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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