Archive for August, 2009


Hectic Week

Ever since my parents have decided to take me to the MotherLand with them, my schedule suddenly became chaotic. Instead of my usual allocation of one week of relaxation and tv binging, I had to ensure that all my ducks are in a straighter than straight row before I take off to another country – books purchased, documents signed, faxed, and mailed, specific toiletries acquired, tickets bought. I have to admit that my brain has been on overdrive since this trip was finalized.

In addition to it all, Mr Shell and I attended his bestfriend’s wedding over the weekend which essentially occupied Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Needless to say, I am anxious, antsy, excited, and overwhelmed. I tried to blog three times over the week and they all ended in nothingness. My thoughts are so scrambled that I can barely get them down on paper the computer. This is one of those times I wish I know how to meditate. Maybe the hum of the plane propellers tomorrow will soothe me.


How True

Courtesy of PHD Comics:


Girly Friday

I have sensitive, combination skin and I realized that I have not really encountered any blogs that addressed this issue. Recommendations are always either for sensitive skin or combination skin, but both skin types together are never discussed. Since puberty, I have spent a good chunk of my life experimenting and combining different face products always with the hopes of achieving the unattainable perfect regimen. Of course, this does not exist due to many factors; however, having a semblance of a regimen allows me to adjust accordingly without creating damage to my skin. With the lack of information on the web, I decided to share my regimen and maybe it will help someone out there seeking one of their own.

Here is a list of the products that I use (with pictures).

Face Wash:

AM – Neutrogena Oil-Free Acne Wash in pink grapefruit foaming scrub

– I love the smell and the scrub feels great on the skin.

PM – Avene Cleanance Gel

– The perfect cleanser for removing makeup. There was never any makeup residue on my makeup pad when applying my toner after cleansing with this gel.


AM – Lancome Pure Focus Toner

– Shine no more. Sun City really tested this toner’s ability to control and mattify. It really works plus it makes my pores less visible.

PM – T.N. Dickinson’s Witch Hazel Toner

– Since the face wash I use has salicylic acid, I opted for a natural and effective toner. It doesn’t dry out my skin. There is a downside though; it has a strong smell. It took some time before I got used to the smell.


AM – Lancome Aqua Fusion Tinted Moisturizer Spf 15

–  The only moisturizer with spf that does not irritate my skin. It also comes without tint, but I prefer the tinted moisturizer since I do not usually wear makeup.

PM – Avene Cleanance K

– Perfect for controlling blemishes and blackheads. Some people say it stings, but I noticed that ever since I used my toner the sting is gone. I think it stings only when it is used with other face products with a high percentage of salicylic acid.

Exfoliating Scrub

– St. Ives Apricot Scrub Blemish and Blackhead Control (once a week). I adore this scrub. I tried the more expensive scrubs before and they do not compare to the way this makes my skin feel. It’s awesome.

Questions and comments are welcome 🙂


That Cultural Thang

A couple of weeks ago my Mom informed me that she wants me to go to the MotherLand with them to visit my Grandfather because of his deteriorating health. And up until yesterday, it seemed that it may be difficult for me to make this trip. Even though my advisor secured all the documents that I need to travel, my schedule was still pretty hectic to accommodate the trip. However, as if the universe really wanted this to happen, my scheduled 5 day trip to Texas was cancelled last minute. Neere confirmed yesterday that we will not be attending their family reunion anymore. As a result, it seems that what was once an almost unattainable trip is now definitely possible. I spoke to my Mom earlier tonight and she confirmed it. I will be going to visit the MotherLand.

Normally, I would be excited at this point. Who wouldn’t want to visit a tropical country, see family, and surround themselves with their culture? Sadly, I am feeling conflicting emotions. A part of me is excited and happy that I have the chance to see my grandparents and relatives again after so many years yet another part of me is feeling anxious about how I will be perceived when I am there.

I am concerned about not being able to communicate properly to my family. I have full comprehension of my parents’ dialect; however, I am the farthest thing from fluent in their dialect. It also won’t be a surprise if questions about my education will surface. In their world, I am supposed to done school and be a working adult by now or worse already be a doctor, engineer, nurse, teacher, dentist, architect, lawyer, judge, or accountant by now (since other careers don’t really exist for them). I dread having to explain myself.

Then there’s my appearance. I mentioned in a previous post about how my family is weight-centric and now I am heading towards the core of the cultural obsession with weight. Yes, this is creating some anxiety inside me. Unfortunately, I have not been able to shed the weight I gained late last year which only means one thing….I will not just be fat in their eyes…I will be REALLY fat. It bothers me that I care about what they think. It also saddens me that this is even an issue. Ever since I was young, I never fit the tiny Asian mold. Apparently, my parents grabbed a mold from the wrong cabinet, but they kept me and loved my shape as much as they could muster. I can’t really blame my family as it is the culture that shaped their views. Just my luck that being an Asian female equates to a very narrow range of acceptable weights.

So there I will be…Foreign and Fat.

*sigh* I really need to prepare myself for this.


My Two Cents on Healthcare

All the news about healthcare has made me more inclined to avoid following its stories. Obviously, this is quite a difficult task as it is literally the current topic of choice everywhere. The glimpses that I was privy to really proved that I made a good choice in attempting to avoid this discussion. Don’t get me wrong. My indifference has nothing to do with an uncaring stance towards healthcare. My primary reason for this avoidance is the sheer idiotic conversations and arguments that surface ever so quickly the minute healthcare is brought up. Seriously, universal healthcare does not equate hippies and socialism ran amuck. Many individuals need to realize that the PERFECT system does NOT exist. There are always pros and cons to every plan that will be brought to the table. Nevertheless, it is an issue of attempting to select the choice with the most pros to most individuals while avoiding as much cons to as many people as possible. This is not an easy choice and something I am glad that I do not have to make; however, many choose to focus solely on the negatives of any possible solution that it results in a stagnant system. There is nothing wrong with criticism as long as one is impartial enough to be able to accept wholly the advantages as well. For now, if you have nothing to contribute but complaints, without providing any alternatives or suggestions, and basing your said complaints on conjecture (ie. I spoke to Joe Schmoe from <insert country with universal healthcare> and he had to wait 3 months for a finger surgery so lucky him it didn’t fall off in the 3 months he waited. Universal healthcare will be the death of us all said the MediCare patient), look into yourself and think before you speak. Pollution does not merely refer to smog and a depleting ozone layer. It also refers to asinine discussions that continuously spreads poison to the unknowledgeable and at times gullible. So….Be Green, Think Green and Save the Planet.


The Name of the Game

After reading Manny’s post, I knew I just had to do this meme. It’s pretty fun and slightly difficult.

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s harder than you think.

Your Artist: Abba

Are you male or female: Chiquitita

Describe yourself: Dancing Queen

How do you feel about yourself: Super Trouper

Describe where you currently live: Summer Night City

The first thing you think of when you wake up: Voulez Vous

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Tropical Loveland

Your favorite form of transportation: Eagle

Your best friend is: Mamma Mia

Your favorite color is: Honey, Honey

What’s the weather like: Sitting in the Palm Tree

If your life were a TV show, what would it be like: I have a Dream

What is life to you: The Winner Takes It All

What is the best advice you have to give: People Need Love

If you could change your name it would be: Waterloo (hehehe)

Describe your type of work: Should I Laugh or Cry

Your favorite food is: On Top of Old Smokey

My soul’s present condition: Knowing Me, Knowing You

The faults I can bear: Money, Money, Money

How would you describe your love life: Head over Heels

What are you going to post this as: The Name of the Game


More to Love

Much like a car wreck, I somehow could not resist watching the second episode of More to Love.  It was the lack of options last week that led to my viewing of the first episode to begin with. Average girls simply seeking their Prince Charming who happens to be an average guy too. I admit my curiosity was slightly piqued by this supposed different twist of the long running The Bachelor. It certainly is a novel concept; however, its novelty cannot overcome the fact that it is pretty much More of the Same Thing.

The show consists of a group of women desperately seeking their dream guy by competing against other women except, this time around, we have a guy who doesn’t have a six pack and women with such low self-esteem that they are highly emotionally labile. On both episodes, there has been at least one woman crying over their body image and nonexistent dating life. One of the contestants has stalker potential as she strongly believes that it was love at first sight when she saw Mr More to Love. Another already began the sabotage move to eliminate the competition while a different girl acts better than everyone because she only “got fat” after high school. Many felt she shouldn’t be there at all since she’s been skinny before. Of course, the show has the token snob who is hated by everyone. In this case though (second episode), her being picked last in the group task was celebrated and she was the only one who had the pleasure of going on an alone date with Mr More to Love.

So, how is this really different from any of the other Bachelor shows? Well, other than the minimal parades of women in bikinis and a form of breakdown in every episode, there really are no differences. Cattiness and hierarchy are clearly myopic to whatever number is displayed on the scale. Their previews are filled with women crying. After the second episode tonight, I have decided to stop watching the show. A part of me just cannot bear watching women, who are already suffering from body image issues and social exclusion, be treated like commodity despite the fact that they joined the show through their own volition.


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