Party Your Halloween Stylishly - SugarSkull

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Halloween is just a week plus away!
Have you gotten any ideas what is going to be your get-up for this Halloween?
"Oh my goodness! I have got no special costume for that day! I totally sucks at creative make-up! I don't have the proper costume make-up kit!"You don't wish to dress skimpily like the other girls.

Fret not!
I'm here to help you.

The get-up I'm in for these post is really simple and super wearable!
The kind of "face" I drew was actually called SugarSkull. 
It can be sweet, dark and elegant depending on the colour you chose to use and the designs you drew. For more ideas, go Google it.



I drew my own face with cosmetic products which I believe every girl would have in their make-up pouch. 

For make-up, all you need are:
1 - Foundation (Be it liquid or powder)
2 - Black eyeliner
3 - Black and white eye shadow
4 - Red lipstick
5 - Diamantes (Purely optional)

See! All you need are these!

Go Google on the kind of SugarSkull face which you want for your Halloween.
Just to let you know,  I actually used white eyeshadow on top on my foundation to give me that pale look. It looks perfect! And don't forget your neck area!

For the stitched-mouth, I first draw in the lines with my black eyeliner and then go over it with black shadow. This is to give that bit of smudged up look.

For the Eye Socket area, I first draw an outline with a brown pencil before filling it in.
Because I didn't want to fill it in with black eyeliner, I fill it in with black eyeshadow.
But do take note! Dampen your brush a bit first before you go picking up that black on your palette.
The reason being is, this way, the black eyeshadow colour would be more intense rather than patches. This applies the same for your nose.

And if you like to, you can actually paste Diamantes to bling up the whole look.

For dressing:
1 - Black leather jacket
2 - Black leather leggings

If you have a Yukata lying around in your house, you can pair this look with it too.

For hair:
I did a faux mohawk hairstyle.
My first attempt, not too bad I must say. LOL!



It is really really simple to do. There, I have provided you the video of the tutorial below.



For accessories:
I didn't use much. Only a wooden cross and a hairpin to deco my hair.

And then there you go!
Now you can party your Halloween night stylishly!

The best part? It cost you nothing!
Not too much effort but you still look great!

 Keep watching this space as I might be posting other simple get-ups for Halloween!
All for you!

Just A Random Update

Halloween is like 2 weeks away. I don't know why I kept having the impression that Halloween is on the 10th of Oct. Halloween is definitely one of my most favorite festival, but believe it or not, I have never celebrated Halloween before. I mean it's like unlike in other countries, people still go door to door for Trick-or-Treat. But in Singapore, I am given the impression that it is about either pubbing or clubbing with scantily clad females and hopeful males. I don't know about you, but I feel that it is no different from normal days except the twist of dressing.

Halloween: The evening of October 31, the eve of All Saints' day is observed by children in costumes who solicit treats often by threatening with minor pranks.

If only I could dress up and go knocking on doors for treats.

But obviously the only treats I will be getting from doing that are only annoyed stares and probably a good hell of scoldings.

Anyway, I would be working during that day, fat chance am I going to celebrate it.

Anyway, I have started work and I am working days 6 days a week. 

Hell it is draining energy from me.

 I want to climb up the corporate ladder.

Probably aiming too high but I hope I would get what I want. I want to be a successful lady. It would definitely take time.

I applied at 2 companies for interviews.

Company A arranged an interview for me.

The first interview went pretty smoothly. The interviewer asked if I am sure I want to work there. He felt that I am 'over-qualified' for just an Admin position and could have applied for better job with better pay. I replied with a firm yes. He then proceeds on filling me with the information on the job scopes expected of me. I was pretty shocked that an admin there actually have to do sales (some more have to hit sales quota horz!) My asking pay was $1*** and he asked what is the lowest I can go, I quoted lower than $1***. I felt that it was justified since I have to do sales too and I do not get any commission from it. He asked if I am ok with working 5.5 days a week and probation pay of $1600. I thought about it and said I'm fine with it. I mean it is of no harm since I do not have sufficient working experience. He then asked me if I am sure that I want to work there and I replied "yes". With that, he arranged a second interview for me.

The second interview was with a personnel from higher management.

He too briefed me on the job scopes and I thought " So, am I going to get employed since the both of them kept briefing me on my job scopes?" And then, he saw my asking pay. He said "Hmm... $1800..." before going onto other stuffs and ended the interview with " We will call you."

I left thinking was it because my asking pay was too high? 

I later learnt that small companies don't usually pay high to their employees and love to exploit them. Never mind that. I can't complain about that.

Then I went for an interview for Company B.

And yeah! I am damn happy that I have gotten the job on the first interview! Initially I thought the interviewer was pulling my leg but hell no! Although I've got to work 6 days a week, but the probational and after-confirmation salary is way way higher than the  first company. 

Not bad for a start!


Because of the nature of my job, I have changed my dressing totally.
Guess what, my sister was so kind to sponsor me with office wear (dresses) and kept a good look-out for clothes which she thinks are suitable for work and yet kept the style I love. * Talking about having a good sister * I chose dresses which allow me to ride to work. 

For example, this...



Now the clothes in my wardrobe are collecting dusts. They are too casual to be work-attire. I have only a few pieces of office wear and I absolutely hated them. The skirt that I have doesn't allow me to ride to work and I look so skinny in it. Thank goodness I am able to ride with stilettos. But now, I often sport pumps to work for comfort. 

So far, I am pretty happy working there. It keeps me occupied and I definitely learn a lot. I am exposed to different aspects of a company's operations. There is space for growth. I feel that there is a better chance of proving myself here as compared to Company A. I will definitely work towards my goal and hopefully I will get there.

Stop Labeling Me As An Anorexic Already

This is a pure ranting post!

I have enough of  people passing the remark that I am anorexic.

NO! I'M NOT FUCKING ANOREXIC!

I can totally understand when my friends tell me to eat more. I understand where they are coming from. They know me. 

But being labelled as an anorexic by strangers? ( I still can accept people calling me skinny as I can't deny that fact.) It is almost like an insult to me.  It is the same as them passing a remark "Hey! She/he is fat." They don't know my eating habits and my lifestyle.

And no, I'm not trying to flaunt my skinny-ness here. I'm not proud of it.

Yes, I am skinny...

But definitely not anorexic!

My kitten is depicting exactly how I am feeling.

The word is Frustration.

Continue reading and I will tell you why I am not anorexic.

But first, let's define someone who is an anorexic.

Someone who is an anorexic has an eating disorder that is characterized by the belief that he or she is fat, even when this person is dangerously thin. An anorexic have an eating disorder called Anorexia Nervosa, whereby a person can literally starve himself or herself to death. Anorexics have an intense and overwhelming fear of body fat and weight gain, with repeated dieting attempts and excessive weight loss.

Now, let's take a look at the symptoms of Anorexia.

- A refusal to eat

- An intense desire to be thin

- Repeated dieting attempts

- Excessive weight loss

- Refuses to maintain the minimal body weight

- Misses at least 3 consecutive menstrual cycles

Let me clear the air once and for all. I'm sick of repeating myself again and again.

First and foremost, I DO NOT HAVE ANY EATING DISORDER. It's just that I have a very small appetite and hence, I eat many small meals. I don't starve myself to death! I don't avoid food, I don't even avoid oily foods which some girls do. You will never ever hear me saying "Oh no! I'm going to get fat by eating these." Never! In fact, I love junk food and eat them between meals.

Secondly, I do not fear of gaining weight. In fact, I'm hungry for it.

I know very well that I'm skinny. I have girls telling me how they are envious of me. But I told them no, they wouldn't be. Not all clothes look great on a skinny body like mine. 

In fact. I envy them. I want to have a curvier body with a booty. 

I mean I'm already happy with my body shape with my given weight, but of course more would be better. ;)

Just so to let you know, I have been underweight since the day I was born. It's up to you to believe it or not. My mum was pretty much worried that she had tried all means to make me gain weight but to no avail. I remember vividly how my mum used to give us appetite boosters tablets to eat. It was the orange and sweet kind.

Standing at 1.6m, my supposed minimal weight is 51kg and now I'm only 37.5kg.

My weight has been fluctuating between 37kg and 40kg all these years.

The heaviest I've gotten was only a mere 45kg (5-6 years ago) after gaining an 8kg. I was taken back.

I went home telling my Grandma and my family. I was ecstatic. It was a pleasant surprise for all of them but that damn 8kg, isn't really noticeable on my body except for my face. Only my cheeks grew chubbier. My Grandma jokingly said where the hell has the 8kg gone to. However, it did not last for more than a week. I lost weight even though I was eating normally. 

It was a short-lived joy.

No matter how much I eat, it seems impossible for me to gain weight. It would take months for me to gain 1-2 kg but only a few days to lose it. It's difficult to maintain my weight, let alone gaining weight. I blame it on high metabolism rate.

From my understanding, eating small meals actually do not encourage weight-gaining and I tried eating large meals. Well, that didn't work out well for me either. I feel sick after eating large meals, therefore I reverted back to eating many small meals.

What's good about being skinny?

There's nothing good about it.

I don't look good in everything, especially in classic office wear.

I can't find any jeans which fits me really well.

Speaking of jeans, let me talk about shorts. I have been criticised about my short shorts.

What they don't understand is that as the size of shorts increases, its length increases proportionally right. Correct me if I'm wrong. 

But I'm wearing S size shorts to accommodate my small thighs, so the shorts would naturally look shorter on my long legs. Am I right? If I'm short like 1.5m+, then the pair of S size shorts would look perfectly fine on me, but I'm 1.6m.

Not only do I have difficulty in searching for suitable jeans but also shorts. It is really difficult to find a pair of small sized shorts with a length deemed decent as shorts for my height, not short shorts.

At least my own shorts doesn't expose my butt cheeks like nobody's business.

Continuing the list are...

I'm labelled as an anorexic though I am not one.

My female lumps shrink. It's depressing.

Because I'm severely underweight, I've got low blood pressure and low blood sugar. As a result, I get giddy or fainting spells at times. At times, migraines can occur. Fun meh?

But I'm glad I'm healthy generally. I rarely fall sick and my menstrual cycle is regular.

Now you know what it really is, so don't anyhow label me as an Anorexic ok.

Fanciful Splash of Milk

Had been pretty much occupied the past few days.

The damned insomnia didn't make anything better for me. I could easily go sleepless for as long as 36 hours and then I would get a 10 hours of sleep. It would be fine if I haven't got anything on, but it just sucks when I need to go to work with that condition.

Can you just imagine my frustrations?

That happened on the 4th of August. I went for a photoshoot without any darn sleep. I swear I could hardly focus while riding.

That aside, this photoshoot deviates from other shoots I have done. 

The theme for this is "Milk". The whole idea was to splash milk over me.

I was pretty much excited wondering how would the whole shoot turn out.

Yeah, I had milk and water splashed over me for 4 hours (with short breaks in between of course).

You can say I've got a good milk bathe!

If I recall correctly, 5kg of milk powder and numerous packets of fluid milk were used for this shoot.

That's a whole lot of milk!

Each time before I change to a new outfit, I am splashed with water to wash off the milk. Hence, there are photos are water splashing instead of milk.

My fingers ended up pruning.

I have to admit that the first few shots were pretty screwed up because of my face.

My face was giving the kind of "Oh fuck! Milk is coming! Gotta cringe my face!" look.

Oh man! I didn't want the whole shoot to turn out to be futile and kept telling myself I gotta keep my cool. Gotta Maintain! Gotta keep my freaking eyes open!

One of the photographers told me that it's ok, it's normal for me to shut my eyes when I see milk splashing towards me. lol!

Ah ha! After few splashes, I managed to keep my eyes opened.

But the bad thing was, milk repeatedly went into my eyes and my sight turned blurry.

Curse you damn milk!

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS!

I love how the milk splash ended up looking like a piece of clothing on me!

Don't you love it too?

It wasn't scary to have milk or water constantly splashing at me, but it HURTS LIKE A BITCH when it entered up my nostrils and ears. I gagged and my ears were blocked up. There were a few times I was pushed sideways when the splash was freaking huge.

The smell of milk stayed in my hair for two days although I have washed my tresses numerous times with tonnes of shampoos.

Despite all these, I am really glad that the photos turned out well. 

Patience from the photographers, the preparations and pain were not all for nothing!

I am really happy with the results!

Photo credits to: Mike S, Fixalation Photo and Ben Yeow.

P.S. Gotta take a look at the photos taken by the other photographers.

On  a side note, Fixalation was saying how this photo looks like a Merlion!

I can't agree anymore!

My Second Riding Trip - Desaru (150712)

Hello! I'm back finally!

Haven't been blogging for quite some time now. So I will be backlogging for now.

Let's rewind back to 15th July 2012.

It was a day I had been looking forward to anxiously and also a day that I will not forget (you will see why later).

I made myself a promise in "My Virgin Riding Trip - Kota Tinggi" post that I would get ample sleep before riding, I failed at it again. So, I was sleepy, AGAIN.

DBT, Reagan and myself met YingHao, Daniel and Kelvin beneath the bridge (or flyover or whatever you call it) at 9 plus. It was a good thing there was no traffic jam. Headed over to a supposedly-famous Bak Kut Teh stall in JB  for breakfast before heading for Desaru.

The Bak Kut Teh was average really.

Not sure if it is not to my liking or it's because I'm sleepy.

When I was editing this photo, I was wondering what made Kelvin smiling so happily.

Filling up our bikes with enough petrol for the journey. And also a smoke break after breakfast for some of us. lol!

Spot the only retarded headlights amidst the big boys!

YingHao and his prized bike, Triumph 675. Outcasting himself from the pack by parking away from us. Maybe he didn't thought that I would be taking photos at the petrol station. This guy here, told me that it is a good thing I was riding too, otherwise he would be the only odd-one out in the Yamaha pack.

Senai Desaru Expressway Bridge was our next stop.

The rest of them zoomed past me, except for DBT who was looking after me. I desperately wished that I could go faster but obviously my bike can't.

DBT told them to go ahead and ride at the speed they want.

Unlike Kota Trip where there were only 3 of us including myself, I can't expect the rest of them to be tortured with me. lol! But of course they are not assholes who didn't wait for us.

A group photo of  all the riders~

The view was spectacular!

I couldn't take my eyes off the perfect fluffy clouds! They were super "3-D" unlike those in Singapore.

Maybe it's because of the absence of tall buildings! I don't know.

Such a lovely sight to behold that I kept staring at them even while I'm riding.

The kind of feeling riding there, is something which you can't get riding in Singapore. No way!

Beautiful sky isn't it?

Erm... This photo was taken by YingHao. He apparently asked Daniel to point to the Roadsign.

Another photo by YingHao.

Yet another photo taken by YingHao.

After all the nonsense, we moved off again. Idiotic Reagan was waving around while travelling across the bridge. he claimed that he was waving the boatmen. 

Reagan was leading the pack and we did got lost a bit.

The rest of the guys were like bombing him for not reading the roadsigns.

Had a little water and toilet break at Desaru vicinity.

Yeah, same sleepy face as the one at Kota Tinggi. So, do pardon me. I rarely have this face, really. lol!

DBT was saying as long as I go for riding trip, I'm sure to have this face with messy hair.

Of course I would have messy hair whenever I remove my full-face helmet.

"YingHao walking like a boss"

YingHao was full of praises for this coconut drink.

Alas, we reached the resort.

We were skeptical about leaving our bikes unattended, hence we didn't play anything there.

We were really worried about parts getting stolen especially when there is a big group of unknown riders present in the carpark. 


Not that we are being judgmental, but there is no such thing as "worrying unduly" when it comes to bikes and parts being stolen.

After much deliberation, we decided to head back to JB town for massage, shopping and dinner. 

That's the menacing weather which we were about to face.

If you bother to look harder, there was actually a heavy downpour.

A few of us grabbed plastic bags to put our passports, wallets and phones.

As we were travelling at the expressway, it was drizzling initially and then BHAM! 

The visibility was so super poor that I could only see the hazard lights, nothing else.

Seeing that Reagan and DBT switched on hazard lights behind me, I decided to switch on my left signal (SP do not have any hazard lights) in case my tail light is unnoticeable to DBT in that downpour. Unfortunately, Daniel's tail light was pretty dim in the downpour to the extend I had trouble gauging the distance between me and him. And so, I traveled slower.

What I love about Malaysian drivers are they are extremely considerate!

Each of the cars actually traveled nearer to the right side of the lane leaving ample space near the road shoulders for bikes to travel! Not even a single car actually took up the whole lane throughout (except in squeezy situation)! This trait, is something which most Singaporean drivers lack of.

As we traveled further, the rain eventually cease which was relieving.

I was happily maintaining a high speed when suddenly my bike jerked , throwing me forward. I pulled my clutch in immediately while there's a loud "pop" and a burnt smell.

The rest of them who were behind me zoomed past me.

I couldn't gesture to them what happened as I had my left hand on my clutch while my right hand on my brake. I could only shake my head at them.

I was eventually the last bike honking at them whilst moving to the road shoulder. I held on to my honk.

At that moment, I thought to myself "that's it! I'm all alone now! In this foreign land!". Tears welled up in my eyes. As I moved to the road shoulder, I was relieved that YingHao noticed my left signal and knew immediately something was wrong. Both Kelvin and him stopped at a distance in front of me. He then came over to check what was wrong with my bike. Reagan too noticed something was wrong when he saw me shaking my head and went to chase after the others to inform them.


The rest came back after DBT called me asking for my location. 
I was told later that I was travelling at about 150kmph which I was totally oblivious to. SP's speedometer is never accurate so I had difficulty gauging my actual speed at high speed. It then hit me that given my bike's condition, I can't maintain at 140kmph and more. HOW COULD I FORGET THAT?! Serve me right! Super heartpain!


I felt so bad for pouring cold water. The plans for heading over to JB was pretty much ruined and everybody was stuck with me. The sky didn't look too good either. I was overwhelmed with guilt that I started crying. They tried to cheer me up and Reagan did a very bad singing. I was indeed cheered up abit.


DBT made a call to a bike shop in JB to tow my bike.

Erm... They still look quite happy even though my bike's piston jam.
Reagan was like saying "Tiffany, you killed your SP! Or maybe he don't like you leaving the P-plate there although you have passed your 1 year probation period."


This is the first time such thing happening to me.

Just look at the foreboding sky!

I think they were discussing some things.
This photo look like a CD cover for a boyband! lol!!!


And then, it started raining again! Hallelujah!

Wanna know who's behind the handsome black helmet?

There you go~

I could use a smaller helmet which would look more proportional to my face and body.
Maybe helmet manufacturers should start making helmet of different sizes instead of adding more cushion within the helmet and call it S-size.

I think we waited for at least 2 hours by the Highway before the tow-truck arrived.


Meanwhile, we got ourselves comfortable, nonsense crapping, airdrying our belongings and of course snacks. Daniel and Reagan specially rode to the nearest Petrol Station to buy snacks and drinks for everyone.

The road ahead of us doesn't look too good either.

When Reagan and Daniel returned with snacks and drinks, YingHao went to dry his soaking wet socks off Reagan's bike. Lol!

After hours of waiting by the highway and getting drenched, our saviours finally reached!

They were like "Come! Let's take a last photo with the bike!"

Here's one super unglam of yours truly. YingHao told me to wave byebye to my bike while he snapped this photo.


After that, we head over to JB for a sumptous dinner.

And it was home sweet home after that.

I would like to thank all of you who waited patiently with me, enduring the sun and rain for hours. Sorry to any of you who have to cancel your plan after the trip. You guys made this trip enjoyable.

That's one good "Leave No Man Behind", but in this case, it's a woman.