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Sunday, December 25, 2011

"Clinique did something utterly remarkable in 1997: Bottled happiness."
I saw this somewhere on the Clinique website.
AND I AGREE.


This is the Clinique Long Last Lipstick in 17 Watermelon. A blue-based bright pink that is bold yet wearable anytime. Smooth, creamy and very good pigmentation, it can be worn sheer as a pink stain on the lips or layered to pack a punch. Blue based, it also makes teeth appear whiter.







My favourite lipstick as it is very moisturizing and I would give it a 
Rating: 8/10
I got it through a lippie swap with C but you can get it at Clinique counters or Sephora for less than S$40. 

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loved on 1:04 PM


I've decided I'm going to do a review on all my lip products and I've grabbed a couple lipsticks lying around.


One of them is Rimmel Moisture Renew Lipstick in 440 Plumful. I would say it has amazing pigmentation and perfect shade.


Dark shade lipsticks usually get too brown or too red and makes you look either too gothic or too garish.


This is the perfect shade for me as and has good color payoff. A few swipes from the bullet and I'm good to go.
For reference, I am Mac NC25-30 with yellow undertones.


It's moisturizing and does not settle or crease and does not leave a ugly brown rim around your lips after it fades.


I have a huge problem with its scent and packaging though. For one, it smells like the Nivea products. Strong and um, flowery? Just a heady fragrance that makes me gag when I put on the lipstick and/or when I accidentally ingest some of it (inevitable with lipsticks, okay). So disappointing! It would be my favorite lipstick if not for that nasty smell.


With the packaging, the ugly neon purple and tacky plastic bullet is a bit too...80s for me. P has told me its for teenagers looking for cheap makeup to experiment with. That does not excuse the ugly packaging so, no, thank you.


I would say it is on par with other high end brands (in terms of creaminess and pigmentation only) and color is similar to the Tom Ford Orchid Black, although that has a purple undertone and this is red.




If not for the smell and taste, I would definitely repurchase but I'd give it a
Rating: 5/10


I got it from a drugstore (I think Guardian). Its S$17-20.

My nicer lipsticks are next!

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loved on 12:24 AM

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Obviously, as some of you know, the path I am going towards will eventually lead me to turn this blog into a beauty blog.


In my life, I've had many loves but none are as long lasting as my love for makeup.


Also, I'm never without my iPhone so I am blogging from my phone.


So the font, format, etc might be shit.


(Alright I had to use the computer to edit this. Font size too small and pics too large. Now the words are huge but I am always a bit blind anyway.)


Let's look at the Sephora lipstick in R20 Honey Cream. It is a beige with pink undertone. Perfect for a nude look. Pastel cream, very opaque and good pigmentation. Smells amazing, like cotton candy and vanilla.
Also, cheap at S$24.


However it's drying, can accentuate any dry bits on lips and gather in creases and wrinkles. So I won't recommend it unless you have no money and ABSOLUTELY have to get a lipstick.
Which was what I did.


As its main problem is its dryness, I'd suggest getting Topshop's lipstick in Nevada. Similar nude but more sheer and more moisturizing. Also cheaper at S$20.


Rating: 4/10

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loved on 10:14 PM

Monday, April 25, 2011

Like music that keeps playing in your head long after it has stopped.


Like the woman you still see as beautiful after she has turned into a monster.


Like the rainbow you missed as you walked home with your head down. 


Like the pages you skimmed through and read nothing.


Like the way you say "I love you" but do you really want to? Do you really?


Like staring out of the window and glassy eyes stare back at you. But there is no fear. It is a mutual understanding of the unknown. 


Like the sound of howling deep within your dreams that take you back to where you came from- a land where sound merges into light and light merges into a vortex and the land subsides. 


Be afraid of the one who writes with no force on the paper.


Be afraid of the absence of will and humanity.


Be afraid of indelible writing with no point of view. 


Be afraid of this. 

loved on 9:09 PM

Friday, April 8, 2011

Never want to be old 
And I don't want dependence 


It's no fun to be told 
That you can't blame your parents anymore 





If you say that you can listen to woes without pain, you are merely a listener and do not empathize. To empathize is to open that door of sorrow and stand in the same room as the person. You see what he sees and feels what he feels. Yet you cannot truly understand, for you cannot stand in the exact same position he is standing nor feel what is in his heart. But nevertheless, you are beside him and that itself is a comfort.



I'm finding it hard 
To hang from a star 
Don't want to be 
Never want to be old  




And you're standing in your room but the furniture have taken the left and right walls as the floors. So which is the floor? Which side am I supposed to be on? 
TRY THE MIDDLE WAY.
But I can't walk in the middle! Is that the floor?
No.
You fall through so suddenly because that is not the floor. There is no floor. You did not define it.Therefore it did not exist. 


Qns: How much dirt is there in a 50 by 50 by 50? 
How much wood does a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
Ans: None! It is a hole! 

And you fall and fall and fall, faster and faster, faster faster faster. A short low humming begins. It builds up all around. Now where did I leave that pen?
There is no time left. This will not be like Alice in Wonderland. You know you will not land softly. If you hand catches anything on the sides a finger will go.


You are falling faster and faster. You know it is ending. Split second now, you screw your eyes...






You prepare...the lovely, the beautiful explosion. 
There are five kinds of healing. A healing of the attitude, the natural immune system, medical science, miracles, and...dea-
But suddenly a scream is emitted from the pit. A howl, a screech, a shriek. It goes straight to heaven and pierces the skies.
You hang motionless in the air

Sullen and bored the kids stay 
And in this way they wish away each day? 
Stoned in the mall the kids play 
And in this way wish away each day? 


Humming humming droning around me. 

I don't really know
If I care what is normal
And I'm not really sure
If the pills I've been taking are helping

You cannot move at all apart from your limbs. The blood is rushing to your brain. 
It's like you're trapped in jelly. You can't go up, you can't go down. 
Humming is closing in. 
The whispers, hisses, "Ssssa kaa tuu, si! Come back. Come, princessssss. You don't belong. Come back. Siiiiii..."
The drums, the drums. You hear them so clear. 
They are not drums, they are your heartbeat. Irregular, speeding up, the rush, feel the rush.

You neither sink nor float. 
You thrash about but you get nowhere. The jelly around you is mushed up but you go nowhere. The humming is louder. The whispers deafen, "Sssssso, princessssss. Come kingdom kind coooome come with meeeeee.", "Comeeeee...", "Come, come, come hereeee..."

Liquid is slowly forming around your face.

Liquid is slowly pooling into the spaces you made. You cannot breathe. You push the jelly away but more liquid flows in. 
How much jelly will it take to drown yourself? Now you cannot see. It is all dark and feathery cold touches brush you by. Ssssaaaa...loveeeelyyyy...
You call out but bubbles churn out. 'Green...gurgh...'
The humming is too loud the drumming, the whispers!
"Sssaaa, kuuu...pretty lady won't you playyyyy with meeeee?"


They say that hearing is the last to go.
The humming rises to a crescendo. 




I'm wasting my life
Hurting inside
I don't really know
And I'm not really sure 

loved on 11:39 PM

Monday, April 4, 2011

loved on 12:09 PM

Monday, March 28, 2011

Sunday, Mar 27th, 2011 -- Venus, the love planet, enters your sign and your 1st House of Personality today, gracing you with an extra dose of charm. Don't accept less for yourself now; make the extra effort to look good so you feel good, too. Nevertheless, don't be frivolous with your energy; spending time with friends is healing for your soul as long as you don't overdo the fun.
tarot.com


I'm sure hanging out with my friends is invigorating for my soul. 


I am so damn sleepy now. 


Feel the buzzzzz.


Take one for the team.




I don't understand. A few minutes ago I was sitting in the bathtub soaking myself and the next thing I know, a girl with black eyes, long black hair and pearly nails had perched herself beside me on the edge of the bathtub.


"Who are you?" 


"Damn sure you know it. I look exactly like you. Fuck, I'm you."


"That's not possible. I don't swear."


"Hell yeah you do. 'Cos I'm the real you."


"That's not possible either. I'm sitting right here washing my hair. So you can't be me."




"Yeah I am. Well, whatever. I've just come to tell you that I'm Madder and to be careful. The world's not all as it seems."


"I'm sure it's not all as it seems. I mean, look, I'm sitting here talking to myself. That's downright crazy."


"No it's not. Everyone talks to themselves. Their real selves just don't come out like I do. You're going a bit barmy. You're not listening to yourself nowadays."


"But why are you called Madder? I'm sure my real self has a pretty name somewhere."


"Pretty smretty. The point of true names is that they reflect the true self. Just listen to you. You're getting madder and madder as you speak. What is your real name if not Madder?"


"I'm sure you're right."




"Now, what do you think of the world?"


"Pretty complicated, now that you mention it. I see the world upside-down sometimes. That's the real world yeah?"


"No! You're wrong. You're always wrong. Look, the world is not upside-down. It's inside-out!"


"How can it be? I'm sure we're meant to be living on the outside. If we're living inside we'd be dead right?"


"No! The point of living is to live at the core of it. And how can you be dead if you've never lived?"


"I'm pretty sure I'm not dead."


"I never said you were."


"Well."


"Look,  it's not absolute. Not black or white, one or the other. There are perceptual differences. A hundred shades of white. Perceptual differences realises it. It makes them real."


"Makes what real?"


"Makes what real? You don't sound very bright. The things which we cannot see and therefore dismiss as non-existent. You don't know anything."


"Why do you make fun of me?"


"A true sense of humour is being able to make fun of yourself. Alright I have many things to do. I'm off."


"Can I come?"


"No! You wouldn't understand. Besides you've got other superficial things to do."


"Like finishing my bath?"


"I meant studying."


"It's called the pursuit of education."


"You don't really believe that crap do you? I'd know.
Hah, I'm off. Goodbye."

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loved on 10:08 PM