Cheap Clarisonic or Pro-X or Clinique Sonic

No, I'm not selling those products at reduced price. Just wondering why would one spend money on buying a pulsating, electric brush and face wash. Can't normal face washing do all the job?

Well, I've tried Clinique Sonic once at a booth, it's in one of my earlier post. It's divine! I can feel my skin breathing. But the price inhibited me to buy one.

So, I came up with an idea. Why not use an electric toothbrush and use natural face cleanser? To me, using electric toothbrush is not worth it. The replacement is still expensive. I use a regular toothbrush then.

I brush my face with lemon. Thinking of using yoghurt but again, it's not worth putting yoghurt on my face (I'm still a cheapskate Asian... just kidding). Actually, I'm out of yoghurt and driving to the shop just to buy one, maybe later... I just want to have my me time. Yoghurt is a good cleanser too. I've tried it before.

The verdict
My face feel fresher. I can see that the brushing action lifted up dirts from my face. Girls wearing make up, don't be surprised if you have tons of dirts on your face especially if you're a girl who doesn't remove make-ups regularly.

Try using a soft brush, I used medium because I'm a 'tough' guy. On a serious note, use a soft brush to minimize damage. Exfoliating should do more good than hard. Abrasion is ugly. Nothing happens overnight, so be patient and do this regularly. Don't expect instant result. Cheapos can't be a chooser.

When using lemon, beware of the sun. Well, maybe that's why vampires are so fair but sensitive to sun. They do facial like me. Lemon and sun doesn't mix well. First hand experience when I tried to highlight my black Asian hair with lemons. I burn faster.

Brushing also could improve blood circulation to your face. If you want a glowing complexion, go ahead. Brushing stimulate vasodilation. Heat do improve circulation too. That is why, steaming your face is also good for your complexion.

I think lemons have BHA (beta hydroxy acid) which is commonly used in skin exfoliation. I first heard of BHAs when I was 16. It was 'a-must' ingredient in face wash back then.

Well, if you have enough money to spend, Body Shop do sell face brush and it is soft. I had them before but it's not available in our local branch.

Don't forget to apply regenerating oil after each session. I use Rosken. It's a bit expensive than BioOil but I like the consistency.

Well ,when life gives you lemon, do facial...

Baking nad chatting.

Now I realize that I spelled and as nad... damn dyslexia!

After sending my mother to the airport, realizing that I would be alone at home, I thought I can do anything I want to. Running naked, jumping out from the roof or mezzanine level or go window shopping. My window shopping turns into serious shopping. What can I say, I am metrosexual... we love shopping (actually it's also an excuse when we guys have shopping frenzy like girls... just say "I'm a metrosexual", one would stop questioning you)

In my list of to see is a candy thermometer, ice packs, yup I still can't see one here and some groceries. So naturally, I'll stop at a kitchen supplies store to find a candy thermometer. 38 bucks? Okay maybe next time. And I continue to browse through the store. Then I saw a parchment paper. A reusable parchment paper. 10 bucks, hell yeah! (that how cheapskate Asians are) So I bought one. And an idea came to me. I came to a realization, I can just mess up the kitchen because my mother is away. So I planned to bake some cookies.

After buying half of the items, I drive through a nearby bazaar, my actual birthplace. Some of my friends houses are there. So I pass by my oldest bestie's house at Ginger street. Next I texted her if she is here.

We exchange texts and eventually, we wanted to have a chat, via phone. All my ingredients are ready and I called her. We chated throughout my baking process. That why, mobile phones have hands free setting. So I baked and chatted. Kinda fun...

So I would like to thank my bestie to 'accompany' me throughout the baking process.

My next post would probably about my baking.

Insya-alright, I'll post the pictures too.

*Insya-alright - that what my bestie said... lol its a portmanteau of Insyaallah and everything gonna be alright. Insyaallah is Arabic for God's willing

Bye for now, I need to see my cookies. Crossing fingers

Guillotine for eyelids,

Ever wonder how to get sexy eyelashes. Do you envy Ashton Kutcher or Elizabeth Taylor's eyelashes. Guy with curly eyelashes are handsome too. I've met this Indian guy with nice curly eyelashes. He is so cute, I mean his eyelashes are. And calling other men cute doesn't make someone gay...

So, the metrosexual in me keeps on urging me to curl my eyelashes, with eyelid guillotine aka eyelash curler. It's not surprising to find concealers, eyeliners eyelash curlers, nail buffers, mascara or bronzer in a metrosexual's vanity bag. We are not drag queen, we just like to look and dress better. Maybe we are a bit insecure but we are bold and brave enough to use girly stuffs.

With eyelash curler that I have for years, (the rubbers are still soft though) I curl my eyelashes. I even search for YouTube video. It's scary. If you're a pro, there's no need to look for YouTube tutorial, but I'm just scared.

1, 2,3.... ouch. Shit! I guillotined my eyelid. Second attempt... same. Eyelash curlers are scary to mere men but not to metrosexual men... as I said, we're braver and bolder.

After umphteen attempt, I finally got the look I like. However, it's not obvious because of my hooded eye. Talking about hooded eye, I have love hate relationship with my hooded eye. Sometimes it's makes me look fierce. But sometimes I'm grateful, because it gives an illusion of me being serious. Men looks better if they seems serious. And Sean O'Pry have hooded eyes too. So does James Franco.

End up not curling my eyelashes unless I put on some falsies. But that's to RuPaul drag queen. Looking good and feeling gorgeous...

(p/s Rusty Joiner have hooded eyes too right?)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyG3MP6FebQ

Fitness... the evolution...

Nowadays, one can hardly miss fitness centre or gym in major cities. Even in smaller towns, fitness centres are everywhere. This is contrast with 10 years ago. I've been reading fitness magazine since 2002. Back then. I was just a fat geeky boy. I hope by reading fitness magazine, it would motivate me to a better physique. Imagine those buff beach boys in speedos or board shorts. With washboards abs where one can grate cheese. Pecs nicely form like a slab of steak. Biceps, big enough to carry sexy girls. Yup, back then, one can get orgasm just by looking at the cover of fitness magazine. Models posing, men women alike, they are just sexy. An ugly, out of shape lad can get his eyes turn green from envy. Or lusting to have those hard, ripped body no one can't resist.

So after finishing my O-level (equivalent), my cousin, Abigail and I bought some fitness equipment. The first equipment is 2 pair of dumbbells, 3 kgs and 4 kgs and a Kettler spring rower. We are still learning how to drive so we went to the town by bus. Imagine carrying 14 kgs of dumbbells in a bus during peak hours. I still keep the 4 kgs dumbbells. I gave the 3 kgs to a friend and the spring rower is nowhere to be found although I'll be glad if I know where it is. I miss those things.

Back then gym membership is usually exclusive to bodybuilders or rich gym rats. So with those equipment, we started to exercise. I manage to lose weight but not so much. Metrosexualism is still hot back then.

I like my dumbbells so much, I bring them along to college in 2005. At the college, I was looking for some 'gym buddies' but most of the boys are more into playing sports like football/soccer or well, football. Thanks to all the top football players, everybody has a football fever. Everybody wants to be a Ronaldo or a Beckham or a Totti. However some are into pumping irons. So my dorm is an unofficial gym. At least 5 boys would play with my stuffs. And I accidentally, turn one into a Hulk. Wow! it's unfathomable that me, a fat boy inspire somebody into fitness.

A friend of mine had a unique way to tone her abs. By lying down, and putting dumbbells on her abs. That taking 'pumping iron' too literal. By the way, she is now a seriously into fitness.

Sometimes, dumbbells are not enough. So my friend and I tried improvising a pulley machine. We tired a 15 kgs fire extinguisher with a skipping rope and pass the rope through the transom and pull the rope from the other side. Pretty clever eh?

In the University, I got busier and had no time to exercise. There's a gym next to the faculty, but my friend and I got intimidated by the buff, state bodybuilder. Reflecting back, why are we so afraid of bodybuilders. Maybe if we keep our fear and ego aside, we would be the one representing our state in bodybuilding or at least power lifting.

Looking back, becoming fit nowadays is easier than before with the proliferation of fitness centre, cheaper membership and more potential gym buddy and everybody is doing it.

Now my favourite gym equipment is a Swiss ball, dumbbells and resistance band. But I wish I can buy myself a rowing machine.

As promised, a story on magazine mate.

Growing up in the 1990s has its perks. We have better music, better musician... and all Canadian musicians are way cooler. Justin Bieber is a disgrace to Canada. I don't hate Justin Bieber, I dislike his behaviour.

In my late teenage years, metrosexualism is a craze. There are magazine targeted to these kind of people; my kind of people. One of my favourite magazine was/still is CARGO. Too bad it is discontinued. Fortunately GQ and Details are still in the market.

At 17, I was sent to a college for matriculation. There was this chap, we kinda share the same interest. Architecture, fashion and gadgets... we could talk about these topics for hours.

Yup, he is also metrosexual. Once, he made his hair at 5 am. I caught him styling his hair in the bathroom at 5 am when I was about to take my shower. (Water supply sucks over there, I would rather wake up early for a shower, alone than waiting in a smelly, sweaty bathroom with jillions of other 'testosterony' adolescent.) 5 am just to style his 'faux hawk'.

My magazine collection is also an unofficial lending library. He would borrow some magazines from me.

We shared a lot of interest. A room mate of mine once teased us that we would be a great couple. Whatttttt? It's platonic ok. Nothing erotic. No doubt, he's good looking, but it's platonic. I have no interest in having a relationship with him.

His interest in architecture is mainly on the Renaissance architecture, rose windows in particular. I like art-deco or neo-classical more, any style during the turn of century. And also Frank Lloyd Wright's

ahhhhh... the metrosexual days...

hugs and kisses
Wing-wong the cute dog