Confidence

Top: Nichii (Similar here) | Culottes: True Decadence (Similar here) | Bag: Gracious Aires (Similar here)

Necklace: Lovisa (Similar here) | Ring: Butler & Wilson (Similar here) | Shoes: ASOS (Similar here)

My sister Mousie came back for the holidays and as part of our sisterly bonding, she arranged a facial for both of us at her regular facial therapist when she's in Singapore - A Confidence. Ok it's pretty chingchongcheenapiang sounding but they use Guinot products and speak in good English so let's get past that. 

There are 3 ladies who run the place:

• The elderly proprietor whom I shall refer to as Momma 
• The daughter of Momma
• The lady who may or may not be related but was in charge of slathering my body with oil and massaging it. I'll call her the Masseuse.

My sister had really sold me on the various facial activities that would happen but I really wasn't prepared for such an experience. We went to this small little shop in RELC and were ushered into the back room by the Daughter. The back room is basically one larger room, separated by curtains. Inside the room were Momma and Masseuse, sitting in wait to apply various liquids to my face. 

I was told me to remove my top and lay down. I'm not shy so I just took it off, bra and all, but it was kind of strange to be removing one's clothes in front of 3 strangers who were just sitting there, looking. 

Momma then started the facial and I'd like to describe it in full details but honestly there were SO many applications of so many things that I actually lost count. Also, I had some kind of wet tissue placed over my eyes so I couldn't see anything and had to just experience various sensations.

Some notable moments include: 

• The vibrator for my eyes. Yeeeeaaaah I know how that sounds but I don't know what it was, but they placed it above my closed eyes and it was vibrating. 
• The steamer which would suddenly eject warm steam to my face which was actually quite pleasant but it made me giggle because I wasn't expecting it
• The extraction which the Daughter did for me and was the most pleasant extraction I've ever had because normally it feels like I'm being attacked with a needle.
• The zapzap machine which was like two metal spatulas being rolled around my face while giving very very slight static shocks. It wasn't uncomfortable and it was so light I wasn't sure it was actually happening or whether it was my imagination.
• The squid.

I have to go into detail about the squid because it was hilariously weird. There were 4 strips of what felt like a heavy squid being laid on my face. It was room temperature and I guess it was like a mask of some sort, then the Daughter (I think) started rolling some kind of super cold rolling stick (maybe) thing over the squid which would actually make the cold go through the squid and feel like liquid nitrogen was being applied to my face. 

Anyway, during the entire facial, the masseuse was giving my arms and legs a massage, and after massaging each limb, she'd apply a warm liquid that felt like it had bits of wet tissue paper in it, then wrap the limb in plastic. Strange but also quite relaxing. 

Momma asked me if I fell asleep at any point during the facial but I definitely didn't because there was just so much happening and I'm pretty sure I felt like how a baby first out of the womb feels, like omg what is this what is that is this real life what is going on???? 

After all these experiences, I'd say my skin looks not bad, although I don't think I have bad skin to start with. The treatment, as a first timer, cost about $60 with an additional cost for the leg massage (Mousie treated so I don't know the actual cost). It's generally pricey, but it's a 2 hour non-stop experience session for about $120 I think so not too shabby if you hate facials where they leave you in a cold room with a mask on your face and you're left to only your thoughts. 

Good to consider if you feel like normal facials are just too run of the mill or if you feel like you need to know what expensive cold squid on the face feels like.

Thanks to Mousie for the treat and to A Confidence for giving me the confidence to strip in front of 3 strangers, and for you, for reading all the way to the end!

Girl, you'll be a woman soon

Top: Smooch the Label | Culottes: True Decadence | Shoes: ASOS

Necklace: Mango (Similar here) | Ring: Lovisa (Similar here) | Clutch: DKNY (Similar here)

As the 'baby' of the family, I am totally sheltered and I've been spoiled rotten by my mother and sister. When I go to restaurants with either of them, I don't even bother to look at the menu and just let them order food for me. My mother still makes my breakfasts.

So true-talk: I don't have any clue what it means to be an adult. So sometimes, when I come across lists that purportedly tell you just how you should behave, I go through the list and try to check it off as if it proves that I AM MATURE and that I KNOW THINGS.

Here's a list from Glamour Magazine that I found fun:
30 Things Every Woman Should Have and Know by the Time She's 30

By 30, you should have:

1. One old boyfriend you can imagine going back to and one who reminds you of how far you’ve come.
Hmmmm. OBVIOUSLY yes to the latter! Screwwwww you you-know-who-you-are!!
2. A decent piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in your family.
Did I tell you I bought chairs recently??
3. Something perfect to wear if the employer or man of your dreams wants to see you in an hour.
How do you think Ryan Gosling feels about my birthday suit?
4. A purse, a suitcase and an umbrella you’re not ashamed to be seen carrying.
I don't know about you but I think it's really stupid to be ashamed to be seen carrying an umbrella. If it's raining, and I have a stupid umbrella, maybe I'd be all 'HAHA you don't have an umbrella cos you're too cool to be seen carrying the umbrella that reads "colon cleansing for everybody" or something and now you're just a wet judgyface human!!'
5. A youth you’re content to move beyond.
Neverrrrrrrrr
6. A past juicy enough that you’re looking forward to retelling it in your old age.
Hell yeah. *wink wink*
7. The realization that you are actually going to have an old age—and some money set aside to help fund it.
Oh crap.
8. An e-mail address, a voice mailbox and a bank account—all of which nobody has access to but you.
Who has a voice mailbox these days??
9. A résumé that is not even the slightest bit padded.
Of course (if you're my boss reading).
10. One friend who always makes you laugh and one who lets you cry.
I even have the friend that makes me laugh till I cry. I win at life.
11. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill and a black lace bra.
That is such a weird list but yes I do happen to have those things and I use them concurrently because that is always how you should do home repairs.
12. Something ridiculously expensive that you bought for yourself, just because you deserve it.
I'm a cheapo so everything is ridiculously expensive to me.
13. The belief that you deserve it.
HELL YEAH GIRL POWER!
14. A skin-care regimen, an exercise routine and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that don’t get better after 30.
Skin-care regimen - of course. Exercise routine - Sorta I routinely avoid it. A plan - Delusion is the plan.
15. A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better.
I'm F*CKED

Anyway, my response to the second part of the list will be in my next post and I'm sure you'll be waiting with baited breath to see just how grown up I totally am.

Thanks for reading!

Not a supermodel

T-shirt: Uniqlo (Similar here)

Culottes: Vintage (Similar here)

Bag: Gift from Wendy (Similar here) | Shoes: Aldo (Similar here)

Sunglasses: Ray Ban | Necklace: Mango (Similar here)

Ring: Gift from Manman (Similar here)

My love affair with the white t-shirt started when I started reading fashion magazines - I'd see leggy supermodels wearing their white tees paired with some distressed jeans and I thought, 'hey that seems easy'. I was sorely disappointed. My body proportions are not like those of a supermodel (GASP WHAT A SHOCK) so I kinda just looked like a stumpy little Giordano salesgirl.

This is not me.

I've given up the dream of the white tee and jeans combo (plus it is just too hot to wear jeans most days) but I'll take that leather jacket, Giselle. GIMME.

Thanks for reading!

Hippie high

Top: Uniqlo | Pants: Uniqlo (Similar here)

Bag: Comme Des Garcon (Similar-ish here)

Shoes: Charles & Keith

Necklace: Gift (Similar here)

It's a Friday so my brain is pretty much on a vacation now and when that happens, I go through the day with some really fun (if fun = strange) thoughts so I figured I would share it with you since sharing is caring and I've established from yesterday's post that I am nice.

Top thoughts for today are:

• I'm rocking the corporate hippie look with my chicken-pants* and bib necklace. At least this is what I think a corporate hippie would look like. Or a corporate clown. I'm strangely fine with either.
• I bet I could make my bag out of recycled paper. I should try. How hard could it be?**
• I wonder if people think I'm wearing pajama pants. Wouldn't be the first time I guess.
• I feel so tall. I should invest in stilts. I'm going to make stilt walking a thing. 

I think I'm onto something.

Thanks for reading, watch this space, my next big idea is going to be award-winning surely. No. I am not high.

* I call them chicken-pants because they are so wide you can stuff chickens in them. Yes, I know I can also stuff cats or cushions or whatever else. Don't rain on my parade, you butt.
** I have 9214709714645329874321 paper cuts and I think I'm dying.