Lancome Hypnose Mascara turns from bad to good

I was going to take my company pass photo again and decided to give Lancome Hypnose mascara another chance It used to make the end of my eyelashes droop. I applied on my eyelashes two days ago using zig-zag motion by slowly zig-zag up the mascara wand. The result is much better than applying by sweeping my eyelashes up.

Here's a photo of my eye after application of the mascara. My eyelashes looks like having eyelash extension since my eyelashes are short to start with. I'm satisfied with the result except that it took slightly more time to apply.









I apply using zig-zag motion.

I will be going to lao gong's friend's house to celebrate x'mas. Probably we will buy some famous amos cookies and a bottle of alcoholic drink to his house since his friend will be buying the log cake and other essential to make it a joyous night.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Enjoy your long weekend this week and even for next week.

My new Gucci bag and his Zeno watch

There's a Gucci sales for selected items currently and I told lao gong that I wanted a gucci bag. And he agreed!

We went to Gucci at Paragon yesterday and he bought this for me. My first Gucci bag! I took the photo with my K800i.

While waiting for him, I saw this bag in pink strap. It was retailing at $500 without any discount as it was one of their new collection. Thus I was thick-skinned and asked whether there was any similar bag with discount and she showed me the blue strap bag. It was retailing at $329 after discount. The price was quite reasonable for a Gucci bag.

After lao gong came to the store, I saw a A4 size classic bag but there wasn't any discount. It was retailing at $1130. However both of us have not taken our bonus so no choice, I had to put the bag onto the shelf again.

He bought the blue strap bag for me and it was the last new piece. How lucky I am!

While waiting for the sales associate to return lao gong his card, I saw a wallet. The exterior was the normal printed gucci canvas with red leather trimming and the interior was red leather. There's a red shoes accessory and a gucci silver tag connected together by a chain on the wallet. So pretty!

He wanted to buy the wallet and even asked the sales associate to take a new piece. Luckily, she didn't hear that as she was serving another customer or else I will feel heartpain for him. The wallet was selling for $364 after discount. I quickly asked the sales associate to put it back in the shelf or else I will be tempted to buy it.

He said that this bag is for my x'mas present and valentine day present. I am a happy gal now.

I bought for him a Zeno watch which costs $819 with some discount on 28 Nov 2006 for this year x'mas cum next year valentine day cum next year birthday present. I chose the cheapest one or else I will be broke if I chose the one retailing at $1289 - the second cheapest Zeno watch in Emotus.

I did not take a picture of it. However I found a similar photo of the watch in the website.

Front

Back

Isn't it nice and has "character"? I like the back of the watch. There are 25 jewels in the mechanism of the watch. It's worth the price and a lot of people who own both Zeno and Tag Heuer said that Zeno is more durable than Tag Heuer. I did a lot of research first before buying this watch. Zeno does not advertise at all and invests the money on the product. This helps consumers to buy at a cheaper price for a superior watch. Last but not least, the box is nice.

Some people will think that I bought him an expensive gift while he gave me a slightly cheaper item and not worth it. But love is not measured by money. Furthermore during normal days, he will buy anything that I like. Whenever I am with him, he will buy and pay the food for me and carry my shopping bags. Pls continue doing this forever.

My virtual X'mas tree

I have just created my virtual x'mas tree under the nick of snow_angel. You may drop a msg for me and each msg will become an ornament of my x'mas tree. Currently, it's bare. How to have lots of ornaments when I have just created only?

http://www.mtvasia.com/Funstuff/Xmas/xmas.php

Treasure your loved ones

I always throw my tantrum at lao gong although I really didn't mean it to. Most of the time, he didn't bother talking to me or simply didn't answer what I have asked him.

I always remind him not to smoke and he still continues smoking which I really dislike. The reason is I'm afraid of losing him.

Due to these, I always hang up his calls (or he will hang up my call) before things get worse. Sometimes when we quarrel after meeting up, we will start using vulgarities and I will just ask him to go and die although I don't mean it at all. All I want is his care toward me.

Here's a story which tells us to treasure our loved ones and not to throw tantrums easily. My eyes become watery after reading this.


Only Love

It's a cold February night. People are bustling through the streets, either pulling up their coat collars or wrapping scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm.

It's so cold today.I'm standing at my window, looking at the people moving like little dots. Standing in a heated room, I'm beginning to pity those people. Why don't they go home? Do they plan on wandering until morning?

"Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going crazy." One of the nurses breathe a sign of relief. "Still needs to work overtime on Valentine's Day. It's so unfair!"

"You are fortunate." Another nurse says. "Some people don't have anyone waiting for them."

"You mean Dr. Shu?"

Like Sherlock Holmes, my ears perk up when I hear my name.

"Do you remember how she lost control on this day last year?"

"Of course I do." A nurse shudders. "I've never seen Dr. Shu like that. Crying and yelling, like she was crazy."

They are talking about how I was last year. They are correct. I was out of control, like they said.

"You can't blame Dr. Shu. If my boyfriend died in front of my eyes, I would probably go crazy as well."

"Keep it down. She hasn't left work yet. She might hear you."

The two nurses are too late. I heard the entire conversation through the canvas wall.

"Dr. Shu, what are you doing standing here?"

Just as I was deciding whether or not to reveal myself, another nurse exposed me. I awkwardly step out. The 2 nurses who discussed me start to blush. Their faces became redder than the bow on Valentine's Day chocolates.

"I'm waiting to go home." I pretend that I didn't hear anything.

"Dr. Shu, you must have gotten too involved in your work. It's already past time to go home. See you tomorrow. Happy Valentine's Day!" She waves goodbye.

"Happy Valentine's Day." I wave back and watch the 2 nurses hurry away.

That's fine. I was ready to go home anyway. Even though no lover is waiting for me, at least there's a lazy cat waiting for me to feed.

After I come home, the first thing I do is feed the cat. I forgot when I first had the cat. Probably since last year's Valentine's Day. At that time, I was like an abandoned cat, with eyes filled with despair. Cats don't cry, I do. That's the only difference.

"Better drink all the milk or I'll skin you." I threatened the cat. Her name is Christine, my least favorite English name. I don't know why I named the cat Christine. Christine meowed once to let me know she heard me, but her eyes are complaining about my severity. Her eyes remind me of someone I used to know, standing in front of me with eyes of rebellions.

An year ago today, I had lunch with my boyfriend and took the opportunity to complain to him.

"Today is Valentine's Day. Why didn't you give me any flowers?"

He raised his eyebrow. "Why should I give you flowers? You are not my anyone."

"Then... you should at least give me a card!" I pouted my lips, hurt by his tone.

"I know, I know. After lunch, I'll send you an e-card."

E-card. That sounds so impersonal, but that's the way he is. "You have to e-mail it to me. I'll be waiting." I excitedly smiled and planned to sneak home after lunch to check e-mail. Even though he wouldn't use any romantic words, I still looked forward to the card.

"I can't stand you women. Why do you make such a big deal out of Valentine's Day??" He grumbled while eating his food. His comment induced me to fight with him again.

"You are not romantic at all!! Don't you watch any Japanese drama?"

"Japanese drama? I only watch Discovery Channel."

"Your life is so boring." I made a face at him. "One recent drama was really good. You should have watched it."

"What's that drama called?" He didn't believe in the love portrayed in TV and movies. He always thought they were lies.

"It's called 'Story of A Century'." I gladly answered.

"What kind of trashy plot did it have?"

"What do you mean trash?? Show some respect!" I was so angry. "That drama was very touching, and the theme song was beautiful as well. It's called 'Only Love', performed by Nana Mouskouri." I wonder if he knew who Nana was.
"Nana, I know her. A Greek singer with really expensive albums."

"Her voice is worth it." Even though I secretly agreed with him, I couldn't bring myself to admit it.

"Whatever." He glanced at his watch. "I'll give you 5 minutes to tell me the plot. After that, I'm leaving."

I tried hard to explain 6 hours worth of story in just 5 minutes. The drama portrayed the love stories of 3 generations of women spanning 100 years, from 1901 to 2000. Each generation was portrayed by the same actress. The story was tear-jerking.

"What's so touching about it?" He asked, after listening to the story.

"Don't you think each generation's story is wonderful? If I have such great screen writing ability, I wouldn't be a doctor anymore. I would become a screenwriter."

"If you become a screenwriter, I bet no one would watch the show. The TV station can go out of business." He quickly interjected.

"I'm going back to work. Hurry and send me the card!" I was so mad that I went home immediately, not even finishing my coffee.

As soon as I walked in my door, I turned on my computer and go online.

Staring at the empty in-box, I began to reminisce about how we met. Maybe no one will believe me, but my boyfriend and I were actually neighbors. Our homes were only 1 wall away. Ever since we were kids, we liked to fight with each other all day long. I still remember when I moved to the country that year. Used to the city life, I couldn't get used to the simple life in the country. After school, I would just go home and do nothing. Whenever that happened, he would always come over to tease me.

"Why are you staring off into space??" He loved to pull on my hair. "You're so ugly when you're doing nothing. But you're also not pretty when you smile." In other words, I'm really ugly.

"You're the one who's ugly!" I pull back my hair. "If you think I'm so ugly, why do you visit me??"

"Can't help it. My home is right next to your home." He argued.

"Then I'll move!" The next day, I drew a line in the ground using some white chalk. A line that I forbid him to cross.

That year, we were both in the 5th grade. We couldn't stand each other and hoped the other would move away. But 5 years passed, and neither of us moved. Not only that, we got into the same high school and into the same class.
"You're that infamous couple." All the students and teachers in the school would say whenever they saw us.

"We're not!" I always tried to explain. "We're only neighbors." At that time, I hated my parents for making us live next to him.

"My standard is not that low." He would say. "Who wants her to be a girlfriend?? It's not like I don't have eyes."

"Yes, I know your eyes are on top of your head." I really disliked him. "Better than having eyes on the bottom of my head like you." He implied that I couldn't judge guys. At that time, I had a crush on a senior.

I didn't think that his sarcasm had a hidden meaning. After a while, I found out that the senior student had lots of girlfriends. When I cried about it, he silently passed me a handkerchief and awkwardly held me in his arms.

"I told you he wasn't any good." He roughly comforted me. I cried in his arms the whole night, and began to see him in a different way. Things began to change between us. We still fought all the time, but he started to look at me differently. And I blushed and my heart beat faster when he was near. We both knew: we fell in love with each other.

Even with this knowledge, neither of us said anything. Even though we would not be able to resist and kissed each other constantly. Even though we cared about each other's every moves. Both of us refused to admit our love.

Time flew by quickly, and it was time to face separation. I chose to study medicine, and he chose physics. Yet we still couldn't separate from each other. Our parents worried that we didn't know anyone in Taipei, so they forced us to live in the same apartment building. Once again, we became neighbors. We still fought, but sometimes we fought into the bedroom. Alright, we became lovers, but we still wouldn't say we loved each other. We didn't even spend Valentine's Day together until he saw me share dinner with a man one Valentine's Day. That night, he waited for me in front of my door and said that he would take me out to dinner on Valentine's Day from then on. I have to say that he was very arrogant. But I nodded and accepted his request. Since then, we spent every Valentine's Day together. After graduation, I became an intern. He started a small computer company with some friends and became a programmer. We were busy with our own lives and had no time for a relationship. Three years later, I became a doctor, and his business began to boom. We separately moved to bigger apartments and stopped being neighbors. On the surface, we left each other. In reality, we were still together. We spent every Valentine's Day together but each year became more dreary than the next because he never told me he loved me even with all my hints.

Facing the empty in-box, I suddenly grew very angry. He wouldn't say it and wouldn't send me a card. What did he mean? Who did he think I was? I called his cell phone.

"Hello." He picked up the phone.

"I didn't receive the card." I immediately showed my displeasure.

"You didn't receive it?" He seemed really busy. "But I sent it."

He was really busy but I didn't care. "I didn't receive it. Send it again."

"Okay, I'll send you 100 times. Is that good enough??" He said with impatience. His tone further infuriated me. Is that how lovers speak to each other?

"Don't bother sending it to me. And you don't have to pick me up tonight.

I'll eat dinner by myself."

"Don't be childish, ok? I'm really busy."

"I AM childish!" I hung up the phone and tears rolled down my cheeks.

Childish?? Why didn't he consider the situation? We've gone out for so many years and spent countless Valentine's Day together. I never received any flowers nor cards from him. Now, I just want a little e-card. Is that too much to ask for??

I unplugged the phone from the wall and turned off my cell phone. I didn't want to hear his explanations. After I returned to the hospital, I instructed the receptionist not to forward me any phone calls. I wanted to concentrate on work.

Because there were so many emergencies today, I was sweating 1 hour later and forgot about our argument.

"Dr. Shu, please take a look at that patient."

As I was collecting my equipment, the shrill sound of an ambulance sounded outside the ER. When I stepped out the door, the emergency medics hurriedly wheeled in a gurney.

"What happened to him?" I asked the 1st medic. Everyone else were trying to help put the patient on the gurney. He was covered with blood.

"Car accident." The medic replied. "Very serious. He may die."

I nodded and ran to the operating room with them. When I arrived, the nurses told me that the man had already stopped breathing and also his heartbeat also stopped

"Prepare for shock." I calmly instructed the nurses. Saving people is our duty. We can't lose our calm.

But when I saw who laid on the operating table, I lost my calm. That person was my boyfriend!

"No..." I stood in shock. "NO!!!" I grabbed the paddles and continuously shocked his body. His body bounced up and down from the shocks. The scared nurses went to find another doctor, to tell him that I was crazy.

I didn't know if I was crazy or not. I just wanted to save my lover. Even though we fought all the time. Even though he never showed me his love. I still wanted to save him. He still owed me a card. He couldn't die! I threw away the paddles and began to press on his heart. I pressed with all my strength, hoping it would revive him, but he didn't wake up. He didn't even say "It hurts". He just laid there with his eyes closed, punishing me with his silence.

Dr. Jian angrily pushed me away. By that time, I couldn't see clearly anymore. I cried. I wailed. I bowled until no sounds could come out of my mouth.

"It's too late, Dr. Shu. He's already dead. I'm sorry." Dr. Jian patted me on the shoulder. They knew each other and ate together once. I introduced them.

"He can't die." I shook my head. "He can't die!!" I struggled to run to him.

"Dr. Shu, control yourself!" Dr. Jian slapped me. "I understand what you're going through, but you're a doctor."

Yes, I'm a doctor, but I'm also a regular person. How can Dr. Jian understand how I feel? I've loved him for so many years that it's become a habit. How can I just throw away a habit? Besides, he still owed me a card. "I want him to live! I want him to live!" I ran to him again and tried to knock the life back into his body.

"Take her away!" That day, I lost my control and my professionalism.

And that day happened to be Valentine's Day.

Afterwards, I asked his co-workers why he left work early that day.

They told me that after I hung up the phone, he tried to call me several times but couldn't reach me. Worried, he drove to the hospital to find me and got hit by a large truck on the way.

When I heard this, I froze. My tantrum killed him. Just because of an unmailed card, he died. After that, I lost my privilege to be childish.

Like an abandoned cat, I couldn't even cry anymore. After his death, I couldn't cry anymore, regardless of how touching the plot or how tear-jerking the dialogue. They didn't affect me anymore.

Now, I'm only left with a cat and a seldomly used computer. Stepping over the cat, I turned on the computer. Even though I know no one will send me a mail, I still hoped that someone will remember me on this day.

Meow, meow. I looked at Christine to see what's wrong. She finished her milk. I went into the kitchen to get her more milk then came back to look at the computer screen.

I have.... 100 emails! Who would be bored enough to send me 100 junk mail?

I was just about to delete them all when I received another mail, and this one said: "Because of system error, we could not send these until today.

We apologize for the delay." The sender was my ISP.

I looked at the 1st mail. It showed the send date is last year's Valentine's Day. My heart began to beat fast. Could he have sent these?

With a trembling hand, I opened the mail. The first thing that popped up was a gorgeous red rose set against green leaves. Then a beautiful melody began to play.... "Only Love". I couldn't believe it. The rose was so beautiful and the music was so dreamy. I almost thought I was in a fantasy. Most touching of all were the words underneath the rose, because the words read like a beautiful poem.

"Hwei."

That's my name.

"Knowing you so many years, I've never sent you any flowers. Today I send you a rose."

I received it and it's so beautiful.

"You know we are always fighting. We can never really open our hearts and tell each other how we feel."

Yes, but it's all your fault for being so distant.

"I know I always make you mad by the things I say."

Good that you're admitting it.

"But today I want to say to you: I'm sorry, and I love you."

I waited so many years for those words.

"And I want to tell you a good news. I finally saved enough money."

You already have enough money. Why did you need so much?

"So Hwei, let's get married!! I was afraid to propose to you, because I didn't trust in my ability to give you the good life you deserve. But now I've saved enough money so we don't have to wait anymore."

Who wanted you to wait? I'm already yours.

"Today, I use this card to propose to you. Will you marry me, Hwei? Will you?"

That's the content of the whole card. Like a fool, I kept reading his words and talking to him. It's like I can hear his voice and see him again.

As if it's back to 1 year ago with us constantly fighting.

The song played over and over. Repeating Nana's heartbreaking voice.

Only love can make a memory. Only love can make a moment last. You were there and all the world was young and all it's songs unsung. and I remember you then when love was all, all you were living for, and how you gave that love to me...."

The lyrics of this song fits our love so closely. When he was alive, my world was so young. Every day, I could find a something different to fight with him about. But after he left, my life is only left with memories and coldness that will never go away.

"Will you marry me?"

When I read these words, my tears unconsciously came, wetting the keyboard.

Will I? If he's in front of me, I will definitely kick him and call him a big fool. If I wasn't willing, I wouldn't have waited until today.

So I moved the cursor over the "Reply" box, and typed the response that I've already prepared for so many years - "I will."

I will - be by his side for the rest of my life. I will - fight with him forever. That is how I answered him, but the only response I got was the repeating song "Only Love."

Nevertheless, I opened every single letter, accepted every singled rose, and typed the same response: "I will."
I replied 100 times, and "Only Love" played 100 times. In this cold Valentine's night, the line that's been broken for 1 year finally got reconnected.

I answered you. What about you?

Mistaken as Myolie again

I'm often being mistaken as someone when I'm walking on the streets 2-3 years ago till now. Now it's getting more and more frequent.

They thought that I'm Myolie Wu and some even shouted Myolie Wu to me. There was an incident when a gal who even asked for my signature at Tiong Bahru. When I went in to JB last Sat, Lao Gong told me that there was a gal in City Square who kept on looking at me and told her bf that she saw Myolie.

Even my relatives, lao gong and colleagues said that to me. OMG!!!

How I wish I can be pretty and famous like her! But I'm just too fat to look like her. I know that she filmed a drama a few months ago and purposely ate more to be fatter. Probably that is the reason why people mistaken me as Myolie.

I think I better wear specs more often in case people will be mistaken that I'm Myolie again. Although it's a good thing to look like a pretty babe, I find it pai seh. And I have my own features as we are "manufactured" from different factories.

Here are some photos of Myolie.

Do I look like her???

When I was searching for her photo, I found out that her birthday is only 1 day later than mine.

Tamade

Some people will probably do not know what is 'tamade'. But if I type 'Ta Ma De', most of you should know.

I am flared up with the profile in my blog. My friend told me to change the template and settings, and yet it doesn't work at all.

Luckily, there's always retail therapy for me. Pretty Mendy helped me to buy two Paul & Joe eye gloss (gold and aqua) and the moment I took from her on Sat, I went to try the gold colour out. The eye gloss was so pretty. I used it again on Sunday to Shangri La Hotel and it really makes my eyes go bling bling. I love it!

I can't imagine how many Paul & Joe items I have. Lao Gong even told me not to buy too many cosmetics but I requested him to buy maquillage lipsparkle for me. He agreed....wahahaha.

I shall go and change to my old template now.

Do you dislike anyone?

A psychologist once asked a group of college students to jot down, in thirty seconds, the initials of the people they disliked.

Some of the students taking the test could think of only one person.

Others listed as many as fourteen.

The interesting fact that came out of this bit of research was this: Those who disliked the largest number were themselves the most widely disliked.

When we find ourselves continually disliking others, we ought to bring ourselves up short and ask ourselves the question: "What is wrong with me."

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Often I find that most humans tend to dislike one another. Why can't they just live in harmony and make it into a gracious environment for us to live together happily?

I know that I myself is not a saint as I dislike 2 people. But why must people provoke me to dislike them?

Why can't humans just love and help one another? Isn't it great with love filling in the air?

Nowadays in most schools, they do not teach about building up good character. It's all about MARKS! It's such a pity that we, living in a democratic society, are becoming numb to the people around us.

Questions about holding a wedding dinner with our joint account

Suddenly thought of many questions about having a joint account which I saw in LD although Lao Gong and I have a joint fixed and savings account together.

Why do we need to save and pay for the wedding dinner? This has always been the tradition and culture that the guy's parents pay for it.

Since they always say that we must follow the traditional culture by holding a wedding dinner, why don't they pay since it's part of the tradition that the male parents pay for everything? Then lao gong and I do not have to scrimp and save. We are saving 60% of our salary which left quite little to shop at all. The cost of transport, the cost of lving, the cost of a flat, the cost of everything in Singapore is so high. Needless to say, a wedding table costs around $900.

I just want a honeymoon to japan, paris or vienna. I do not need a grand dinner that vanishes in just 3 hours. It sounds very disheartening to see our money fly away in 3 hours time. Nowadays, people lose money by having a wedding dinner whereas in the past, people will gain some money. Furthermore, it seems to be coming out from my pocket as well. I would rather spend my money on the honeymoon.

Tell me what is a good reason for the female to pay for her own wedding? I can't seem to find a good reason to it.

I just hope that when we hold a wedding dinner, his parents will automatically play a part in paying some of the costs. Luckily nobody reads my blog or else I will be shoot by some people with old mentality.

Why does my profile drop to the bottom of the page?

Arggggg....I have been trying to search in the internet on how to make my profile appear on the top right hand side of my page but there isn't any information about it. And I'm not internet sauvy. Neither my friends is. I'm feeling so sad that I do not even feel like blogging for the past 1 month plus. Someone...Pls help me!