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Realised it has been ages since I've last posted my big a** picture on my blog, so here it is!

*ta-dah!*

Disclaimer: Never drink and drive. Same as, never drive and camwhore :P (I was at a traffic stop, so yeah, I've got the excuse)

Anyway, this is how I try to achieve daily morning. Simple. Classy.

Am still trying to perfect my eye make up. The barely-there-yet-you-know-it's-there effect. Hehe! I heart... heart love adores the M.A.C makeup I recently splurged on. It's really to die for.

Ok lah, not exactly to really die, but seriously, if you can afford, please head over to M.A.C counter for tips on makeup which'll be catered exactly for you.

Talk about personalisation :)

I was let loose one day with no intention to splurge on makeup, when I stepped into a new paradise - M.A.C. The girl, of whom I seriously can't remember her name, guided me through the necessary steps to achieve a barely-there look. She recommended a few products, and knowing M.A.C prices, I was telling myself initially to NOT splurge.

Nope. I didn't listen to myself. Nor the little voice. Nor my hubby's protest.

Nope I'm not going to reveal the crazy amount of money I spent.

Instead, I want to say I love the products she recommended. Okay, maybe I'm biased, like since I've spent so much on something so of course I will have to say it's good right. NO ! It is DAMN great. Seriously!

Then again, I have never tried Stilla. The only branded makeup stuff I have bought prior to M.A.C was my BobbiBrown Eye Corrector Cream, which, I also have to say, is something to die having for! I compared the BobbiBrown Eye Corrector Cream to my new M.A.C Moisture Eye creme and I have to say, BB wins hands down.

So... on my face...
I have BobbiBrown Eye Corrector Cream....

then M.A.C Eye cream for the lids to open up...

then el-cheapo eye shadow...

then Mabelline / is it L'Oreal liquid eye liner...

then L'Oreal mascara...

then CyberColours blusher...

and my generic lip gloss i.e. petroleum jelly.

I feel like a cake now.

Rainy Sunday Morning

Seeing my entries lately have been a cm shy from depressive and delusional, I thought, maybe it isn't right of me to continuously instil such unwanted notions into innocent happy minds.

Hence, I play on with a happier note.

Today is going to be my happy Sunday, or that's what I intend to make the best out of it to be happy. Having gone through the worst out of the worst category of customer yesterday, an hour shy from my closing time, they left me with a crazy migraine that lasted through the night.

Neither me nor my staff have seen them at any time of the four years. And maybe they earnestly wanted to get the infra-red thermometer. And maybe they earnestly had doubts on the accuracy of such digital gadgets. And maybe they earnestly think that because I look young so I am an easy target for social bully or relent to their concept of "we are customers, so we are right!".

Somehow I have a strong feeling that they think I am young and with a simple raise of voice of their part, so I will back down.

WRONG!

By far, last night was my ever first time
1) got extremely very angry
2) lost my control and raised my voice
3) showed all signs of temper to customers

It bewilders me each time people think that products purchased can be returnable / exchangeable for cash or other products. It shocks me to know that SUCH people have the nerves to suggest that I re-sell their rejected products.

Not that I need any analysing device, I do not need to be a genius to deduce SUCH people's aura and personality.

Best of all, they paid via credit card and demand cash return??? Haih... do you think I am innocently so stupid looking to obey your wishes, or are you pushing your luck too far?!

Damnit.

Shoot. It is supposed to be my happy Sunday.

HAPPY THOUGHTS PLEASE!

At this exact point, JD calls for attention.

My beautiful treasure who'll never cease to brighten up my life. He just woke up and demands his daily hugs. Now he's sitting on my lap, trying his best to reach out to my laptop and fails; turning back to look at my face with a crossed face as to why I keep pushing the laptop further from him :)

Yes, today is my happy Sunday. It is up to me to make it happy!

Today is going to be a beautiful Sunday!

And I wish for that every day for every one in this entire world!

I wish upon a Wishing Car

Truth to be told, I have no idea why I like this car. Maybe under the influence of a virus called, TV-Virus coz ever since I have been in contact with this virus, I dream of nothing but a Wish.

I like it coz it is big, and it doesn't look like the typical MPV which I always tease to look like a loaf of bread. Or maybe it does but compared to a variety of different MPVs, I really like Wish.

Hubby is a car fanatic, as so, I have been influenced slightly to have a general lookout of cars on the road. From an initial idiot of car company and logo, at least, I can differentiate between Perodua and Proton. Ha ha ha! Such an accomplishment... (ironic voice)

Okay, so we were talking about how our normal 5-seater car might not have enough space when we have a second baby-Yong. For the fun of it lah, we have been window shopping (looking through the car window when we are on the road). And both of us finally came to a compromise of putting Wish as our next dream car.

Up to the point of me being preggers again, or another car that we can both agree upon... Wish... is my wish :)

He Never Gives Up

《汪洋中的一条破船》

If you can read Chinese, please spare some effort in finding this book, and read it. This is an autobiography of a man who had polio since birth, and despite all odds, he lived through a life with a perseverance very much stronger than any normal people.

Although it is depressing that he didn't get to live a long life, having being diagnosed with cancer and passed away at the age of 32, the story of his life lives on.

I wish to say, if you ever feel like you are alone and suffering from certain obstacles... never indulge in self-pity. We need to constantly remind ourselves that life is indeed much more than a Gucci bag (sorry lah, I'm always relating back to Gucci).

If we don't even understand life, then what kind of a life are we heading towards? or what kind of life do we have now?

Love comes and goes

Like the love for Gucci.

I used to think that branded are for the riches, or the wannabe riches. When I was still studying and living the life of a peasant, it makes no sense to me, to give up all my available money and use it on a branded bag.

As time passes, even the love of having a branded bag was slowly extinguished, due to the constant reminder on how much that amount of money spent on a bag, can actually be the staple income allowance of others for months. And I feel shy to think that I ain't rich hence why spend on branded, like Gucci.

Okay, let me tell u a story about my relationship with Gucci.

I first knew about such a brand when I was in University. I know, albeit delayed knowledge since I did mention just now that I do live the life of a peasant, so how do you expect a peasant will know about the wonders of Gucci, right?

So I first lay my eyes on the label Gucci many years back. In order to owning such a exquisite label, I would need to part with a huge amount of my savings, and it seemed like millions impact then. Hence, even though I do like the design, I gave up.

There are many imitations around, right? SO why settle so much for a branded label, where even if I carry the REAL branded bag out to the mall and people will think that it's a fake. And if I do happen to spent thousands on a branded bag, certainly I can't enjoy the idea of having people thinking that it's a fake. Seriously, that'll kill me. Really.

Hence, I gave in to imitations, I know, damn cheap skate. But I was determined to have a lookalike-Gucci-Bag that i felt sure that even an imitation would suffice.

And then I realised, there are truck loads of differences. For one, quality is the main issue. Imitation doesn't give u the leathery smell of a new bag, with accompanying label key chains. And it certainly doesn't give u the thrill of knowing that you are capable to own such quality bag. More importantly, the connection you feel towards the REAL bag... seriously, it's almost heaven.

But will I still spend thousands, even if I can afford it now, on a real Gucci bag?

The thing is, how sure am I that I do like this Gucci bag? Or I could have been biased all these wihle thinking that it's the 'best' brand? What if I regrets it later?

*shock*

Then thousands of money will go in waste... SIGHhhh...

and same goes, almost a year of JD's milk powder.

So it's all down to a simple conclusion.

To break all unnecessary thoughts of spending.... have a child.
Seriously, it works!