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a potpourri of sense and feminine lunacy

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grooming

I am not big on organization in general. Too often have i been guilty of standing in front of the MRT gantry rummaging desperately through my bag for my EZlink card while you roll your eyes at me for wasting 30 seconds of your time. Yes, i am not organized...but i really, really value personal grooming. It is honestly, my first litmus test of relationships, because i simply cannot imagine myself living with a slob.

There is nothing more soothing than handmade soap, nothing more refreshing than a rich lather and nothing more attractive than sparkling whites, good cologne and a pair of clean, lightly-scented hands.