i call it art

Travelling across different countries in Europe requires seeevvveeerrrraaaaallllllll hhhoooooouuuurrrrrssssssss ooofffffff reeesssseeeeaaaaarrrrrcccchhhhh.

Geddit?

Ireland for example, has cheaper gas and terrible public transport.
(Read 'drive'.)
Thank goodness they recognise our driving license.

Italy on the other hand has fantastic public transportation, but sucky roads in certain locations, and extremely, italiansarefamousfor, 'passionate' driving. But when I was looking for farm stays, they all said we need to drive to the farmstays as their all in rural areas.

So I checked out Wikitravel about Palermo, and under getting around with "Car"...
And I quote: "Just don't do it."

I think Nike should start a campaign there.

Other than research woes, I'm now thinking about what I should be packing into my luggage.

I have not attempted to walk around without makeup, ever since I came back from working in vainpot Singapore. But the thought of putting on my usual full-face-of-makeup and cleaning it off at the end of the day is making me cringe.

So I thought I'll do the minimal.
Tinted sunblock, mascara and blusher!

This economy crisis scares the shit outta me.

This is a suppppppeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr dduuuuuuuupppppppeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrr loooooonnnnnngggggggggg tttttttttiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee aaggggggggooooooooooo...

post.

You get the gist.

I was supposed to blog about it on my personal blog, but since I now have my baby 'i call it art', I might as well post it here.

Mingling shoppers in the brand new C&K store. Well. Then brand new.

I can't seem to find my other pics of this event. =( They actually had really cool reptiles crawling all over the shoes and bags in the window display. My fren, who has a deep, passionate hatred for snakes, went weak in the knees and refused to take a shot of me posing wif 'em.

So she sent Ivy over to help me out.
^^

S@waH T@n of 0xyG3n mag, and |vy Che3 of August Man Mag

And we met the uber kewl people from 0xygen mag, like pwetty Sawah here, who is not just gorgeous, but friendly too. =)

And of cos Sha|ful! Their fashion writer, an absolute darling, and also a fantastic fashionista blogger.
But I can't find his pic anywheeerrrreeee.

All in all, a very well done event. The hors d'oeuvres were great, and they also served wine. (Don't ask me if its good wine or not, cos I have NO idea how to tell.)

Miss Malaysia 200sth was there, looking all hot in a casual yet chic long halter sundress, holding on to an even hotter man.

I also saw Ms Kinky Faerae Biru der, but I was not impressed.
The rumours are true. She is stuck up.
Same goes to the Valiram family, who were all there together, dressed in ultimate luxury suits, acting all high & mighty as their position commands, with the principals themselves, Charles & Keith. Though I think only either Charles or Keith made it.

Alright. That's about it. Till I can find the rest of my pics. *grumble*

Charles & Keith is in Pavilion KL, 4th Floor, next to Forever 21.

I've been reading all these blog paid ads on Rimmel London, and have been wondering if the lip glosses are really what they claim to be. Best of the mass?

Then I saw the lipglosses on sale at Watsons, so I bought the Vinyl Gloss to try it out.

Rimmel Vinyl Gloss in #111 Demure

Who loves Kate Moss and the Queen???

Who says you can't do contrast colours??

I don't particularly like cardis, but drawing a yellow scarf with Paint is jz too challenging.

It shud be a dark forest green, but Paint colour options are limited.
Don't think santa claus.
DON'T!

Earth hour is this Saturday.

And for some reason, maybe because Malaysians really are THAT blur without loud marketing campaigns and radio announcements...

NO ONE I know has been promoting this!!

Wad is dis la. So you all can complain non stop about the state of our government but when it comes to saving our planet everyone keeps mum?

!

Half of my family are going to Europe this year.

One massive project just completed (read bout the wedding drama here) and another one just slots right in.

Why massive?
Cos we flatly refuse to follow tour groups and waste time and money going to places we don't want to see.

So my sister and I are doing everything from scratch. Googling and reading blogs and reviews. And I'll be heading over to the bookstore soon to check out some European travel guides.

We were ding-donging NON-STOP last night. Deciding where we wanna go, how we should get there, where we should be staying.

NIGHTMARE.

After an entire Sunday of doing research, and an entire Sunday night of heated discussion with my sister on Skype and my mom on the housephone, we finally decided on this itinerary:

25 June - Arrive London
26 June - Drive to Ireland
30 June - Head back to London
4 July - Sister's graduation ceremony in Reading
5 July - Fly to Paris
6 July - Fly to Rome
9 July - Fly to Sicily
15 July - Fly back to London
16 July - Head back to Malaysia

And wasting no time, we immediately booked the flights in between London, Paris, Rome and Sicily on the spot, as well as the accommodations in Paris and Rome!

PHEW!

Now I can rest for a day before going back tonight to do more research on stuff to do in Sicily.

The only thing I know for sure now is... I REALLY want to stay on some of the farms there!
(Its called Agriturismo.)

Damn cool wei. And reasonably priced too.

I can't wait!

Hi everyone! Lemme introduce to you some of my fav ppl from da retail industry à malaisie.

Meet Cherine, S@l3s M@n@g3R of Clinique.
(Excuse the teeny boppy typing style. I don't want anyone to google dis.)

Cherine is shy. Like me.

Pedro @ KLCC

Close up of da shoez

A Pedro ad - simple, chic male fashion

Any fans of Esprit out there?

Esprit is having its annual Friends and Family sale.

• Additional 10% discount on markdown/ sale merchandise (normal items would be on 40% discount already)
• 30% discount on Eyewear, Timewear, Jewel and Fragrance

• Strictly NO Refund, NO Exchange, NO Reserve, NO Transfer allowed.
• Sale is only valid in Esprit stores (excluding Outlet and Parkson counters)
• ALL Cards will be collected back and attached together with the receipt after the transaction is completed, so please ensure your purchases are complete as our Cashiers will not return you the card after the transaction. However you may use one card for multiple transactions provided you and your friends pay at the same time and inform the cashier that you are using one card for a few person's transaction at once.

Its time for my Malaysian Dreamgirl post.

I've been procrastinating longtime to write this post cos really, is it really worth my time bashing up some chicks I don't give a crap about?

Watev. I'm just doing this for Julie Wong.
Psst... Support Beautilicious!

So here goes.
The nots: Denezia, Shasya and Maya.

Stop making us cringe Maya.

Don't hate me cos I'm cute.
Too late.

And not just cos she's genetically tall.

Cos I have it baby

She's classy. Beautiful. Presentable. Teachable.

The creative work on Sun was done by my team (well, half of 'em).

Christy, Lex, Ann, Jeff.
Soli no pics.
Why? Cos they tak bagi lor.

I stupidly fell alseep on the couch and had a fitful sleep till 7am.
Mr Jeff bagi aku tidur lagi since I felt like zombeh, zombeh, zombeh eh eh.

Tengok? Cantik kan?

It was 10:30am.

The bride was waiting outside the hall, standing with the two bridesmaids.

The groom and the best men were waiting at the front of the hall, waiting anticipatingly.

The MCs were in position, waiting for the cue.

And the person to cue was nowhere to be seen.


10:32am.

I ran to The Bird.
"Is everything ready?? Remember to cue! We're starting at 10:35 ok!" I hissed, barely seeing him nod before running outside to check that the bride and her bridesmaids were still in place.

They were, but relief barely kicked in as my phone rang. The caterers were outside, and the bridal car was blocking the pathway where they were supposed to set up the buffet table.

I ran to the bride to find out who her driver is.
"Alfred. He's sitting next to a girl dressed all in black."

I ran through the entire hall looking for guys sitting next to girls dressed in black.

"Hi. Are you Alfred?"
*look at me suspiciously* "No..."
"Hey! Are you Alfred?"
"Huh? No."
"Sorry, are you Alfred?"
*annoyed* No.

It would amaze you at the number of people who wore black to a wedding.

The MC came to me and whispered,
"Erm... Are we starting soon?"
"Yes yes!" I hissed/whispered back.
"10:35. Bird will cue y'all."
Tried to run away to search for Alfred.
"Erm..." MC held me back.
"Its 10:36."
"And Bird's nowhere to be seen."
"What??? Okok, start!"
"Really? Start? Like, now?"
"Yes!! START!!"

I ran outside to find the bride again.
"We're starting! And I can't find Alfred!"
"Ask the MC to announce lah!"
"I can't do that! They started already!"
"Well, that's your only option. Hurry!"

I ran back into the hall and found everyone sitting quietly, raptly listening to the MCs.

I slid into the aisle and inched awkwardly between people's feet, whispering hushed apologies loud enough for them to hear, trying to get to the other side of the room to inch to the front where the MCs were.

"Oops sorry."
"Excuse me."
"Sorry!!"
"Oof."

My clumsiness won as I finally tripped over a guy's leather shoes at the end of the aisle.
I looked up to apologise and slow-mo reality kicked in as I realised that he was sitting next to a girl.
Dressed in black.

I stopped. Gasped out "Are you Alfred??"
"Erm... ya."
Breathed. "You parked the car in the driveway. The caterers can't set up the tables."
"Oh. Ok."
Doesn't move.
"Erm... You need to move the car. Now."
"Ok."
Still doesn't move.
"You. Need. To. Move. The car. NOW."
"Okok. Calm down."


Two hours later, during the lunch reception.
"Well I thought everything went well. Didn't it?"
"..."
"Sure..."

I can honestly say it was an interesting ordeal experience.

I entered into the world of blogging officially in 2006.

It was during my second literal 9-5 job where I could finish my work in two hours every day.

I was bored.
And there are limited options to looking as though you're working but you're really not.

MSN is fine and all. But how many ppl can u bug all-da-time-all-day-long-every-single-blardy-day (thus causing them to appear offline everytime you do).

That left with reading stuff online. And being an avid reader, getting hooked onto blogs took no time at all.

Soon I was reading the likes of Kennysia and Xiaxue along with the rest of the unimaginative Malaysian blogosphere.

And then I dabbled a little through my little Multiply world. But I never dared to take the jump into an open blog macam blogspot ini that threatened to tear away all my inhibitations.

But fate likes to wiggle our bumbums ala JLo style, and here I am. Writing a 3rd rate blog, hoping to achieve the likes of the the above mentioned few.

And I try to hold my hopes up. Taking time outta my crazy schedule to do puke some what-I-can-only-hope-is-interesting-enuff literary crap.

Forcing myself to do some techy things I hate doing (and can u blardy believe it that dis doesn't even include PS which I have been whining that I need to learn but am procrastinating cos I dread itz.)

I painstakingly stand at almost-Yoga-posing angles. Hoping to take a nice-cheapo-digicam-shot that doesn't require PS.

I spend hours on end randomly clicking buttons in blogger, trying to figure out wut buttons are for wut.

And don't even get me started on HTML.

omiblardygoodnesshtml.



And I sometimes wonder if I may be taking on a bigger job than I can handle.

But then...
Its also because of these very same reasons.
That I'm determined to make it work.


So I may not rant like XX. Or go to fancy-schmancy events like the Fairy. Or am pretty like Cheesie.

So wad.
So WAD.
SOOOOOO WAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDD.

"Now so what!
I am a ROCKstar.
I got my ROCKmoves."

I is trying.

You're not gonna get rid of me so easily.

Recruitment weekend!!!!

I only went for yesterday's. Today's is still ongoing, but will be handled by my team members.

As promised... pikchars!!!!

Raaarrrrrrrwwwwwwhhhhhhhh....

Hello all. I is pwetty Sawah.

Goth Vin and Lolli Cherry Cheryl

And dis is Ah Beng Bert. One of our wunnerful hairstylists.

Remember the new momma?

I fell in love with a blonde today.

MUA and hair stylist recruitment drive for my team this weekend!

I is excited, cos we're gonna have two people from our team dressed up avant gardish each day. I finally get to flex some creativity.

Q: I hate wearing contacts! They dry out my eyes, and make me feel uncomfortable throughout the day.

A: I used to hate wearing contacts too!

I have super sensitive eyes, and have tried everything from daily contact lens to highly recommended brands of contacts, solutions, eye drops etc., and nothing would work to stop the irritations in my eyes.

Till my sister told me this little secret.

Its over.

Over.

OVER.

*in dreamy half-disbelief*

People say it was a good wedding.
Why do I find it hard to believe?

An absolute must in every girl's toiletries set.

Fever, flu, cough, sore throat and a whole day of running around caused an entire day of breaking out in cold sweat that made me paranoid bout any possible BO.

"Let me know if I stink ok?"
"I won't do that. Because I love you."
"Awww..."
"I'm serious though."
*roll eyes*
"You don't la pls."

The MUA is sick.

And the wedding she's helping to coordinate is on Monday. And the day before, Sunday, she has another wedding, with hair & makeup jobs.

And tomorrow, she has French class, wedding rehearsal, hair & makeup work, and church to attend.

And its Friday. And she has a whole French essay to write. Forms to submit for a voluntary community care work she joined recently. And her sister is in town.

.
.
.
.
.

Help.

I finally found out why men put their heads in a rock when a girl turns them down.

C: I'm so glad I only bought a birthday gift for H.
E: Huh?
C: And picked her up a couple of times. But ya, that's about it.
E: ...
E: So...................
C: Cos I think she's not into me. And if she ends up rejecting me, it would be damn 'pai seh' to think of all these things I did for her.
E: 0_0
E: So if you didn't like her, you wouldn't have gotten her a bday gift?
C: Hmmmm...
C: I would... Just not such an expensive one.
E: And you wouldn't have gone to pick her up?
C: Well... I would've have if it was convenient. But I stay in Kepong, she stays in Puchong, and we went to One Utama!
E: So in the end, whatever you did for her is not because you wanted to do those things for her but because you liked her and wanted her to like you back.
C: *thinks*
E: And if you DID do a lot more things for her, would you be damn pissed off with yourself and ignore her afterwards cos its too difficult to be friends with her after that?
C: Ummm...
E: And would you stop treating her nice or even like a normal friend?
C: Err... Well...
E: O-muh-friggin'-goodness.
C: Its a normal reaction!

E: So why don't you just treat her genuinely??
C: Meaning...?
E: Buy her gifts because you really want to. Don't buy an expensive gift cos you want to impress her, but get her something from your heart.
C: Hmmmm...
E: And when you do stuff for her, do it because you want to bless her as a friend. NOT because you have an ulterior motive and want something back!
C: Ermmmm...
E: Then if you really treated her genuinely this way, do you think your ego would be as battered if she didn't end up liking you back?
C: Well... I guess not.
C: It'd be like how I treat my other friends. My close friends...
E: Well, there ya go. You're growing up already.

Oh woe to fragile egos.

I felt like wearing a tie to work the other day. Ala jap school girl style.

Q: I have callouses all over the bottoms of my feet.
I wan pretty feet.
Now.

A: Cinderella feet doesn't happen overnight. You gotta WORK for it!

Go for a heavy duty pedi first, and get them to shave off/ scrub away all the callouses, while giving your feet pampering treatment.

But its the maintenance that makes people groan, and what really counts.

You don't need special foot creams. Those effects are temporal.

You just need to scrub your feet everyday with a good pumice stone.
Yes, you read right.
Every-friggin'-day.

Are there good/ bad pumice stones? Yup. I've bought pumice stones that just don't scrub anything away. It just tickles.

You can't really tell from looking at the stone. General guideline is just to get a slightly rougher stone, which is not very 'tall'/ 'thick'.

Ok, I know you won't get what I'm saying so here.