Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Shallow me and maybe a drunken post.

I know the Cannes festival was months ago, I just realised this post was in draft. Silly me. But the more I read the post, the more drunk and vapid I sounded. I recommend you skip all the words and jibberish and just look at the pictures. Because I might have downed more alcohol, knowing full well that my life will never be as fabulous as theirs.

Marion Cotillard. She's perfect.


She always looks natural and happy to be there. I'm really considering chopping my locks to get her haircut now.

Chanel Fall 2013 and my makeup always look the same.

Remember the occasional accidental visits to Chanel I mentioned a few weeks ago? I've stopped going to town. Just so I won't drop by, try on new makeup and buy maybe a couple of nail polishes and powders to perk up my day.

But I haven't stopped browsing all the goodness online. Dear gawd you are not helping.

Chanel Superstition Fall 2013.

I don't need more makeup. Hell, I still have makeup that I haven't used, like the Urbay Decay eyeshadows. Mostly because I don't know how, and I just don't have the time every morning to make magic happen. But, I still want the new blush and lippie. Swoon.

Friday, July 05, 2013

Scootin' to Sydney and our love for pesto pasta began.

On my trip to Sydney last week, I had one of the most refreshing inflight meals. See, I was flying Scoot, a budget airline. Well J and I opted for ScootBiz, since there was just no way we were going to fly cattle class on a budget airline overnight for 7 hours. We are too old and spoilt at this point in our lives to do that now.



Anyhoooo, somewhere above 30000ft in the sky, we were served stewed beef in red wine, accompanied by a cold pesto pasta salad and apple crumble. We were floored. It was one of the best inflight meals we've had among all the budget airlines we've taken.

Ever since then, I have a craving for cold pesto pasta salad. Something easy with greens.



Friday, June 14, 2013

E3, games and the emergence of my inner geek.

I've tried. Really. With every fibre of my being, I did not write anything about E3 2013 but my inner geek (inner? really? It's all out there under the sun.) broke out the huge grin on my face as news of PS4, Final Fantasy, Call of Duty and all the goodness Disney became oh-so-real. Yeah. All the fun stuff are coming to the stores near you. Time to lock and load!


Seriously Xbox ONE. You got pwned. End of friggin story.

Can't share games.
Can't play your old games.
Need to be online all the time even though I'm just playing my own game in my own little world.
And the creepy camera that watches you the whole time and sends gawd-knows-what back to Microsoft as you battle your way through Call of Duty.

(It's not really just nerd fandom who's flipping tables in rage. Microsoft's response: Don't like Xbox ONE? Keep playing your old Xbox 360. Read this on the Consumerist. You'll burn for this.)

I'm so glad Sony one-upped you like nobody's business.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Grown up, self-centered and unkind.

I haven't been writing much for ages. I've been trying to post interesting finds on the interwebs, but nothing on actual thoughts. That says a lot about my life in general. Lots going on, but nothing cerebral to shout about. Work, bills, obligations. No one said being a grown-up was easy. Maybe that's why we drink like a fish now. Nothing cures stress and frustration like a cold stiff drink in hand and venting endlessly. (Spoken like the true blue alcoholic)

-- Mmmmm "Between the Sheets". Yummmmmmmm.

20s was a blast. I shopped and holidayed my pain away. Now that I'm in my 30s (gooooooood lawdddddddddd) and I can't just fly away on a whim or buy lots of clothes like money is getting out of fashion, I drink. Cest la vie.

As I get older (sigh.) I realise nothing matters. Our family is all we have. And what's family? It's the intangible that holds us together.

Wispy layered hair and a ponytail twist.

I want to love my hair. I really do. But sometimes, all that wishing and hoping get you nowhere. The odd ones that just stand straight up, reaching for the sky despite all the product I've piled on. The ends which don't seem to get nourished even though I've resorted to using the hair mask as a conditioner, a tip from my loving hairdresser Rebecca. I should pay her a visit soon.

And the general flatness. Boy oh boy, the flatness.

So yeah I'm pretty much a basket case when it comes to presentation. My skin is bad and my hair stands. The wise Cher Horowitz once said, "..a full-on Monet. It's like a painting, see? From far away, it's OK, but up close, it's a big old mess." The complete package. Poor J haha.


-- The Princess "You broke my brush" Diaries


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Love: Chanel Rose Cache and being well-groomed.

I am utterly in love with my nail polish!

Loving Chanel's Rose Cache to bits. It's a muted shade of pink, not too ballerina and not too aged as well. I am a sucker for all things Chanel (especially the more affordable items such as makeup) and everything natural and polished.


I pause in front of the pink whenever I go for manicures. I don't know, I guess I'm old school when it comes to colors.

Sunday, June 02, 2013

I am going back to Sydney.

It's been 7 years since I graduated from uni. So, 7 years since I went back to the city which graciously homed me for 4 years, and opened my eyes to new things. Good lord has it been that long?

I've been back to Australia during these 7 years, mainly to the Gold Coast to see J's folks. But Gold Coast is not Sydney.


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