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Saturday, November 7th, 2009

sophiaysf

5:11p SKIN I realized that my face is quite anal. I’ve been using lots of products over these years and have basically stuck to certain products as so far as worked without ill side effects. There are times where I bought certain items (on sale thankfully, saving tons of money) and after a few applications my skin became oily without tiny oil blots aka mini outbreak. It frustrates me, wasting a whole bottle of thing. Then I will pass it over to my mom thinking that her aging skin will need some stronger moisturizer but being with the same type of skin gene (I think), she can’t take too oily products too. That’s when I started the obsession of asking the counter ladies ‘Contains oil?’ Even essential oil also cannot one. Just about 3 days ago, I opened up this sampling bag from Origins, some anti-aging mushroom serum thing. The sales lady was highly recommending it hence passing me a sample. Good move cos after 3 applications over 3 nights, I have my mini outbreak again. Damnit! My last outbreak lasted at least 4 months all due to a makeup primer from Sephora. It wasn't exactly a skin care, it’s more like a cosmetic product and the outbreak is so serious that I had to visit the doctor twice to get some not-off-the-shelf acne cream. I was so near to asking for a oral cure where I discovered that it was all because of the damned primer. After 3 days of not putting it on, my skin cleared immediately. I am so weary of trying stuff now and I realized that a lot of products are very oil based. From daily moisturizer to SPF care, especially anti-aging products. I must admit that I don't have visible winkles but at the age of 33 and still having oily skin makes me feel like a over-grown teenager. So now, my basic skin care contains 80% Clinique and 20% others. I love Clinique (almost all its products) as it is really suitable for my skin, especially the basic care. Other products include Khiel’s and origins. PIL PIL is in short of parents-in-law. My French colleague said that even step parents in French are called ‘in-laws’. So I wrote this English translation for him on his desk board (those with seats in the office have a white board) as: Mother-in-law = Wife’s Mother Step Mother = Bitch that married your dad He laughed and quickly erased the bottom portion. Okay back to my story, so as known I’ve been living with my in laws for a year plus now and overtime I realized a few things: - The FIL always comment whenever we buy new shoes. When he sees a shoe box he will say in typical fashions ‘Wah! New shoe again ar? Need to many meh?’ - The FIL also always comment whenever we buy stuff. Each time we return home with a big bag or carrier, he will comment ‘Wah! Buy things again? Need to many meh?’. He has no idea that we are starting a new home for the first time and details like chopsticks have to be purchased and in no way I’m using whatever hand-me-downs. - The MIL always, whenever we come home early, comments ‘Wah! So early? Why never say want to eat dinner at home?’ For basic reason, we don’t want to eat dinner at home and that’s why we never say. And for basic reason, she don’t get it. - The MIL always thinks that whenever we go out at night means that we must be going for midnight shows. I think we’re too old to stay up late. My life got pretty interesting living here. Now I treasure privacy and quietness a hell lot more. HOME Final topic. I really hope it’s final. I can’t believe that in about 2 months time (less than that in fact), I will be able to step into my new house. My spanking fucking new house!! Shit, I’m so excited I could pee in my pants!!! After 5 fucking long years, it is finally here! We are gearing up on our purchases, living it lying around the home without much complaining. But including about a month of renovation, I hope we can move in by end Jan 2010. I can predicate now that once we have the keys, we will be popping by every other day, especially Sam. He volunteered to manage the renovation of the house. Goodbye noise, goodbye funny people, goodbye bad luck and last but not least (hopefully) goodbye stinky old job. Phew, writing so much makes me really exhausted! current mood: bouncy

(Sin)

Friday, October 30th, 2009

(Sin)

sophiaysf

1:51p I was rambling to Sam one day about how stupid and clueless a friend of mine is and he simply concluded my behavior as – ‘You just hate stupid old women’. I fought back but after much thought, I think I bloody do! In fact, more than that, I hate stupid people, especially stupid old women. I use the word old loosely, it can mean matured women from the age of 21 to 100 (depends on how long you live) and for any women passing the age of innocence where stupidity doesn't really work anymore. As far as I’m concerned, there’s a huge percentage of women out there that just refuses to use their brains (regardless of size) to make the simplest decision. I pity their spouse really. This friend of mine, tasked to arrange an outing, despite given specific instructions (halal, centralized, ignore the non-attendees, etc) she still makes mistakes. She called me like half a dozen times to ensure that I’m ok with the location, date, timing, blab blab blab (clothes that she’s wearing?), and for Christ sake, I simply don’t fucking care! In the end, it was cancelled. I don't get such people, why you do need everybody’s approval? Can’t you just lead for once? Sadly my mom’s like that too. She never really did make any big decisions in her life accept to insist to marry my dad (for practical reasons I reckon). Everything about her is decided by people around her and I’m one of her consultant. At times I get so irritated that my poor husband needs to take over. I make way too many decisions at work, I just need someone else to take the driver seat. I guess that’s part of the result why I left my previous relationship. It turns out that the guy wanted someone else to take the driver’s role and he just wants to permanently sit at the back row. Thankfully Sam at times still takes over in easier situations. Confrontations, argument and bargaining I still have to take charge. It’s the good cop bad cop thing and guess what, I designated to be the bad cop for the rest of my life. Anyway, I took on the task to arrange for a large gathering today, ensuring that it’s Halal (finally some Malay friends joining), central, affordable and buffet. I hate splitting cheques hence making it free flow for a standardized fee. I don't really care who attends, even if there is just me and another person, we will still sit and eat and have a good time. So in typical sense, she texted me and asked me who is going. I replied that I don't know (actually I don't fucking care) and I will only know when I’m there. She was quite shocked by my reply and proceed to asked me when train station is the nearest… oh lord! I hate neediness, it irritates the hell out of me and in our internet age, everything is searchable. I remembered she called me once and told me that she and her friend are interested to setup an online store, I told her great and asked her what she wants to sell. She has no idea and asked me to recommend suppliers to her. I’m like quite literally pulling my hair off. Don't you first confirm a product, find several suppliers, confirm on a good price, determine the shipment method THEN decide on placing it on the web? She asked me which website is good for online service, I told her to go Facebook, but deep down inside I’m just speechless. I just admire her total naivety. Let’s hope that I can control my temper tonight, I might need to drink more in the office before visiting them. current mood: irritated

(Sin)