Kitty Insomnia

"When my body refused to sleep, my mind flew away finding you, in the ocean of my thoughts."

Who would have guess. I was enrolled into a make-up class without my consent!
*wow*
Courtesy of my aunt who thinks I'm in no good to draw a few eyeliners, scribble a few colors on my eyes, brush up mascaras, splash some pink cheekbones and watercolor my own lips for that matter.

Ahh......this is one of those nightmares I had when I was a child where my mum used to make me her dummy & enjoying every bits of dolling me up, well like a doll la. What else. =_="


The outcome is I don't like make-up. Let me rephrase that.
I don't like the tedious step-by-step matter to actually make you look nice.
If you know me better or seen me before you would know what I put on my face.
Practically NOTHING!
Yes, only on special occasions like festivals, gatherings, events, hanging out with dear friends (which I hardly do, believe it or not), I will find the time to scribble my face with care just so that I feel fitted in with whatever I'm wearing at that time.
Then again I have anemic which makes me look pale most of the time, so yes, lip gloss is a must. Not lipstick.



Dolling myself up is like a past time for me. Not a MUST.
When I feel like being pretty, I'll do my make-up & hair.
If none, then you'll see me as it is.
I'm not afraid to show off my red dots of pimples to the world rather than suffocating my skin with mountains of foundations + concealers just so that I can hide behind the so-called mask.

I feel fresh without make-up.
Plus, I'm a lazy bum. Yes, I admit it unlike you people out there. lol
The thought of me putting extra effort and time to pull of the layer of make-up off my face at the end of the day makes me cry.
I'd rather spend it on napping. Seriously.

 But heck. Since my aunt already pay for my fees. I can't say no and 'ponteng' my make-up class right?
*sigh*
Ah Mei, my cousin is here to accompany me to the class since she's in it as well.
Thank God for relatives.

She came to my house at 1pm to pick me up for class today.
And here is my make-up kit/bag/briefcase (whatever you call that) courtesy of my aunt as well.
Thanks aunt Phyrah.


 my file/paperwork/notes for class + make-up kit




 inside view. its fully equip when I got it. yea girls, envy me! =P




The first few hours of class was agony.
I would rather let Desmond poke me at training than being here in class coloring eye shadows on a piece of paper. Make it two actually. The teacher prefers to let me practice blending the colors and its like art class all over again back in high school

So much as I hate this part, but heck. Think of the bright side.
Learning an extra knowledge can be useful some day.
You never know when you're going to need a make-up artist on your wedding day or any event by that matter.
*laugh away*

Ok. Enough vanity time. I'm bored + hungry.
Just woke up from my nap. Feels good.....

Ahh, my gf just smsed me saying there's an opening for AirAsia. No idea when yet but she'll keep me posted.

It's high time for some serious flying now! Lalalaaa......





p/s: Dessy prefers AirAsia than MAS. I wonder why....?? lol








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