Sunday, December 21, 2014

Christmas Spirit


All year round in this tropic wonder of a country we live in, white snowy Christmases aren't really a trend. Living in the city however, gives us various interpretations of what Christmas is, expressed through thousands of dollars spent on ornaments and decor that could probably feed a crowd of maybe about 20,000 or even more if put into perspective. Being up early, preparing for my church's celebration of this annual and very much anticipated holiday can be pretty taxing to be honest but it definitely is worth it. The sound of songs you know by heart, while everyone rushes around wishing you 'Merry Christmas' is awkward at times yet a warm feeling tends to burn in the sub-zero heart of mine.


Being in the spirit of Christmas, I adorned myself in the colours of a Christmas tree. Though often given weird glances and shocked looks, I plan to keep the colour for a while. Sitting in the saloon chair with the awful smell of peroxide was horrible and I thought I might've gotten 'high' from the poisonous fumes (my hyperbolic descriptions are of course for illustration purposes only). I think it's easy to say that I probably scared a few kids in the process of walking around the hotel corridors and what not.



The dress was a lovely gift from mom for my birthday. Something I couldn't possibly afford given my current state of unemployment and my ever so empty jar of coins. The Ezra (Zalora) crossbody was from a recent purchase I made about a month ago and the red and gold statement necklace was borrowed from Naomi.


On my face are the above products and also liquid liner. I am horrible at make up so don't take my word on it.

Product list (from left to right):
- REVLON NEARLY NAKED PRESSED POWDER
- Bobbi Brown Creamy Lip Color (Pink Glow 53)
- Estee Lauder Pure Color Long Lasting Lipstick (Fig 123)
- REVLON SUPER LUSTROUS LIPSTICK (SPARKLING CIDER 634)


Shoes are from Penang, and I can't remember where my mother bought them and I'm too lazy for a run down the stairs to check. They are a pair of faux snake skin kitten heels which are relatively comfortable unless you have a back problem because then, any skinny heel you wear will hurt.

This is probably one of my first 'legit' outfit posts and if you are actually reading this, do tell me what you think. You can probably find me on Twitter or something. (Twitter: @Janemenn)

Jane. 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The Unproductive, Lazy and Not So Deprived



























So besides getting out of bed late on a daily basis, I've been tucking myself in at odd hours. Eye bags have been more prevalent than  during SPM season and I'm far to lazy to put on make up to cover up any of my creases, especially with my bangs, you can now ignore my non-existent eyebrows even more. The most I put on my face is probably water and lipstick just cos I think it makes me feel like Jane Lane (Yea, I'm obsessed. Shut up.) Youth camp was really great but falling asleep was horribly hard as well as getting up given my odd internal body clock being as screwed up as it is. Well, my birthday was pretty cool, the company was great and the presents were a bonus. I should probably formulate a plan for world domination or maybe get a job and get my driver's license (or at least start by taking my first shower of the day at 2.27pm). Productivity level: 0. Great job Jane.

Jane.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Thoughtful thoughts

Is it true that if it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be? Throw out your stupid cliché on how this is about a relationship. I’m just saying, generally. If the man doesn’t want you to do it, it’s not happening. That’s what I’m saying. It doesn’t matter how good a person you are or how you treat your pals. Your fate will be the same. The whole ‘buat baik, dibalas baik’ thing isn’t true I’m sure because good things happen to bad people who don’t deserve it. Though, that’s beside my point. My point is, if you were to be the best of the good, and you did nothing wrong, would you think for a second think that your friends might treat you with more compassion. Well, I’m sure nobody expects bad to befall them and the world to fall at their feet and sometimes even more. Well, you may do great things but never expect the same good to befall you. Just don’t. Expectation is a doorway to disappointment.

Jane.

PS: Daria has consumed me.