Apparently I have reached the age where all concerned parties in my life (aka overly-caring relatives who are the reasons you avoid family gatherings) now feel, it's perfectly okay to question the sad state of my singlehood and the life-threatening perils of it. Like I actively CHOOSE to be single or something. Yes, Auntie j, I know if I don't settle for someone, anyone right now, I'll be left on the shelf like the sad, forgotten can of preserved Longans, coz people buy their fruits fresh from the market now, and I will be miserable and crotchety for the rest of my sad, sad life.
Of course I DON'T want to die without first experiencing the exquisite joy of motherhood, Auntie b nor the personal sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that can only be achieved through natural childbirth without the aid of hardcore drugs like the epidural. And so the unsolicited advice and questions came, from all corners, faster than I could dodge and duck, faster and more furious with each family get-together.
You're probably thinking that I'm being an ungrateful wretch for not appreciating their obvious care and concern. Well, I will have you know that I love my aunts to death but sometimes their unconscious cruelty can make even the most stoic of men cry. And this is the point I was getting to, IF you'd waited. See, if you hadn't jumped to the silly conclusion that it was another whine about naggy relatives, you wouldn't have to feel bad and sheepish now, would you?
My darling aunts reduced me to a quivering, blubbering lump of mush. Not saying that I can't easily accomplish that myself being the consummate crybaby that I am. BUT this was over something that has NEVER affected me before or thought would EVER affect me. So you can imagine what a pitiful state I was in. A baffled, horrified, very, very sad mess that's what.
So there I was, despite a mounting headache from the gaggle of screaming kids and babies, trying to remain placidly indifferent while my very pregnant cousin basked in the cooing and ahhing of our aunts and uncles who couldn't stop patting her ginormous tummy, when suddenly I heard my name.
Aunt C: Oi, Daphne, so when's your turn ah?
Me: (suddenly realising that there was more coke than whiskey in my W&C but knew this was not the time to bemoan a poorly mixed drink. I had to organize my thoughts and come up with a kick-ass retort) "Huh? My turn to what?", sputtered the lush that I am, so eloquently.
Aunt b: What happened to [name of any random ex]? I thought you were serious about him? Aiyoh, don't tell me you chased another one away again?* Look at Gina here, younger than you and already with her second child. What are you waiting for? You know the older you get, the harder it is for you to conceive and even if you manage by some miracle do, the baby can turn out spastic (yes she really said that, she's not very PC, so please excuse her) you know? Mongolian baby....aiyoh, very hard to take care of and next time you grow old already, what will happen to her? Not say I want to scare you or what. Just worried only. And also the birth itself will be very, very painful, more painful as you grow older, you know right?
(Uh, like I need further convincing about the fcuking PAIN, but thanks Aunt b!)
Me (diverting the issue as only the expert that I am can): Hahahhaha. No, god, no, uh, it was never serious and he drank too much anyway. Gets drunk every night. In fact, fella starts his breakfast with Guinness! (Note how I masterfully draw suspicion away from my own drinking habits).
Aunt J: (butting in as she's wont to do) Wah, stop being so fussy. Dunno why you all girls these days have such high standards. So fussy. Back in our time, if you meet a man with a good job and willing to eat your cooking, you just grab already. Whether he's got a hairy wart the size of a $0.20 or enjoys farting challenges with his kakis, aiyoh, all that not important and also, if there's no love at first, it's okay, love will grow. Trust me, auntie went through alot of experience, I won't teach you wrong one. Really. Better find one quick and get married. You're not getting any younger you know. (Hey, thanks for reminding me! For a moment there, I thought I was still 18. Pfft) You want to end up a spinster like Auntie Xiu Yan, is it? So sad that Xiu Yan...so poorthing....no husband, no children...wah, really sad...
All I could hear and feel was the weight of that dam.n word. Sad SAD SAD SAD SAD.
At this point, I could feel my headache turning into one of my monstrous, full-blown migraines and horrors of horrors, something resembling tears at the back of my throat. Something confusing and frightening came over me.I swear, I have NEVER, ever in my life felt that being alone, even if forever, was something to grieve over. So what the fcuk was this?
I chirpily announced that my bladder was bursting and fled to my room.
I was terrified not just coz I might start bawling in front of an already very concerned horde of relatives but also at my new-found tender feelings. I needed time alone to figure out what they represented.
I've always had a rather laissez-faire, devil-may-care attitude towards marriage (that is not to say I take relationships lightly, quite the opposite), maybe because the whole idea of marriage just scares the shite out of me, (with all the frightful responsibilites and grown-upness AND housework that it entails) so, feeling anything different is extremely alarming. I never felt likeI was prepared to be a wife yet.
And I definitely wouldn't make a good wife. A very ill-equipped one at best. And what use is a wife like that, I thought and still think.
A few pertinent Reasons Why I would make a sucky Wife:
-I have never cooked an entire meal without some outside help (usually the bf) in my life. And I highly doubt that ordering KFC and then arranging everything out on nice dinnerware counts, even if I did handle the whole affair on my own.
-I have never spring cleaned my room without some outside help (usually the bf) before. I can't change the bedsheet on my own coz the mattress is too dam.n heavy. What about the long periods of time when I didn't have anyone, you ask? Like now, perhaps? Oh, don't be silly. My dad helps me of course. Duh.
-I don't know how to use a washing machine. Uhm...what?
-I don't know how to mend socks or stitch a button on. Yes, I happen to still adhere to old-fashioned notions of sock-mending and button-sewing. Waste not, want not. BUT, having beliefs and having skills are totally unrelated, hello???
I could go on but I don't see how talking at length about my obvious flaws and lack of wifely potential is going to benefit any of us.
The issue at hand is not whether I'll make a good wife, but the revelation that feelings, annoying feelings of panic and despondency actually exist in me. And no, I don't know where they're coming from. Pay attention, people. The crux of the matter is that they are sprouting in me. In me!! The same me who eats cereal out of the box for dinner coz my mom's too busy to cook, the same me whose idea of doing laundry is to load, add 2 heaped spoons of soap powder and wait for someone to start it up, the same me who's never had a checking account or owned credit cards (dad's card doesn't count right?), the same me who'd rather spend all day in bed with a book then go to Ikea (which all girls seem to like ALOT) or the Home & Decor Exhibition that is always right next to the Beautiful Brides Expo that all my girlfriends LOVE traipsing down to, with bfs/fiances/hubbies in tow.
The me who has always eschewed the idea of marriage and babies (eek!) and housework, suddenly experiencing burgeoning feelings of....what? Wanting to settle down? Or wanting, no, needing a love that is so real, so complete, so all-consuming that creating a family together is but a by-product and not an end result; that the alternative to NOT being together would mean the end of life itself?
[Pregnant pause]**
What? You think I don't know what you're thinking? Nothing good for sure, knowing you lot. And anyway, I never expect anything optimistic to come out of a pregnant pause.
Eww.....enough already with all this sickeningly mushy talk, I hear you say. I KNOW. You think I'm not creeped out as well? You think I enjoy being all melancholic and sad and that those poignant strains of Barber's Adagio For Strings floating around me are playing of my own accord? Believe me when I say that I am mortified and beside myself.
In my defense, let me say that loneliness is an insidious bastid that creeps up when you're not bloody looking, so it's not like I intended to go on the way I did, OKAY? And y'all know too that my mind is only capable of non-sequiters and disjointed digressions so I don't see what you're all grumbling about really. You didn't step into this with your eyes closed, you knew it was going to morph into a long-ass and possibly simpering post, so shut up and help me out here, will you? I NEED foolproof solutions to banish these non-me feelings and if you've been through this before and have successfully eradicated such feelings, through some means or another and am now back to your former blissful self, then what the heck are you waiting FOR??
I'm counting on you. Please don't let me down, not in my most dire time of need.
P.S Suggestions of alcohol-usage/abuse are redundant. Because obviously I turned to booze before I looked to you for help.
Footnote
*(My aunts love to joke ALL the freakin' time about how I manage to *chase away* all the guys in my life. Like there is no such thing as a mutual break-up or that they could have chased me away instead? You know, because of their asinine assness? Or that love sometimes becomes just a shadow of what it used to be, but I don't want to think about that right now coz my eyes are fresh out of tears)
**(which I feel is the yuckiest pause of all; it just brings to mind all kinds of vile god-knows-what breeding inside)
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
a meme and then some
So, just to prove what a sloth I am, instead of the usual post, I'm just going to use this meme that I was tagged with. However, I won't be tagging anyone coz I know not everyone is as shameless as I am when it comes to sharing boring, inconsequential details about oneself. In trying to be as honest as I can, a total of three and a half brain cells were brutally mangled while tussling with Conscience.
1. Were you named after anyone?
I'm pretty positive that I'm not the first Daphne ever, so YES.
2. When was the last time you cried?
About 5 minutes ago. Yea, I can cry you a river. What's your point?
3. Would you say that you have great handwriting?
Well,if you're into the sort of elegant, cursive penmanship that elicits gasps of pleasure from anyone who sees it, if you're into that sort of thing, then I suppose it's passable.
4. What is your favourite lunch meat?
Roast Beef.
5. Do you have kids?
Are you for real?? I can barely take care of myself, so no.
6. If you were another person, would you be friends with yourself?
Definitely! I'm so awesome on so many levels that I wouldn't be able to resist me.
7. Do you use sarcasm alot?
Define sarcasm.
8. Do you still have your tonsils?
The thing at the back of your throat right? Yea.
9. Would you bungee jump?
hell, no!
10. What is your favourite cereal?
I LOVE cereal and could eat them all day! So any cereal that's not sweet and with lots of oats in it is bound to make me happy. I'm not fussy, like I said, I adore this shite. But if I really had to choose then I'd go for Dorset Organic Cranberry and Oats. Too poor to afford them right now.
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
I make it a point never to buy shoes with laces.
12. Do you think you're strong?
Are we talking about emotional or physical strength here? In either case, I'm about as strong as a Costa Rican Fairyfly.
13. What is your favourite ice-cream?
Chubby Hubby coz I'm addicted to peanut butter.
14. What is the first thing you notice about people?
If they're breathing or not. I have an irrational fear of zombies and the living dead.
15. Red or Pink?
Pink of course. I'm a totally girly girl. And no, swearing doesn't count.
16. What is the least favourite thing about yourself?
That I don't look anything like how a Native English Speaker is *supposed* to look like and thus hamper my dream of becoming a TEFL teacher in Siam. It's the genes, I'm telling you!
17. Who do you miss the most?
She is not a person but a place. A very special place that for reasons unknown, has plundered the depths of my soul. I don't think I've ever yearned like this before.
18. Who's your favourite person in the world?
Besides myself you mean? Okay, my baby sister then.
19. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing?
I'm in my PJs.
20. What was the last thing you ate?
Peanut butter out of the jar. What?
21. What are you listening to right now?
I have various Thai artistes on loop, (Modern Dog, Boyd, Silly Fools, Potato, Peacemaker) which I mostly don't understand but in a bid to torture myself even more and deepen the seperation pain, I press on. So what if my eyes are wrung dry? Let's get some perspective here; it's only water+salt. =p
22. If you where a crayon, what colour would you be?
Uhm, all I did was copy and paste, but live and let live I say. So what if "where a crayon" doesn't make sense? Stop being so judgy. More to the point, who thinks up such questions anyway??! Because, seriously, a CRAYON?! Fine. If I were to someday, somehow, for whatever reason, be a damn crayon, I'd be a shimmering, gossamer pink. Doesn't that sound pretty? I almost want to be a crayon now.
23. Favourite smells?
Rainstorms, just-baked bread, peppermint, fresh laundry, wintergreen and pine, my mom's TDF kueh lapis and pineapple tarts, the pages of a new hardcover book, the person I'm in love with.
24. Who was the last person you talked to?
No one. Nobody ever calls me.
25. Have you been lonely before?
See above.
26. Favourite Sports to watch?
Football, but only when the scousers play.
27. Hair Colour?
Dark brown. Very blah.
28. Eye Colour?
Black-brown. Very blah.
29. Do you wear contacts?
Nope. Lasik donations are always welcomed. But to further dispel all doubts regarding my geekiness, I will have you know that I'm NEVER without my glasses. For the doubting Thomases amongst us who require visual proof., I can only say: you my friend, have trust issues.
30. Favourite Food?
Chocolate.
31. Scary movies or happy endings?
A happy movie with a scary ending.
32. Last movie you watched?
Rainman for the nth time.
33. What colour shirt are you wearing?
Colour of pj's top = PINK
34. Summer or Winter?
Winter, though God knows we never get it here in Southeast Asia.
35. Hugs or Kisses?
Hugs. Cuddles too. ^_~
36. Favourite Dessert?
Not to be repetitive or anything but chocolate.
37. The three people you will tell all your secrets to?
1)Me
2)Myself
and
3)I
38. Do you trust easily?
Am I not putting myself out there right now??
39. What book are you reading right now?
Dean Koonzt - The Husband and re-reading Odd Thomas
40. What is on your mouse pad?
Mouse what? Uhm...whazzat?? Oh you mean that thing people use to move their mouse around back in the day when the Atari was hailed as the be all and end all of video gaming consoles? I may have a vague recollection of some squarish thingy on the desk but it's been so long and having used an optical mouse for as long as I can remember, I can't confirm if it was ever real or merely a mythical object cooked up by the same fellas who thought that all my base are belong to them. =p
41. What did you watch on TV last night?
I don't watch TV but the last show that I watched, Criminal Minds, although darker and grimmer than ever, kicked every kind of ass.
42. Favourite sound?
My parents' laughter.
43. Rolling Stones or The Beatles?
Neither. Excuse me, but you don't see me dissing your taste in music, do you?
44. What is the farthest you've been from home?
Gee, I'd be hard pressed to tell you the distance since I don't carry any sort of measuring instruments with me when I travel, but if we're talking about where, then NYC; the greatest city in the world. I would live/die there if I could.
45. Do you have a special talent?
I can bend my toes and fingers in a totally freaky way, really, you have to see it to believe.
46. Where were you born?
In a hospital. Or so I was told.
47.Where do you see yourself 5 years from now?
Damn if I know. Look, I don't even know what I'll be doing tomorrow.
48).What's your favourite song?
Do you seriously expect me to answer this? Can *you* pick just ONE favourite song? I thought so.
49)Love or Money?
Wait, how much cash are we talking about here? If it's Bill Gates-esque kind of money, then I'd totally pick money which I will use to buy Apple.Inc and have fun with all the G4s I could want for the rest of my life. Listen, loving someone, [so much that your breath catches in your throat each time you look at him, so much that your insides feel all squished and mashed up just thinking of him, so much that you'd give up your world as you know it just to be with him] who doesn't love you back, is the most debilitating, painful pain in the world. So yea, Microsoft gets my vote.
I hope you are all happy now. Now that you are intimately familiar with almost every minutae of my life. ONE of you better find this useful so that it wasn't entirely an effort in futility or a waste of 20 minutes of my life that I'll NEVER get back. The things I do for you.
Tag, you're it. =p
p/s Don't forget to stock up on the masks as they're running low and CNY being just round the corner, your skin totally deserves them!
1. Were you named after anyone?
I'm pretty positive that I'm not the first Daphne ever, so YES.
2. When was the last time you cried?
About 5 minutes ago. Yea, I can cry you a river. What's your point?
3. Would you say that you have great handwriting?
Well,if you're into the sort of elegant, cursive penmanship that elicits gasps of pleasure from anyone who sees it, if you're into that sort of thing, then I suppose it's passable.
4. What is your favourite lunch meat?
Roast Beef.
5. Do you have kids?
Are you for real?? I can barely take care of myself, so no.
6. If you were another person, would you be friends with yourself?
Definitely! I'm so awesome on so many levels that I wouldn't be able to resist me.
7. Do you use sarcasm alot?
Define sarcasm.
8. Do you still have your tonsils?
The thing at the back of your throat right? Yea.
9. Would you bungee jump?
hell, no!
10. What is your favourite cereal?
I LOVE cereal and could eat them all day! So any cereal that's not sweet and with lots of oats in it is bound to make me happy. I'm not fussy, like I said, I adore this shite. But if I really had to choose then I'd go for Dorset Organic Cranberry and Oats. Too poor to afford them right now.
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
I make it a point never to buy shoes with laces.
12. Do you think you're strong?
Are we talking about emotional or physical strength here? In either case, I'm about as strong as a Costa Rican Fairyfly.
13. What is your favourite ice-cream?
Chubby Hubby coz I'm addicted to peanut butter.
14. What is the first thing you notice about people?
If they're breathing or not. I have an irrational fear of zombies and the living dead.
15. Red or Pink?
Pink of course. I'm a totally girly girl. And no, swearing doesn't count.
16. What is the least favourite thing about yourself?
That I don't look anything like how a Native English Speaker is *supposed* to look like and thus hamper my dream of becoming a TEFL teacher in Siam. It's the genes, I'm telling you!
17. Who do you miss the most?
She is not a person but a place. A very special place that for reasons unknown, has plundered the depths of my soul. I don't think I've ever yearned like this before.
18. Who's your favourite person in the world?
Besides myself you mean? Okay, my baby sister then.
19. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing?
I'm in my PJs.
20. What was the last thing you ate?
Peanut butter out of the jar. What?
21. What are you listening to right now?
I have various Thai artistes on loop, (Modern Dog, Boyd, Silly Fools, Potato, Peacemaker) which I mostly don't understand but in a bid to torture myself even more and deepen the seperation pain, I press on. So what if my eyes are wrung dry? Let's get some perspective here; it's only water+salt. =p
22. If you where a crayon, what colour would you be?
Uhm, all I did was copy and paste, but live and let live I say. So what if "where a crayon" doesn't make sense? Stop being so judgy. More to the point, who thinks up such questions anyway??! Because, seriously, a CRAYON?! Fine. If I were to someday, somehow, for whatever reason, be a damn crayon, I'd be a shimmering, gossamer pink. Doesn't that sound pretty? I almost want to be a crayon now.
23. Favourite smells?
Rainstorms, just-baked bread, peppermint, fresh laundry, wintergreen and pine, my mom's TDF kueh lapis and pineapple tarts, the pages of a new hardcover book, the person I'm in love with.
24. Who was the last person you talked to?
No one. Nobody ever calls me.
25. Have you been lonely before?
See above.
26. Favourite Sports to watch?
Football, but only when the scousers play.
27. Hair Colour?
Dark brown. Very blah.
28. Eye Colour?
Black-brown. Very blah.
29. Do you wear contacts?
Nope. Lasik donations are always welcomed. But to further dispel all doubts regarding my geekiness, I will have you know that I'm NEVER without my glasses. For the doubting Thomases amongst us who require visual proof., I can only say: you my friend, have trust issues.
30. Favourite Food?
Chocolate.
31. Scary movies or happy endings?
A happy movie with a scary ending.
32. Last movie you watched?
Rainman for the nth time.
33. What colour shirt are you wearing?
Colour of pj's top = PINK
34. Summer or Winter?
Winter, though God knows we never get it here in Southeast Asia.
35. Hugs or Kisses?
Hugs. Cuddles too. ^_~
36. Favourite Dessert?
Not to be repetitive or anything but chocolate.
37. The three people you will tell all your secrets to?
1)Me
2)Myself
and
3)I
38. Do you trust easily?
Am I not putting myself out there right now??
39. What book are you reading right now?
Dean Koonzt - The Husband and re-reading Odd Thomas
40. What is on your mouse pad?
Mouse what? Uhm...whazzat?? Oh you mean that thing people use to move their mouse around back in the day when the Atari was hailed as the be all and end all of video gaming consoles? I may have a vague recollection of some squarish thingy on the desk but it's been so long and having used an optical mouse for as long as I can remember, I can't confirm if it was ever real or merely a mythical object cooked up by the same fellas who thought that all my base are belong to them. =p
41. What did you watch on TV last night?
I don't watch TV but the last show that I watched, Criminal Minds, although darker and grimmer than ever, kicked every kind of ass.
42. Favourite sound?
My parents' laughter.
43. Rolling Stones or The Beatles?
Neither. Excuse me, but you don't see me dissing your taste in music, do you?
44. What is the farthest you've been from home?
Gee, I'd be hard pressed to tell you the distance since I don't carry any sort of measuring instruments with me when I travel, but if we're talking about where, then NYC; the greatest city in the world. I would live/die there if I could.
45. Do you have a special talent?
I can bend my toes and fingers in a totally freaky way, really, you have to see it to believe.
46. Where were you born?
In a hospital. Or so I was told.
47.Where do you see yourself 5 years from now?
Damn if I know. Look, I don't even know what I'll be doing tomorrow.
48).What's your favourite song?
Do you seriously expect me to answer this? Can *you* pick just ONE favourite song? I thought so.
49)Love or Money?
Wait, how much cash are we talking about here? If it's Bill Gates-esque kind of money, then I'd totally pick money which I will use to buy Apple.Inc and have fun with all the G4s I could want for the rest of my life. Listen, loving someone, [so much that your breath catches in your throat each time you look at him, so much that your insides feel all squished and mashed up just thinking of him, so much that you'd give up your world as you know it just to be with him] who doesn't love you back, is the most debilitating, painful pain in the world. So yea, Microsoft gets my vote.
I hope you are all happy now. Now that you are intimately familiar with almost every minutae of my life. ONE of you better find this useful so that it wasn't entirely an effort in futility or a waste of 20 minutes of my life that I'll NEVER get back. The things I do for you.
Tag, you're it. =p
p/s Don't forget to stock up on the masks as they're running low and CNY being just round the corner, your skin totally deserves them!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Chronic Insomnia sucks ass
So I coudn't sleep til like 8 in the morning, you have NO idea how zombified it makes you feel until you've really been through it. And no, I'm not talking about just on days where you're feeling stressed out either. That's occasional bouts of insomnia. I'm talking about sleeplessness that haunts you everynight you lie in bed and the harder you try, the more awake you feel. It's kinda hard to truly appreciate the torment of insomnia until you too are a sufferer.
SO... I took my regular meds which I honestly didn't want to but I had to get some sleep somehow to be able to function at least semi-normall the next day which is TODAY and it's now bloody 4pm and I've only just woken up. Damn damn damn pills. This is why I hate them!
Let me go do my just woken up ritual, in hale some caffein and then come back and reply all ya mails alright? Sorry for the darn tardiness. Don't look at me. Look at the benzodiazepams if you must. Some evil shite they are. Don't even get me started on Xanax. Pfizer you suck.
How about a little Jason mraz in the meantime? ;)
SO... I took my regular meds which I honestly didn't want to but I had to get some sleep somehow to be able to function at least semi-normall the next day which is TODAY and it's now bloody 4pm and I've only just woken up. Damn damn damn pills. This is why I hate them!
Let me go do my just woken up ritual, in hale some caffein and then come back and reply all ya mails alright? Sorry for the darn tardiness. Don't look at me. Look at the benzodiazepams if you must. Some evil shite they are. Don't even get me started on Xanax. Pfizer you suck.
How about a little Jason mraz in the meantime? ;)
My Current Obsessions and yes I do have others besides Masks
I am seriously lusting after a truckload of Dior stuff after visiting my friend Christine who's a beauty consultant for Dior. Here are but a few of them. If you don't know by now that I'm crazy over anything that even hints of PINK, then you really must try looking around you.
I want this NOW.
I want this NOW.
And this
And this:
Never did I think I'd ever want a baby this badly
Now, tell me that she's not the most perfect little child you've seen? I want her. And I want her now. Damn, does that mean I need to get that...that thing, ya know, that untamed, polygamy-prone thing called a husband?
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
My beloved...
The one who'll have my back no matter what. The one who lends me strength when all strength is sapped by life's cruel reality and screwed-upness. Sure, there were times when she pissed me off so bad I thought I could never speak to her again and there were times when she hurt me so much that I thought I could die. But don't all sisters share a love/hate relationship? Ours is more love than hate and I know now that without her, I probably wouldn't be here right now. (Cryptic much? :P)
I'll be looking out for you kiddo, come what may.
TV is good for you
Hurrah! And about time too. Grey's and Brothers and sisters and P.B are back. I know not for long though coz of the ya know, damn writer's strike and all. Bleah.
So anyhow, I am torn between watching them right now and keeping them for a later time so I can properly savour what I know will be one of the last few episodes of the season. And seriously, who even knows when the strike is going to end, if ever.
Let's revisit my beautiful homies, when they were still young, fresh and innocent and not quite so cynical and sombre as of the lastest season. I guess no one ever did like Alex very much huh. Notice how he's not here? =p Somehow, the hospital's just not the same without Isaiah Washinton. Damn him and his loose tongue.
And in other news, I've just received the samples I ordered from Korea. They are SO fast when it comes to responding to emails and it took all of 2 days for the samples to reach me! I am deeply, massively impressed. They would definitely be an absolute pleasure to do business with. Let's hope their masks are as awesome as their CS. ;) Gotta admit, they sure love their Da Jang Geum-esque models. This is their bio-cellulose eye masks. Ain't cheap but it's got all the good stuff like Korean Gingseng, Dong Guai and some other exotic sounding herbs. I'm sorry for the crappy quality of the pics. I blame it all on the phone. I promise, once I have the moolah, I'll get me a decent digi-cam asap. But for now, that will have to wait. Whatever (dwindling) savings I have left is all going into ordering more masks. Woe is me. So keep the orders coming, else I'll have boxes of masks sitting in my room and I'll have to use them all myself and sure, I'll have fabulous skin but at the expense of FOOD, CHOCOLATE and any semblence of LIFE itself.
Will keep y'all posted on how this eye mask works out as well as their *Magical Whitening Mask* (their name, not mine) which is also made of bio-cellulose. I just wish these masks weren't as expensive as they are. Oh of course they're not as insanely priced as the *Sake* famed one, in fact probably half or a wee bit more than half it's cost.
And don't pretend you don't know which brand I'm talking about. Coz you SO do.
Off to do some real work now. Of coures you know I meant watching the latest ep of Gossip Girl. Pfft.
So anyhow, I am torn between watching them right now and keeping them for a later time so I can properly savour what I know will be one of the last few episodes of the season. And seriously, who even knows when the strike is going to end, if ever.
Let's revisit my beautiful homies, when they were still young, fresh and innocent and not quite so cynical and sombre as of the lastest season. I guess no one ever did like Alex very much huh. Notice how he's not here? =p Somehow, the hospital's just not the same without Isaiah Washinton. Damn him and his loose tongue.
And in other news, I've just received the samples I ordered from Korea. They are SO fast when it comes to responding to emails and it took all of 2 days for the samples to reach me! I am deeply, massively impressed. They would definitely be an absolute pleasure to do business with. Let's hope their masks are as awesome as their CS. ;) Gotta admit, they sure love their Da Jang Geum-esque models. This is their bio-cellulose eye masks. Ain't cheap but it's got all the good stuff like Korean Gingseng, Dong Guai and some other exotic sounding herbs. I'm sorry for the crappy quality of the pics. I blame it all on the phone. I promise, once I have the moolah, I'll get me a decent digi-cam asap. But for now, that will have to wait. Whatever (dwindling) savings I have left is all going into ordering more masks. Woe is me. So keep the orders coming, else I'll have boxes of masks sitting in my room and I'll have to use them all myself and sure, I'll have fabulous skin but at the expense of FOOD, CHOCOLATE and any semblence of LIFE itself.
Will keep y'all posted on how this eye mask works out as well as their *Magical Whitening Mask* (their name, not mine) which is also made of bio-cellulose. I just wish these masks weren't as expensive as they are. Oh of course they're not as insanely priced as the *Sake* famed one, in fact probably half or a wee bit more than half it's cost.
And don't pretend you don't know which brand I'm talking about. Coz you SO do.
Off to do some real work now. Of coures you know I meant watching the latest ep of Gossip Girl. Pfft.
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