As promised, photos from the makeover. :) I can tell you now that it was free in conjunction with Mid Valley's Beauty Week and my mom splurging on Lancome. Hehe. Heh, obvious differences in quality of the pictures. For the sake of all the photography-holics out there, one was the Sony Cybershot U-10 that is from eons ago, hand-me-down from the older brother, and the other is the Olympus Micro 810, 8.0 megapixels, newly bought by my dad due to my sister dropping the Nikon.

Excuse this fit of narcissism. :)



I've rather perfected the deer in the headlights look.



The ear-rings are Mom's from a Singaporean store, and the top is from Salabianca. Yes, polka dots are in.



I think my brother was testing the camera in the car.



Yeah, this brother. The younger one.

Whaddya think? Asian Marilyn Monroe or what? Though I'll obviously never be as gorgeous as she was! I didn't go there, meaning to emerge looking like her; I think the polka dots started the look, lol. The makeup was awesome. It helps that the artist was super cute, hellooooo. ;) Too bad I'm too shy to sms him, haha. My hair wasn't done to my liking. I wanted something wavy and he just gave me baby curls. That really did me in for the Marilyn Monroe look.

If you had seen me in Mid Valley/KLCC on Friday, sorry if I scared you, hehe.

Bloody hell, I couldn't see in the dark and kicked the bag of durian shells as I was trying to run an errand. Now my toes are bleeding. ISH!

Sometimes, I take my grandfather to the hospital for his dialysis, and my grandmother accompanies him. As we opened the glass door, I caught a reflection of my calves (below the knee). Now I haven't had skinny calves since beginning of Grade 12 cause that's when I started playing football. That's why they're called 'football legs'.

I then commented on to my grandma that they looked fat. I tried explaining why. My explanation should have been 'ngo tek boh tai doh' (I played too much football). Guess what came out of my mouth instead?

'Ngo tek tai doh boh' (I kicked too many balls).

I don't think she caught that. I did 2 seconds later. :P

of my new header? :)

Created with Macromedia Fireworks. Picture is my own. Glow in the dark stars (yes, that's what they are) came from Trinity.

2 cents on the so-called poetry would be much appreciated too! :)

I scored a free MAC makeover + Hairstyle + Photo! Ooh yes! If I catch a good photo, I'll put it up here. :) Mom opted for Bobbi Brown. Heh, gotta love freebies! And guess who also plans to get a haircut on Monday?! With Trinity too! Yayyy! See, I told ya I would do it. :) Well, I haven't decided how it's going to be done, but my big bro reckons it's gotta be something seriously drastic. I didn't think my hair was THAT horrid, lol, but sure, whatever. I'm leaving it in his hands. Please pray for me, hehe!

I'm actually saving lots of money for my parents this time around being back home! I'm even refusing to buy clothes! To me, that's really WTF, but I've decided that I really do have a crapload of clothes back in Brissy and I'm already planning to give at least a quarter to the Salvation Army, so I'd better not buy any more that I don't need. Also, Trinity would be happier if I had more space for her stuff! :)

Oh yeah, I think everyone who has moved out of home would know that cooking for yourself requires a lot of ingredients, brains and all. Skipping the brains part, tell me, lovely Malaysians, whaddya reckon I need to be able to cook simple dishes that are reminiscent of Mom's cooking? I've got much to consider, especially the anal Australian quarantine that aspires to snatch at every bit that they can lay their fingers on. AIKS.

So hmmm.. I've got ikan bilis and chicken stock cubes as well as chicken stock granules. I think Mom said that if I fry some veges and toss the chicken stock granules in, it'll be super yummy. God knows I can't cook veges so yay for that. Also, the only other thing I have in mind is Konnyaku jelly, since I haven't seen any in Brissy. No, I don't plan to survive on jelly. :P Or expect Trinity to be a kitchen slave.

Think of anything? Let me KNOW! :)

Changed my header. As usual, old one's linked on my side panel.

My sister's been sick and I've been taking care of her for the past two days. I've gotten puke on my feet twice (not the first time anyway), and today, I learnt how to quickly open a barf bag in the car. Somehow, my mom who had my sister sitting on her lap could still happily chat on her phone until I yelled at her to call that person back. *rolls eyes* Supposedly, I was 'doing well'. ISH!

I've been worn out silly trying to feed her, cheer her up, watch over her, and make sure she doesn't puke where she's not supposed to. She's tired all the time, and she's even refusing to go shopping, which by the way, is a big deal even though she's only three. I do finally catch my breath when my brothers get home.

Like today. I was pretty tired, stretched out on the lazy chair, and my lil bro took over. My older bro offered me the use of the computer, and I had only opened Firefox when my mom ordered me to give my sis a shower. I protested that I needed one myself, but she only rolled her eyes and said that if I wanted to, I should've done so while she was taking her shower.

ARGH! I don't mind if no one gives me credit for looking after my sis. I mean, really. I enjoy doing it, even if it means puke on my feet or wiping the floor for the ten billionth time, but don't even TRY to imply that I've done jack shit by just sitting my arse in front of the computer, cause that's plain rude. =P

People are so quick to judge when they catch you in an unfavourable situation. Obviously, I'm not including a completely caught pants down type of situation, rather the type where someone just looks remotely out of place. Like it's not as if my mom didn't know I had been watching over my sis the entire day, ya know? But noooo, I get accused of slacking off anyway.

I'm crying foul. It's unfair! But anyway, I had a piece of chocolate afterwards for this injustice. Talk about pleasuring myself... Don't be a dirty bastard. :P I got lucky too; I picked the dark chocolate, woohoo! :)

I met up with Max and Vincent at 1-Utama today. Vincent only spent an hour with us since he had to go off to Kuantan. Max kept pointing out my Aussie accent in Starbucks! The Aussie accent 'appears' when I'm talking to people who do not speak in Manglish; how bloody strange!

I feel a weird sort of apprehension about meeting other bloggers. Hehehe, I don't know why. It might be because when I meet them, I'll be thinking, oh damn, this person's read all about my stupidity, wackiness, madness, and everything synonymous. I mean, it's the slightest bit embarassing.

Okay, it's very embarassing. Hehe..

Is it weird of me? I came across a blog with the line 'bloggers are exhibitionists'. To which I say, so fucking what? Which pretentious bastard came up with that? Who isn't an exhibitionist anyway? It really should've been 'bloggers are more outstanding exhibitionists'. Even then, most of us, especially those hiding under a pseudonym wouldn't be able to beat those with 30 or more Friendster photos of themselves, whether they blog or not (not including owners of damn Friendster blogs).

But that doesn't mean all of us bloggers are comfortable with complete strangers reading our thoughts, stories of our lives. Which is why some of us write in metaphors, similes, random pieces of our thoughts that may not make sense to you, but makes perfect sense to us. For all you know, every blog entry of your favourite blogger has been a fabrication.

Bloggers are exhibitionists? Another generalisation that I object to.

As much as it sometimes irks me due to my mounting curiosity, I like blogs that completely conceal a person's identity and personality. They effectively divorce themselves of their emotional selves, and it's an admirable skill. Here's where I happily recommend Yuen Ai's blog to those of you who read blogs not to have a good laugh, or learn the newest fashion, but for the beauty of writing itself.

Hope you like her works. :)