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. 

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.

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.

5 more agonising days

So basically, by the looks of the title you can tell that this is about SPM. Just a tiny update and venting space as per usual. I feel like with all these long breaks I've been given a large amount of time to prep for the next horrendous catastrophe of a paper but I choose to use that time for loading myself up with many sweets and a good load of Nestum and IKO cookies. I've also grown very fond of the palazzo pants Vanessa's mom handed down to me. It's extremely comfy but I just wish it was a tad bit cinched at the waist because it's pretty loose. During this period my mind is literally just filled with the thought of my career in fashion and if it will actually happen. I keep thinking of the horrible incident at which it doesn't happen. What then? I can't afford to dip my toes in the water to see if the water's too cold. I have to jump straight in. I hope I get the chance to get a fashion internship alongside a local designer or even an online magazine. I just wanna do fashion. I want to sit at a fashion show and watch it, and run around during KLFW taking pictures of pieces that I like as they float down the runway. (This is getting uber cliche) I just want to do that for as long as I'm capable but the thing is, will it bring cash? I still intend to feed myself. As much as the hippie, living out of a van life is cool and all, I plan to have 3 girls who will be perfect from every aspect imaginable. Though I still can't imagine myself married, I like to think myself capable of raising adequate and absolutely immaculate human beings. Getting back to the subject matter, i really hope I achieve what I strive for and I hope hard work is enough to get me where I want to go and i really really hope my determination kicks in. Seriously. I want this so bad. Like so bad.

Jane.

Want bags, need shoes

So instead of studying I went on to mooch around on Charles & Keith's website. Found these few jewels I touched at the store the other day and I they're on sale at the moment but even then I cannot afford any. Sadly we can't all have what we want now can we. Among all the hatbox bag is killer, so are the striped wedges (which make your legs look 10 times longer!). Gah I really have to stop this madness.

Jane.

Laundry anxious

Besides the normal blanking out and stretching vigorously during this examination period I've gotten accustomed to the environment of the cold and silent hall (apart from the occasional coughs and sneezes or whispers from the very mysterious invigilators). 4 out of 10 done and I want this to end as quickly as possible but it feels like I'm waiting for my laundry to be done in the wash ( I hate laundry and I can't be still till it's out of the machine and drying in the laundry room, I'm sure you know how I feel... maybe not... whatever). Though with all that is happening I can't help but anticipate the future. It's a pure excitement for this to end. Literally. I feel like I'm counting down to my birthday (which I am). Well other than my birthday I very much want to start more fashion posts on this here space or maybe start a new space. Who knows? But I should be working along the lines of that, hopefully this plays out accordingly.

Sayonara Seafield

Prom's long gone, and I have officially succeeded in blending in with the walls. Well SPM's on the way and I am screwed. Why am I even here? Well excited for this period to end, I feel like I'm counting the days till I get released from jail. Though high school has definitely been an experience, I don't know how to sum it up. Many people might say "High school has changed me so much as a person and I am forever grateful #highschool #forlife #ilovemyclass" or "High school's over, F- YES!" but honestly I don't know how I feel about leaving. It's like thank the heavens I will never have to see you basic faces ever again with a dash of I'm gonna cry and a sprinkle of OMG I'm gonna play Sims 4 after SPM. Kinda reminds me of the one time my mom made soup out of all the almost rotten food in our fridge. How the soup and high school relate, no clue. But two things I feel that I've taken from high school, are never make stupid decisions, cos when you do, you're screwed and always do sound checks if you're in charge of something related to a PA system (ALWAYS). So that's it, may I fair well next week in what my teachers call 'Medan Peperangan SPM'. 

Jane.