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Princessa @ MFP is a Singapore Ameutur Beauty Blog tailored to the Everyday Girl. The blog covers topics like Beauty Tips, Beauty Product and Service Reviews, Beauty How-tos, Beauty Showcases, etc. The blog is by Newcomer Beauty Blogger, Sabrina Wang (aka Princessa).
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The Hennessy Artistry, Kuala Lumpur

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I could just say that work has taken the blogger outta me but that would be somewhat a lie. I guess, life itself has taken the blogger outta me. I just can’t find the time to sit down and write a proper entry from my heart (or brain for that matter). I’ve so many entries pending that I just don’t know where to begin…

Receiving a Facebook message from a recent acquintance, I suddenly recalled an entry that I should have done probably three weeks ago? I wrote about the day after the event, but I totally forgot about the day of the event itself (or rather, two nights).

Good friends come in small packages and Peggy (youthful, slim and sexy) happens to be one of the best (if you forsake certain flaws here and there, but who doesn’t eh)!

Despite the strain in our friendship, due to work and distance (she stays in the far east side of singapore and I stay in the west), she never fails to come up with the best getaways to spend a little us time together with a lot of party time between it. Come to think of it, most of my girlfriends are that thoughtful. I’m very blessed.

I can’t remember how it all fell together but there was a mention of Hennessy, the word party and then Kuala Lumpur. Summarising it for those that can’t catch what I’m saying; Peggy invited me together to spend three days and two nights (3D2N) with her at Kuala Lumpur (KL), Malaysia, all expenses paid! What’s the catch? (You’re gonna love this…) I have to go for the party, the Hennessy Artistry!

This is perhaps the BEST catch EVER! All expenses paid trip to party with Hennessy! Did I mention the free flow of brandy? Fyi, I’m a brandy-gal, second to desert wine of course.

Peggy is a genius, a hardworking one if I may add. We were suppose to take budget airlines but she managed to get us on SilkAir while helping the sponsors save cost. I love the alliance (until the unfortunately and miserable delay during my Medan trip that is).

I’m a late-packer. If not mistaken, it was the day before that we actually met up to do some last minute shopping at City Plaza. It was only the morning of the trip itself that I started packing. And all hell broke lose. I was throwing stuff all around and into my luggage bag. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Fortunately, it was already hell in my room anyway.

The flight was pleasant. The best so far in fact. Smooth journey and good company, there is nothing more a girl could ask for.

Peggy is a wonderful travelling companion, for me at least. Trips like this, I just wanna lay back and relax. She basically planned and directed me step by step, which was perfect. I may be five years her senior but she took care of me like as though I was a child.

I felt protected, it was great except for some minor details on the side.

Okay, enough chit chat, now “show me the…” photos!

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

(And “The day after Hennessy Artistry…“)

Dear readers, I urge you to join the Hennessy Artistry Singapore Facebook Page! Why? Because it’s worth it!

I xoxo Hennessy!
I xoxo Peggy!

And I would like to take this opportunity to thank Hennessy and John Langan for the invitation!

PS: Due to technical difficult (my iPad doesn’t allow me to upload images) I’m not able to show case the wonderfully (this is a lie of course) PhotoShop-ed photos (apart from the ones I linked from Peggy’s post). Therefore, please refer to Peggy’s post (for even more gorgeously edited photos) and Hennessy Artistry Singapore Facebook Page’s Gallery! That said, when I strikeout this notice, the photos would have been uploaded and viewable by public! But that time is not now.

My BAD experience with SilkAir at Medan airport!

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Note: This entry was written at Medan airport on November 2nd, while waiting to board the DELAYED SilkAir flight back to Singapore.

If you look at it in a positive manner, at least they bother to serve us food (referring to SilkAir). You don’t get that with AirAsia or any of the budget airlines, which makes perfect sense of course. The only problem, I rather be at home in my new Lazy Boy (a new addition to my soon-to-be awesome room with bear bear, it’s gonna be pink mind you). - Scrap that, it never came. Oh well.

I’m quite disappointed with how this is turning out to be. I paid more than a hundred bucks extra so as NOT to be stuck in a “delay” situation. I’ve never managed to fly on time with AirAsia, JetStar or even Cathay Pacific for that mater. So far, Malaysia Airlines, SilkAir and Korean Air has been the only three that didn’t make me sit with bunch of strangers pulling my hair out of boredom (figuratively speaking).

It’s bad enough we have to be here two hours before departure (this isn’t New York, Kuala Lumpur or Hong Kong airport mind you). A delay is simply dreadful! There’s NOTHING here! Not even WiFi!

Well, so much for expecting more from the alliance. SilkAir is off my punctuality list. I’m so disappointed I could tear up right about now (exaggerating of course). My poor bear must be furiously tapping his tiny iPhone 3GS right about now (too bad I cannot publish this entry now, otherwise he can read it and know that I’m furiously tapping on my Apple device too – the iPad!).

What can I say, I’m a writer, when i’m bored out of my wits, I write (or type on a touch-screen keyboard cause my keyboard is deep in my luggage bag and I’m lazy to dig it out). It makes perfect sense really. A writer writes, a singer sings, a teacher teaches, blah blah blah.

This totally explains why I’m suffering hair loss. The world just continuously makes my subconscious mind wanna pull out my hair all the time. And although I do not physically fulfil the calling of the world, my hair just falls without me having to pull them out. I’m making this up of course. (And no, I’m not suffering hair loss, I just don’t have thick hair. I wonder if they can surgically implant hair?)

Going off point for a tiny bit. If anyone knows if this is actually possibly, and I mean real hair of course not some hair extension or sewing method, please do share!

(Coming back) I’m still waiting. Miserably. The last announcement mentioned “proceed to waiting room!”

For the love of god, we’re probably ALL here! There’s nothing to do here! It’s not like we can go shopping or anything. The place is smaller than my primary school’s assembly hall. I’m sooo bored. I should have purchased more digital books for my iPad. Totally dig the continuation of Confessions of a Shopaholic, Mini Shopaholic. The dialogues are sooo… sooo… just great! (I can’t think of a better word really.)

If I listen to the Indian speak for a second longer, I’m gonna strangle myself. It 21:35 “local time” (as in Medan time) already. Aren’t we suppose to depart at 21:45? Another delay I presume? Oh god, can you imagine the cab fare if I were to take a cab home from Terminal 2?

This is really frustrating, I really do not want to hear what men have to say about bad wallet design. If you think it’s bad, why the fuck did you buy it anyway? Isn’t that super duper retarded. You’re saying something you bought has a bad design. It’s not like it’s a defect, we’re talking about design here. Geez.

After watching Slumdog Millionaire, I am feeling more uncertain about “them”. Not trying to be racist here or anything like that, but the cruelty in the film has not put India in a good light. The murdering and what-not, just didn’t go down quite well for me.

I do not want to be in a situation where I’m caught in the crossfire of a riot or anything that involves violence. How the hell can they afford guns anyway?!

If my life could restart all over again, I’d study really hard, be a scholar and become some female politician or something. Basically someone that has a say about the horrible conditions the world is in (or positioned to be). Or research about some oh-so-important discovery that could change the world! I would not have gone into the entertainment line. The root to ALL evil so to speak. (I’m just blabbering by the way.)

And it’s 21:49 and no mention of a delay. Oh god, what’s up with SilkAir!? This is terribly disappointing. An one hour delay is bad enough, now they don’t even bother informing us of a further delay? Did the volcano blow up the plane or something? I am not buying the “technical reason” bullshit. Erm… then again, that makes sense too. They screwed up! That’s exactly what they’re saying.

I don’t think Korean Air flies Medan, neither does Malaysia Airline, or direct at least. I’m sooo not taking Malaysia Airlines and transfer at Kuala Lumpur. That totally wouldn’t make sense, especially since it’s an hour flight.

And they say (or rather, just Priss) a thousand words is difficult to hit in an entry, what do they know. I’m a wordy blogger. Have I mentioned iPad doesn’t allow me to upload images? It’s got something to do with not having a local drive. The argument about it in the forums are very interesting. It’s a love-hate situation.

More than a dozen green boxes of delight dumped before my eyes, no chit chatting beside me, and the fading shouts of a woman that may be in a heated argument with “some guy” (I could be totally wrong about that btw). And still, I’m seated in the waiting room that smells.

As much as I hated Jakarta’s airport (the queue at customs are impossible), I hate Medan’s even more (the wait is exhausting). I could use coffee right about now, but to hell with it. I only want a double shot espresso not some cheap shit.

And tada! More than a thousand words, this is such a breeze when I’m in a this-is-fucking-boring mood. I could complain and find fault with just about anything. Hmmm… I might be a good story-teller after all? Are you still reading this entry?

So anyway, I’m about to kill myself due to extreme boredom. And when you read this entry,
I’d probably have risen from the dead, or successfully pulled through despite the agony I’ve been suffering – the smell and boring conversations surrounding me.

And still, repeating myself for the hundredth time (exaggerating no doubt) I am still here and no news about departure. Did some Russian spy blow up the airplane or something? I’m starting to think there’s some truth in frictional movies like Killers and Salt. I’m sure there’s truth in the frictional blockbuster creations but still, the extend of which it is position maybe a little too unrealistic for an average daydreaming Princess like myself. (I’m just typing, sense is no longer part of the content.)

And the shouting from the hysterical woman that I don’t wish to meet continues. Maybe there’s going to be a gunshot soon?

Medan is not exactly New York City (though even there, it’s not safe), or better, Singapore. In fact, it’s somewhat India or Vietnam. Basically, you could get someone assassinated and get away with it scot free, or so says the blockbuster movies.

Now I’m smelling some sort of gas. Is there like a gas leak or something? Are they trying to gas us to death? Oh god, please no. I didn’t come here and spend sooo much money just to get murdered for no reason in a crappy airport.

No one will read this lengthy entry of mine! I spent so much time writing it.

Seriously, what’s with that smell, the screaming and still no gunshot. This place suck, but Arthur rules! I guess it’s a trade off of some sort. They say you need to give up something in exchange for greatness. The gift Arthur gives to women can be considered greatness.

And people are starting to get a little curious – woman screaming. So exactly what is going on downstairs? Can someone please gimme some updates? Has it any relation to the delay? And exactly what’s with the damn delay anyway. This is truly the worst experience ever.

15 minutes before 22:45 (Medan time that is), an announcement about a delay was finally made. It’s 22:45 and we’re still at the waiting area. So does the plane intend to take off without the passengers? Clearly not.

I’m guessing there’s gonna be another delay that will only be announced much later? Sigh.

I take it back (what I said to bear bear before I left), SIlkAir is just as unreliable.

15 minutes after the supposed departure time of 22:45 another announcement declared that the plane will only depart at 23:30 Medan time. To hell with this. If you wanna avoid inconvenience, at least inform us earlier! Bullshit!

PS: We made it home safely. (Otherwise I wouldn’t have managed to publish this entry.)

The day after Hennessy Artistry…

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“Well then,” says the bear bear. And he stops there, stares into emptiness, (probably farted) then changes the topic completely. Half the time the bear bear can’t seem to pay attention to anything other than his iPhone (playing his oh-so-fun games he downloaded) for more than a minute. He has a shorter attention span compared to Lucas who is 1-month old. But that is also the reason why, when I’m not in my impatient stance (like battle stance in Diablo II but in terms of patience/tolerance to annoyance level), I find him so very adorable. I mean seriously, where can you find a guy with such baby-like characteristics at such an matured age. It’s like pre-school all over again. Hurhur.

It’s been a long-tiring day. The Hennessy Artistry party ended at 3am and we only reached the hotel room after 4am. After washing up and packing, I crashed on the bed till morning, which was three hours later. Talk about an intensive workout routine. My personal trainer should be so proud of my enthusiasm to go that extra mile – all the way to Kuala Lumpur (KL), Malaysia.

In case you have mistaken, the plan was to wake up about three hours later, but in reality… well, I’m gonna just blame it on my BlackBerry. I think the alarm didn’t go off, but Pegs said I switched it off (still blaming my BlackBerry regardless). I ended up waking an hour late, which resulted in us missing the flight!

Just kidding. We didn’t miss the flight, but we missed the ideal timing John Langan (decently good-looking “ang-moh” chap who invited Peggy and extended it to me) suggested in his very first email sent to me. I stressed on the “very first email” cause it was rather confusing when I read it. I think I was somewhat left out of the conversation. There was apparently a mix up, which I had no idea about, and he was apologising.

So anyway, we were delayed, but was on time for the flight. In fact, we managed to grab breakfast at McDonald’s! I heart the big breakfast meal. I used to love the pancakes, but after all that brunch-ing, my expectations of good pancakes went up and McDonald’s just don’t make the cut.

*Cute blue-eyes guy alert!*

I think he had blue eyes, but I didn’t take a good look. It was rude to stare at someone and drool. I was telling Pegs that it would be awesome if he was seated next to us… well that didn’t happen. What did happen was… after alighting from the plane, Pegs and I were on the “moving floor thingie”… when reaching the end… I almost fell. I was talking to Pegs and we both weren’t paying attention. The embarrassing part was that he (cute blue-eyes guy, clearly “ang-moh”) saw the whole incident! (I probably turned into a lobster.) The amazing part was that he started talking to us! (Started screaming in my head.)

I was guessing he was from Germany. He didn’t look or sound American.

If I hadn’t felt sooo embarrassed I would have probably jumped at the opportunity to talk to someone that cute. Sadly, I wasn’t able to pull myself together and ended up keeping as quiet as I was throughout the whole Hennessy Artistry party. That said, there’s a high chance I was dumbfounded because he was just sooo cute, I couldn’t help but scream in my head so loud I couldn’t think of anything not retarded to say.

He and his friend were from Argentina, they’ll be in Singapore for two days and thereafter head to Hong Kong. In other words, that brief encounter is probably our last in this lifetime. I missed every opportunity to grab his contact details, even his name. Although we have Facebook, which connects people from all around the world, I doubt I’d be able to find someone whom I have no name to search with.

In case you’re wondering, yes, I told bear bear about the blue-eyes guy. I even urged him to go find him and get his number for me. Hurhur. I’m not kidding.

Moving along, we had to leave Pegs (before her boyfriend arrived) and rush off for Lucas’s birthday. I can’t have the whole Rodriguez family wait for one late-coming-Roy, right? Pegs totally understood, I hope (present cause I’m still hoping).

The weather was horrible and I blame it on the monsoon season and Sumatra’s smoking. That said, I am not going into a debate of who’s right or wrong here. I’ll leave that to Priss, it’s her type of topic.

Note: I stopped writing the entry here on Sunday. And continued writing it “early in the morning” on Wednesday.

We were stuck in a jam, though I vaguely remember how bad it was, therefore it couldn’t be that bad. What I do remember is that, we were somewhat late, but not late till the extent people were making noise about it. The bear tends to become a little annoying when I cause him to be too late for a family thingie. I can’t help it if the flight couldn’t be any earlier, Sumatra is smoking us and the weather sucked, right?

The bear reads what I’m writing.
The bear starts using a pen to write on my hand.
*Bish* I had to punch the bear so he would BACK OFF!
The bear starts whining about someone punching him.
The bear refers to me as a third person.
The bear is somewhat weird.
I continued writing my entry.
I am ignoring the bear’s childishness.
The bear is flying off to China in a couple of hours.
I will miss the bear.
Teddybear, bear bear and the bear are the same bear.

To be absolutely honest, the food at Imperial Treasure Super Peking Duck (Paragon) was moderate. There wasn’t much to complain about but… Mama and Papa Rod was totally over glorifying the dishes. It really wasn’t all that fantastic, especially if you take into consideration the price.

Let’s be honest here, if you paid for 100 bucks meal (not that it’s only 100 bucks) you expect a 100 bucks quality at the very least. If they give you 120 bucks quality, fine, a little compliment should be thrown at the chef/restaurant. Glorification should only be given, considering that this is Singapore and the restaurant is situated in Paragon, if 150 bucks quality is received. Much less talk about over glorifying. (I’m making this sound more complicated and long-winded than it should be.)

(Sidetrack) Thank god I didn’t buy the toddler clothing I saw in KL. I would be totally upset when it gets thrown back at my face. Apparently, older bro Rod and Germ is kinda particular about what is worn by Skywalker (Luke, Lucas… what’s the difference). I think I’m gonna call my son Darth Vader or maybe Milan? My daughter is sooo gonna be a Paris! If I even have kids that is.

We moved Little Red (Xiaohong) from Paragon and was supposed to park her at Triple One, as usual. However, seconds before turning into the car park, I had a change of heart. I was keen to watch “You Again!” but not quite awake enough to sit through a movie. Seriously, four hours is less than half the right amount of beauty sleep needed.

As not to waste the remaining half a day of the weekend, we went shopping for shoes! I totally needed shoes. A girl can never have too many shoes, bags, clothes and everything else. I would have sang a different tune in the past, but it’s a whole new me. One that isn’t trying to balloon up and pretend to have memory loss. Who does that? Oh wait, I remember now. I totally hold a grudge.

So anyway, I would shop Paragon for bags and wallets… but shoes… I tend to ruin my shoes after a couple of wears. It really made no sense for me to buy a good pair of shoes until I learn to walk properly (not that I have an actual walking issue).

I ended up buying a couple of belts, this earrings hanger doll thingie, a bag (it was SGD10, I couldn’t help myself), and two pairs of shoes. They were awesome shoes. I only buy awesome stuff and wear The Blog Shop (plugged!).

I think Isabelle is a major influence to why I am not keen to buy branded clothing. She mentioned that she would spend on a branded bag because it is leather but not on branded clothing because it is cloth. It made a lot of sense really. I love all the fabulous designers out there and I totally believe in authenticity, but cloth is cloth. It’s not like anyone is gonna figure out that I’m wearing Prada as I walk the streets, in Singapore at least. And if anyone (that I don’t know) actually comes to me and touches my dress to “feel the material” I’d probably scream and give he/she a tight slap. (I’m totally going out of point here.)

We went home and had KFC for dinner! The bear went to watch football (Liverpool was playing) and I… wrote this entry.

PS: This was supposed to be written and published on Sunday but… I never managed to finish it. So yes, it’s late by two (or rather three) days.

New York City (Day 1): Welcome to Times Square!

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After a wonderful breakfast [part 1, part 2] (not exactly at Tiffany’s but at Brooklyn Diner), a walk down Times Square was the prefect remedy to help digest the meal. Seriously, after such a huge meal… a walk (the longer the better) is very much necessary, VERY MUCH necessary.

Times Square kinda reminds me of Seoul (South Korea) with a mix of Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia). In a good way of course.

Boutiques => Seoul, South Korea
Streets => Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

I liked my trip to Seoul, and Kuala Lumpur is somewhat my favourite part of Malaysia. So yeah, it’s all good.

Anyway, while walking down Times Square we passed by one of the T-Mobile outlets.

Mobile phones here are dirt cheap! A phone together with a basic prepaid line cost less than USD70. They even have customised plans for bloggers, or so says the brochures.

I got myself a plan with 500 minutes talk-time, unlimited text and unlimited data (a more expensive prepaid plan that works on my BlackBerry)! All for the price of USD72, without contract. It’s the unlimited data that sealed the deal really.

Getting the line was like being reconnected to the world again. I could tweet on the go and BBM my friends! I literally jumped for joy. Even the sales guy said “you’re just happy to BBM eh.” I’m guessing my giggling, the sparkle in my eyes and the jumping kinda gave me away.

(Moving along…)

I like Sesame Street. Cookie Monster happens to be one of my favourite characters. The M&M on the other hand… I don’t know.

Oh yes…

You got it! We have similar bags!