pom poms

I am still undecided about liking this hair.

It is clear however that, well... I didn't really think about getting a perm.

What was I expecting? Not sure.

Hmmmm. What to make out of this?I kind of look the same--so maybe, that person who said that whatever I did to my hair, I'd still look the same was right. Like most times.

penny for your thoughts

My very thoughtful, kind and choco-sprinkle-donut-craver friend got me a significant number of pigments and eye pencils last year. While I was all too excited to get my hands on them, I haven't really gotten to trying them out.

With pigments, I find that I am unable to use them during weekdays because I am always in a rush. I've only got time to dab some cream eyeshadow and line--if I do anything at all.

On weekends, I really only have Saturdays to put on a full face as Sundays are quite hectic for me too.

Given the number of Saturdays lapse and a couple of eye make up palettes that I have, you don't have to be a mathematician to make out that well, I have not used 80% of the colours.

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I thought I'd try out one of the pigments today. I opted for Penny. The colour of money :-p

(I do know that this is not what the expression means. Thank you.)

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I loved it!

The color was so nice. It showed well on my skin--and stayed true to the colour of the pigment in the jar even after twelve hours!

The powder did not move at all, considering that I didn't put any proper primer. There was only sunblock underneath.

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This is where make up bloggers would post a swatch and talk more about the look. Obviously, that isn't happening here.

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To cut a long story short, I'd like to thank Mom-to-be for the pigments :-)

I have a feeling that I'd be using a (different) pigment every Saturday for a while....

Slasher

The genius who cuts my hair in a ways that makes it seems as though I brush more than twice a day and use conditioner regularly, is on indefinite medical leave. It sucks. And not only because I am in need of a haircut, but he has somewhat become part of my life since I've moved here (dating dati pa @rochness) hence, I give a damn that he is unwell.

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I was errrr, forced to go to someone else.

I changed my hair quite dramatically too.

Normally, I'd create a new avatar from the South Park app--somehow, they always seem to have the option that matched my current hair perfectly. For real!

The new hair is no exception. This time however, I didn't have to create one. If you see me and the latest episode, you'd know what I mean.

Well, I'm posting anyway.I am still deciding if I like my new hair.

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Somebody told me today that like Quin Fabray, no matter what I do to may hair, I still look the same.

Hmmmmmmm.

I'm still deciding what to make of that.

Decided. Nothing.

maybe you have some advice to give

I really don't see myself as someone sensitive--in fact, I might as well be a log in other people's eyes. Even the eyes closest to me.

I find however that I could be a marshmallow during specific times of the month-- concerning specific things.

Craving.

(Luckily, I don't crave for marshmallows.)

But chips. Three-taste-tofu squares. Butterscotch-with-dried-mangoes. Ginger milk tea. Hazelnut and white chocolate eggs. And CHIPS. Yes. Chips.

In fact that caused the hurt feelings....

Jalapeño kettle chips.

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It was not too dramatic to cause anything more than ten minutes of silence and give-take five frowns. But it is enough for me to consider truth in what some girl friends claim, "Women become emotional" during those days.

On second thought, it seems more likely it isn't the hormones but the fact that I'm just a compulsive snacker.

I need help.

Leather <-- the one who "leds"

I love the smell of leather... not sure why or when it started, but I'm hooked.

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I recently bought a leather case for a gadget that was a very, very early (and loved) birthday gift. It took a horribly long time and numerous trips to various malls and shops before I picked THE one.

It is funny how the one I got was the first one I actually liked. It could have been the first one I've really looked into too!

As the drama about the selection process had been established, I could now go into the emotional pain and the struggle to resist kicking myself upon realising the damage my carelessness caused.

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After using the gadget, I lazily wrapped my earphones around the leather case and slid it right beside my notebook in my already-snug laptop bag. It was left there for a couple of hours.

When I took out the gadget and uncoiled the earphones, I found earphones indentations on the cover of the leather case! :-(

I admit stomping my feet a bit and maybe mouthing one-or-two curse words.

But... we are where we are, I told myself.

Scruffiness adds personality--I needed to console myself.

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I didn't touch the gadget all night yesterday. Not intentionally, but maybe I wanted to be "away".

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Imagine my surprise--and delight when I took it out this morning and found out that the markings were gone.

The leather "healed" itself.

It's a miracle! :-)

name game

As if it was not confusing enough having someone called "Tracy" sit in front of me at the office... a new girl called "Patricia" was given the seat behind me!

out of reach

I had not been able to reach my toes standing up for as long as I could remember. Seriously.

A few years ago, I started going to yoga classes--passively. I thought it was as simple as attending a few sessions. It wasn't.

After using up my class card, I just stopped trying.

While having lunch the other day, we started talking about flexibility and endurance. I casually mentioned this to my brother who looked at me frowning saying "There is no reason why you can't as you don't have a ballooning tummy plus yoga claases should have given you better flexibility".

The next day, I gave it a shot the minute I woke up.

Guess what. I reached my toes!

I suddenly felt accomplished at thirty.

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I gave it another shot this morning after eating what seemed like ration for a family of three during last night's buffet dinner. Amazingly, I still reached all the way.

I hope the same is true tomorrow--about flexibility and not dinner. And the day after that. And the day after that.

Boom!

A friend writes in facebook status that she is upset. I don't really get the story, but it is interesting how adds after saying that she had decided just to let it go....

It is just like Angry Birds, while they get to kill the pigs, the act ruins them--as they explode in the end.

I thought that was funny :-p

Let Me In

This isn't just another vampire movie. It was quite moving. I like how the gory scenes were presented off necessity.

I love how the shots seemed to be taken lower--from a child's perspective.

I am liking Chloe Moretz more and more! She--or her manager does a great job on picking her movies like (500) Days of Summer and Kick Ass.

I don't feel that this is a thriller or a horror movie, it seems closer to a coming of age love story.

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I now want to see the Swedish original Let the Right One In.