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As a child, I had always loved drawing. Most of all, I loved drawing faces of women. I loved drawing their lashes, shading their faces and giving them different hairstyles. I would give them different looks, from the Medieval princess to the 1920's Flapper to the new age Goth rockstar. Now, as I obsess over every little detail of makeup I wear or see in magazines, I see why.
For the past 3 years as a working adult and having a job that requires me to look good at all times, I have embraced the magic of makeup. I simply love it. I love experimenting with different shades of color, playing with different brush strokes and comparing results. I also love buying makeup, and one of my favorite brands of all time is definitely Bobbi Brown. Not only are her products very versatile and practical, she has a beauty philosophy that is true for any woman in the world.
1. Always be on time.
2. Look people in the eye.
3. Tell the truth.
4. Don't smoke.
5. Drink lots of water.
6. Exercise.
7. Eat healthy.
8. Read.
9. Be nice.
10. Never give up.
Don't you just love how it is so simple, no-nonsense and straightforward? Advice you've probably heard a million times but how often is it presented in such a concise, clear manner?
No, I am not a makeup artist and neither am I writing an ad for Bobbi Brown. I'm just a satisfied, sincere customer.
P.S. : I also love how all Bobbi Brown makeup brushes are neatly labeled. I hate having to stick little pieces of paper on my very expensive makeup brushes, then having to deal with the sticky adhesive bits later on.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
It could all be so simple
but you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
and we both end up with scars
So tell me who i have to be
to get some reciprocity
see no one loves you more than me
and no one ever will
Is this just a silly game
that forces you to act this way
no matter how i think we grow
you always seem to let me know
it's not working
and when i try to walk away
you hurt yourself to make me stay
this is crazy
I keep letting you back in
how can I explain myself?
see tell me who have to be
to get some reciprocity
cuz no one's hurt me more than you
and no one ever will
but you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
and we both end up with scars
So tell me who i have to be
to get some reciprocity
see no one loves you more than me
and no one ever will
Is this just a silly game
that forces you to act this way
no matter how i think we grow
you always seem to let me know
it's not working
and when i try to walk away
you hurt yourself to make me stay
this is crazy
I keep letting you back in
how can I explain myself?
see tell me who have to be
to get some reciprocity
cuz no one's hurt me more than you
and no one ever will
Thank you, dear Angel Anonymous
That fortune teller was right after all. God does send a great many of His angels to look out for me.
Monday, February 18, 2008
For a long time I was in love
Not only in love, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one else could touch
It didn't work out, I'm covered with shells
And all I ever wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man so I could be a wife
I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean
I don't know how it got to this point
Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight
and all I wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life
If we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again, would I try to make you mine?
I always thought I'd be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like you'd be a good dad
And all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life
How'd I get so faithful to my freedom? a selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life
Not only in love, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one else could touch
It didn't work out, I'm covered with shells
And all I ever wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man so I could be a wife
I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean
I don't know how it got to this point
Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight
and all I wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life
If we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again, would I try to make you mine?
I always thought I'd be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like you'd be a good dad
And all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life
How'd I get so faithful to my freedom? a selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life
Resurfacing
Because there is confusion
sadness
hurt
helplessness
embarrassment
conflict
fear
i am angry.
sadness
hurt
helplessness
embarrassment
conflict
fear
i am angry.
Friday, February 15, 2008
The Flower Girl
I guess by now you'd be wondering why the obsession with eggs and flowers. And why do I call myself Flower Girl?
The reason is, all throughout my childhood, I wished that someone would ask me to be their flower girl for their wedding. Whenever my relatives got married, I would cross my fingers and hope they would choose me. But they never did. And my mom, being the typical Asian mother, would make a typical Asian-mother comment like, "That's because you are not pretty enough." Of course she said it very matter-of-factly, in a tone that implied that it was only proper for us to be "humble". And most unfortunately, I believed her. So it was always my other cousins who got their hair and makeup done, wear the frilly white dress and march in with the procession, strewing petals on the aisle. I always prayed to God that He would make me the flower girl just once, but it never happened. I grew up and forgot all about this childish prayer to God, until recently.
Recently, I was appointed as not only The Flower Girl, but The Eggflower Girl! I got to distribute the eggs and flowers at a very large-scale wedding. I got my hair and makeup done by a professional, wore a frilly gold designer dress and marched with the procession. I was even praised for being colour-coordinated with the Page Boy, something I had not planned for.
I had forgotten, but God did not. And when He answers, He answers in abundance. Mt 19:14
The reason is, all throughout my childhood, I wished that someone would ask me to be their flower girl for their wedding. Whenever my relatives got married, I would cross my fingers and hope they would choose me. But they never did. And my mom, being the typical Asian mother, would make a typical Asian-mother comment like, "That's because you are not pretty enough." Of course she said it very matter-of-factly, in a tone that implied that it was only proper for us to be "humble". And most unfortunately, I believed her. So it was always my other cousins who got their hair and makeup done, wear the frilly white dress and march in with the procession, strewing petals on the aisle. I always prayed to God that He would make me the flower girl just once, but it never happened. I grew up and forgot all about this childish prayer to God, until recently.
Recently, I was appointed as not only The Flower Girl, but The Eggflower Girl! I got to distribute the eggs and flowers at a very large-scale wedding. I got my hair and makeup done by a professional, wore a frilly gold designer dress and marched with the procession. I was even praised for being colour-coordinated with the Page Boy, something I had not planned for.
I had forgotten, but God did not. And when He answers, He answers in abundance. Mt 19:14
Eggflower
It is Lent. Therefore, I've decided to post a very special recipe after which my blog is named. Very timely, as we wait in hopeful anticipation of Easter!
You need:
You need:
- small styrofoam egg
- glitter glue/paint
- markers
- tissue paper
- stick
To make:
- Insert one end of the stick into the bottom of the egg.
- Cut out a flower shape from the tissue paper, approximately 5" in diameter.
- Thread the flower shape onto the stick and glue in place at the bottom of the egg.
- Decorate the egg with markers, glitter glue, pom poms, small beads and sequins.
- Place the flower in a small vase or put it in a potted plant for an Easter decoration.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Work of Satan!
A few weeks ago an ex-classmate and I had our fortunes told by this woman who specializes in palmistry, numerology and feng shui. Besides fortune-telling, she also sells clothes, amulets, crystals and supplements.
This was all very out of character for me. For one, I think all this is a hoax. It's not difficult to assess one's character based on eye contact, speech, bodily gestures and mannerisms. Based on that, even logically construct someone's future, figure out his/her past. I told Anik that I could do the same, and the only reason I agreed to go with her was because I wanted to observe her technique. It is Anik's second time, and apparently, what was once FOC, is now $68 per 45-minute session. Plus $40 if you want advice on which colours could bring the most luck (!)
Anik first. She told Anik that she needed to stop picking on her pimples and for goodness' sake stop biting her nails so that they could grow out. And probably then she could get the job at HSBC. The whole time I was thinking, "That was what her mother has been saying since we were in school. " A couple of Anik's bad habits and characteristics. Then came my turn.
As with Anik, she peered closely at my birthdate, then started calculating. She looked at my hands. Then at me. "You have a naughty mind. A very, very naughty mind." Anik and I both laughed. "You seem very collected and calm on the outside, but you often think of doing very outrageous things. And because of your responsible and sensible nature, you often don't act on these thoughts." Hmm. That was kinda true.
She said I am often misunderstood. What I do with good intentions is often misconstrued.
She said I am artistic, and I could be a good architect if I wanted to.
She said I often attract older, married men and butch females. And that it is not my fault.
She said that I have taken a shorter time to grow up as compared to other people.
She said that I have cheated death many times. And apparently this is because my guardian angels have been very protective of me. (Which reminded me of the two times my mother was close to miscarriage while pregnant with me...And how I often had to be hooked up to tubes in the hospital as a toddler, such a sickly child I was...And that time I nearly drowned in my uncle's swimming pool...Yikes.)
She said I was most likely to hook up with a musician or producer.
Yes, I was a little freaked out . But not enough to buy her amulets and pay the additional $40. After it was all over, Anik and I both $68 poorer, had dinner and laughed the whole thing off. Yet my mind still echoed with the things she told me about myself. It must be the Devil's work.
She said career-wise, something major will happen in 2011. I will come to a crossroads where I will have to ultimately decide between my career or settling down. The next few years will be relatively quiet and I just have to stick it out.
This was all very out of character for me. For one, I think all this is a hoax. It's not difficult to assess one's character based on eye contact, speech, bodily gestures and mannerisms. Based on that, even logically construct someone's future, figure out his/her past. I told Anik that I could do the same, and the only reason I agreed to go with her was because I wanted to observe her technique. It is Anik's second time, and apparently, what was once FOC, is now $68 per 45-minute session. Plus $40 if you want advice on which colours could bring the most luck (!)
Anik first. She told Anik that she needed to stop picking on her pimples and for goodness' sake stop biting her nails so that they could grow out. And probably then she could get the job at HSBC. The whole time I was thinking, "That was what her mother has been saying since we were in school. " A couple of Anik's bad habits and characteristics. Then came my turn.
As with Anik, she peered closely at my birthdate, then started calculating. She looked at my hands. Then at me. "You have a naughty mind. A very, very naughty mind." Anik and I both laughed. "You seem very collected and calm on the outside, but you often think of doing very outrageous things. And because of your responsible and sensible nature, you often don't act on these thoughts." Hmm. That was kinda true.
She said I am often misunderstood. What I do with good intentions is often misconstrued.
She said I am artistic, and I could be a good architect if I wanted to.
She said I often attract older, married men and butch females. And that it is not my fault.
She said that I have taken a shorter time to grow up as compared to other people.
She said that I have cheated death many times. And apparently this is because my guardian angels have been very protective of me. (Which reminded me of the two times my mother was close to miscarriage while pregnant with me...And how I often had to be hooked up to tubes in the hospital as a toddler, such a sickly child I was...And that time I nearly drowned in my uncle's swimming pool...Yikes.)
She said I was most likely to hook up with a musician or producer.
Yes, I was a little freaked out . But not enough to buy her amulets and pay the additional $40. After it was all over, Anik and I both $68 poorer, had dinner and laughed the whole thing off. Yet my mind still echoed with the things she told me about myself. It must be the Devil's work.
She said career-wise, something major will happen in 2011. I will come to a crossroads where I will have to ultimately decide between my career or settling down. The next few years will be relatively quiet and I just have to stick it out.
Jhudiel
Angele Dei,
qui custos es mei,
me, tibi commissum pietate superna,
illumina, custodi,
rege et guberna.
Amen.
qui custos es mei,
me, tibi commissum pietate superna,
illumina, custodi,
rege et guberna.
Amen.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
This too Shall Pass
I visited a friend's blog yesterday. A sad violin was playing a piercingly sorrowful piece and, even without understanding what his words meant, I knew perfectly was he was feeling.
Today he explained in full what had happened, and I felt his pain. I understand the pain of loving someone and knowing he feels the same, but having to turn away from your feelings instead. Bury every shared moment and dream. Maim the part of you that is him.
But I am glad that he is finally coming to terms with the feelings he has consciously denied and never really looked in the eye. May God send His angels to sit by his bed give him comfort as he cries his tears, for joy cometh in the morning.
Today he explained in full what had happened, and I felt his pain. I understand the pain of loving someone and knowing he feels the same, but having to turn away from your feelings instead. Bury every shared moment and dream. Maim the part of you that is him.
But I am glad that he is finally coming to terms with the feelings he has consciously denied and never really looked in the eye. May God send His angels to sit by his bed give him comfort as he cries his tears, for joy cometh in the morning.
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