc is a total opposite of the mentioned ones. Pardon me for the ignorance. For the past 7 years I have been stuck in a small batik office helmed by egoistic single woman who keep reminding everyone in the office she is the Queen. So there isn't really much space for me to look beyond the Queen and her reigning territory.
Now I got to see the men zone in their weakest elements.
The day before, a nimrod form the office asked my help to get a cheque from a client's office.
So I went. So I can't find it. So I left and head back to office.
Told him I can't find the place and I am running short of time hence I will do it the next day when I have the time to do so.
Then he told me, actually the client can help to bank in....
THEN Y U NO TELL UR CLIENT TO BANK IN AND WANT TO WASTE MY TIME IN THE FIRST PLACE??
The same day I got into office and another 2 numbnut got into office.
I asked where did they go and they settled the case I assigned them to in Bangi.
They came back from the factory in Bangi - empty handed.
I asked what went wrong with the fire panel. They told me they inspected and it's spoilt.
So I asked where is the panel. And they said, still in the factory.
THEN Y U NO TAKE DOWN THE PANEL TO SEND TO REPAIR? Y U LEAVE IT HANGING ON THE WALL WITH NOTHING DONE AND NO MONEY COLLECTED FOR YOUR SERVICES?
'Boss, you didn't ask to bring back also' was the reply...
I still am not able to get an admin lady to the job in the office. For the third month -_-
Me : I told you not to simply spend on enertainment! Do u know how much you have spent on March alone on eating ah?? Eat! Eat! Eat! That's all you know la! People come u buy them lunch dinner and supper! U deserve it la!
Boss : I spend a lot on eating meh? lemme see your files.
Me : PLOP! Nah.. you go study la where you money goes.. mostly to your stomach..
Boss : *flip flip flip* hmmm wah Cynthia...
me : what!?
Boss : I really do eat a lot hor... but still not growing fatter...
Me : *dafuq* =______________=
welcome to the world of cheena-man business
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It's Friday nite! And I am sure glad that tomorrow is a day where going to office is not an option (is this sentence even correct?)
The guys in the office never fails to boil my blood up.
Never had I know besides those prominent male figues you always see, like the ex Prime Minister (not Najis), Mr Tony Fernandes, some banks CEO whihc are idolised everywhere, there are a bunch of them whihc is a total opposite of the mentioned ones. Pardon me for the ignorance. For the past 7 years I have been stuck in a small batik office helmed by egoistic single woman who keep reminding everyone in the office she is the Queen. So there isn't really much space for me to look beyond the Queen and her reigning territory.
Now I got to see the men zone in their weakest elements.
The day before, a nimrod form the office asked my help to get a cheque from a client's office.
So I went. So I can't find it. So I left and head back to office.
Told him I can't find the place and I am running short of time hence I will do it the next day when I have the time to do so.
Then he told me, actually the client can help to bank in....
THEN Y U NO TELL UR CLIENT TO BANK IN AND WANT TO WASTE MY TIME IN THE FIRST PLACE??
The same day I got into office and another 2 numbnut got into office.
I asked where did they go and they settled the case I assigned them to in Bangi.
They came back from the factory in Bangi - empty handed.
I asked what went wrong with the fire panel. They told me they inspected and it's spoilt.
So I asked where is the panel. And they said, still in the factory.
THEN Y U NO TAKE DOWN THE PANEL TO SEND TO REPAIR? Y U LEAVE IT HANGING ON THE WALL WITH NOTHING DONE AND NO MONEY COLLECTED FOR YOUR SERVICES?
'Boss, you didn't ask to bring back also' was the reply...
I still am not able to get an admin lady to the job in the office. For the third month -_-
my penchant for ribena and red wine in another form
slurrrp
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Don't Just Don't
I hate gatherings. Family gatherings. Relatives gathering to be precise.
I don't know why they bother to when all that they want to do is to again showcase their best - home decor, food and achievement. Wait, that's the whole purpose..
Don't ask me how am I doing. Not that you would do a tiny bit to help me uplift my life in anyway.
Perhaps you may. I shall not be judgemental.
Don't ask me what do I do now for a living. Because I don't even know what your children are doing.
And whatever they are doing, ya, ya I know they did well. And I am not a doctor, accountant or pilot. I am just a business development manager.. or in your definition a sales person with a more hi-tech name.
No one knows what I do, because a Business Development Manager is such a scarce and unspecific title.. A drug addict who needs money decides to ask for parking fees for anyone who parks at a specific road. A retiree who offers to write letters for the neighbours in return of some charges. Perhaps that's what most of you think I do. A small opportunist who will never make it up there. I am fine with your thoughts.
Don't ask me if I treat my mum well. Did you see her head being bandaged up because I may have blatantly bashed her up? Did you see her all bruised up in the eyes? What kinda answer do you expect from me? That the past couple of weeks I sort of abused her but no I stopped because she has yet to come up with irritating acts?
Don't remind me to take my mum to better place to have dinner. So you think coffee house is not good enough? Must I go Carcosa Seri Negara and eat scones to prove that I did not mistreat her? By the way, my boss have to stop going to stall by the street or mix rice stall or food court whenever we have lunch. Because I do not patronise eateries with 90% foreign labours, or places where once you look down on the floor andyou can spot spots of phlegm. No, thank you very much.
So yeah, don't be wise and suggest me to take her to better place, because if I go one level up from my standard operating procedure, I shall be the Mother of Queen.
There really isn't a point to keep nudging me with funny question like when are you going to show your boyfriend? Because when I reverted with 'Which one you referring for year 2011?', you stared in astonishment and go speechless and would have presumed I am either a slut or a picky little fat slut. Whatever it is, at least I don't die a virgin..
.................
On another totally unrelated note... Boss tapau-ed lunch for me yesterday. That pack of 'thing' were full to the brim with rice laced with pork, chicken and duck meat and 3 slices of cucumber.. wlecome to the world of cheena..
He complained he had a sudden blankness of sight when he was looking into some layout plan of some fire security system and had to count the number of smoke detectors on 3 floors. So he rolled it up and pass to me and said he is getting old and cannot count properly.. =_=
Welcome to the world of cheena...
I don't know why they bother to when all that they want to do is to again showcase their best - home decor, food and achievement. Wait, that's the whole purpose..
Don't ask me how am I doing. Not that you would do a tiny bit to help me uplift my life in anyway.
Perhaps you may. I shall not be judgemental.
Don't ask me what do I do now for a living. Because I don't even know what your children are doing.
And whatever they are doing, ya, ya I know they did well. And I am not a doctor, accountant or pilot. I am just a business development manager.. or in your definition a sales person with a more hi-tech name.
No one knows what I do, because a Business Development Manager is such a scarce and unspecific title.. A drug addict who needs money decides to ask for parking fees for anyone who parks at a specific road. A retiree who offers to write letters for the neighbours in return of some charges. Perhaps that's what most of you think I do. A small opportunist who will never make it up there. I am fine with your thoughts.
Don't ask me if I treat my mum well. Did you see her head being bandaged up because I may have blatantly bashed her up? Did you see her all bruised up in the eyes? What kinda answer do you expect from me? That the past couple of weeks I sort of abused her but no I stopped because she has yet to come up with irritating acts?
Don't remind me to take my mum to better place to have dinner. So you think coffee house is not good enough? Must I go Carcosa Seri Negara and eat scones to prove that I did not mistreat her? By the way, my boss have to stop going to stall by the street or mix rice stall or food court whenever we have lunch. Because I do not patronise eateries with 90% foreign labours, or places where once you look down on the floor andyou can spot spots of phlegm. No, thank you very much.
So yeah, don't be wise and suggest me to take her to better place, because if I go one level up from my standard operating procedure, I shall be the Mother of Queen.
There really isn't a point to keep nudging me with funny question like when are you going to show your boyfriend? Because when I reverted with 'Which one you referring for year 2011?', you stared in astonishment and go speechless and would have presumed I am either a slut or a picky little fat slut. Whatever it is, at least I don't die a virgin..
.................
On another totally unrelated note... Boss tapau-ed lunch for me yesterday. That pack of 'thing' were full to the brim with rice laced with pork, chicken and duck meat and 3 slices of cucumber.. wlecome to the world of cheena..
He complained he had a sudden blankness of sight when he was looking into some layout plan of some fire security system and had to count the number of smoke detectors on 3 floors. So he rolled it up and pass to me and said he is getting old and cannot count properly.. =_=
Welcome to the world of cheena...
Sunday, April 22, 2012
No, I Am Not Okay
Sometimes I wish I can sing well, and works as an entertainer who belts out powerful vocals to loud songs.
And maybe works at clubs over the weekends belting songs from Katy Perry, Florence and the Machines and Rihanna maybe..
It's Saturday and not even midnite and here I am, in shorts and free t shirts, lounging at home with nothing much to do.
Those who knows me often wonders why the frak am I stuck at home with no invites to go out. I don't know. I seriously do not know.
It makes me wonder much too - why am I stuck at home with pretty dresses, awesome makeup skills, long stacks of 5 inches heels - and yet.. nowhere to go -_-
It's sad. Much sad that no NCIS or Grey's Anatomy or Glee can do to wipe off the sober-dom I am suffering.
Wait.. I am not sober..
Perhaps a little bit clueless - as to why am I stuck at home on a Saturday nite when all the not so hot people go out to Jaya One (without make up and wearing RM25 dresses) and hang out in Brussels Beer Cafe getting amazed at a pint of Hoegarrden that kept them there the entire nite..
And I..
And I...
All I get to do on a fine Saturday with remix songs playing in HitzFM is to try to be home as early possible so as to secure a parking spot in this remote residential area ( remote yet not rich residential area, please..) so that I won't need to park at the side of the main road.
Then I get home, go online and be the hippest coolest woman available online, while everyone is offline and happily eating tapas while waiting for 10pm to strike and hit the club... huaaaaaaa.....
All I get to do is answer to obnoxious, long winded question from strangers who emailed me to ask what size should they buy if they want to buy dresses from an external, not related to me, and I certainly do not work for the dress company, and definitely not profiting- on what fits them best.. dafuq!
And maybe works at clubs over the weekends belting songs from Katy Perry, Florence and the Machines and Rihanna maybe..
It's Saturday and not even midnite and here I am, in shorts and free t shirts, lounging at home with nothing much to do.
Those who knows me often wonders why the frak am I stuck at home with no invites to go out. I don't know. I seriously do not know.
It makes me wonder much too - why am I stuck at home with pretty dresses, awesome makeup skills, long stacks of 5 inches heels - and yet.. nowhere to go -_-
It's sad. Much sad that no NCIS or Grey's Anatomy or Glee can do to wipe off the sober-dom I am suffering.
Wait.. I am not sober..
Perhaps a little bit clueless - as to why am I stuck at home on a Saturday nite when all the not so hot people go out to Jaya One (without make up and wearing RM25 dresses) and hang out in Brussels Beer Cafe getting amazed at a pint of Hoegarrden that kept them there the entire nite..
And I..
And I...
All I get to do on a fine Saturday with remix songs playing in HitzFM is to try to be home as early possible so as to secure a parking spot in this remote residential area ( remote yet not rich residential area, please..) so that I won't need to park at the side of the main road.
Then I get home, go online and be the hippest coolest woman available online, while everyone is offline and happily eating tapas while waiting for 10pm to strike and hit the club... huaaaaaaa.....
All I get to do is answer to obnoxious, long winded question from strangers who emailed me to ask what size should they buy if they want to buy dresses from an external, not related to me, and I certainly do not work for the dress company, and definitely not profiting- on what fits them best.. dafuq!
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