One of those weeks where I’m just sick of blogging and everything that’s connected to it.
p/s: I’m slowly coming out of it already obviously because I’ve actually published this.
One of those weeks where I’m just sick of blogging and everything that’s connected to it.
p/s: I’m slowly coming out of it already obviously because I’ve actually published this.
I hadn’t blogged properly in the past week. Call it hormones, quarter(+2) life crisis, panic attack, call it whatever…I was in a bad place. Everything irked me. Waking up late irked me. The rain irked me. Twitter irked me. Gok Wan irked me. Gok Wan’s addiction to patent leather irked me most of all.
I had absolutely no patience for anyone, not even for the BF. I didn’t cook for over 7 days, we were eating crap food outside and that too probably contributed to my bad mood. I think I gained 3 kilos – I can’t be sure cause I refused to weigh myself. I had a blackened pimple scar on my face that made me see Timothy Tiah when I looked into the mirror (sorry Tim, I couldn’t work it like you).
But I’m feeling better now. I always feel better after a phase of darkness. It’s still work-in-progress, trying to stay positive and optimistic.
It’s not all glum & gloom though, I did have moments where I completely enjoyed myself. Like the steamboat session at Cass’ beautiful home. Cass went all out in indulging us with scallops, marbled beef slices, lamb, the whole deal. Best steamboat ever! <3 # - Most awesome steamboat!
I took the opportunity to bring a cake. Had always wanted to re-create the famous Alexis tiramisu cake, so that’s exactly what I attempted. As it’s my very first time making it, I had no idea whether the soft cheese filling would set or not.
# – It was a moment of triumph when I successfully removed the cake mould without it crumbling into a sloppy mess.
# – Then I sprinkled chopped homemade hazelnut and almond pralines all over it. I think I was pouting cause everybody kept nicking the nuts!
# – End result.
The BF said it was an excellent attempt. Of course, being very self-critical I think the sponge needed to be fluffier, the chopped chocolates in the middle needed to be bigger & rougher, the cake needed more alcohol and I needed to devise a more manageable cheese filling. The only thing I was happy with were the nut pralines :P
Then there was a Halloween party which I had to attend. I thought I was going to go as Vagrant Woman (read: tattered tee, my Donald Duck shorts and the hair net that I wore to Cass’ above) until I was inspired to make a black tiara which eventually led me to dress up as Budget Black Swan.
# – Looping cable ties around a black plastic hairband.
# – Then, cut them into tiara shape!
# – Budget Black Swan, DONE! BTW, I followed this makeup tutorial.
That’s all. Bye.
I went to the pharmacy to buy mosquito repellant but stumbled upon this curious product.
“Make nipples colour soft”.
Pink nipples? Is this some kind of male fetish or yet another stupid shit perpetrated by women themselves? Because I honestly don’t know that there’s a demand for pink coloured aureolas either.
I can understand if it’s a product to remove hair from nipples or to shrink the size of nipples (confession: large nipples freak me out) but to dye it pink?
Please enlighten me?
On a different note, I found a Coca-cola flavoured lip balm.
I bought it. It smells vaguely of coke but it doesn’t taste of anything. And the brownish tint makes my lips look diseased.
FTS.