Wow! The sister’s Indian wedding ceremony at Sungai Petani is just around the corner; next weekend actually. Then it’ll be 2 weeks after to her KL reception. How time flies.
In the pass months the sis had been over her head with stuff to prepare; wedding decorations, invitations, dresses, photography sessions, wedding bands, etc, etc. On top of that the parents are really making a lot of unnecessary fuss that’s not going to make things easier.
I’m pretty excited because i get to wear a gorgeous saree and at the dinner i get to look my best. :). Ok, i’ve already admit before that i hate weddings but this is different because i’m with family and they are not petite little things that make me look like a giant slob.
But my god, i do hope that the parents won’t insist on having a Chinese wedding dinner when my turn comes. I absolutely protest! You know, i find Chinese weddings absolutely over-rated. It’s way too commercialized nowadays. I do not understand the need to change into so many different dresses at the dinner and the photography sessions are so over the top. It’s like holding an exhibition. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.
Why can’t weddings be like this?
It’s so, so fun! (Btw, the song is Marry You by Bruno Mars now and i am absolutely obsessed with him right now!)
Ah… it’s really hard to find inspiration to blog. To find time to spare to rant here is even more difficult. I salute people who can actually blog at least twice a week. I wish i was that disciplined LOL.
Been spending most weekend shopping, shopping and shopping. Raya Sales is the best!
So far i’ve bought some nail polishes from The Face Shop which i am going to attempt some DIY, a new skinny jeans from Promod, a T-shirt from Zara that i only now realize it’s in the wrong size (oh bother!) and a layered black dress from Colours for a wedding dinner.
See the layers? The sis calls it the “Layered Kek” dress (that’s a cake pronounced with a K) LOL.
I’m also have my eyes set on a bag and a clutch from Charles & Keith, a sequenced top i saw at Debenhams and another black dress at Zara. But my tight budget means it all have to wait.
Sigh… there are so many weddings to attend in the end of this year that i am really wishing i wasn’t invited at all in the first place. I’m really happy that couples are getting hitched and i’m really glad with the happy ending, THE END crap but come on, we are going to be so broke giving red packets, plus the dresses i have to buy is making me faint.
Money aside, it’s really no fun to shop for dresses in Malaysia when you are not a flat-chested, petite little thing but busty like me. It’s so stressful!
Don’t drop us anymore bombs okay??!! I don’t want to go shopping for dresses anymore! I don’t wan’t to spend money on your red packets when instead i can finally get the Aldo pumps and Nine West boots i want so blardy much. I am that selfish. :P
I rarely blog about cosmetics and beauty stuffs. That’s because i’m a lazy bum and i prefer spending a few more extra minutes in the morning, in bed. I suspect i’m a guy in my previous life. Well, Mr. Bf agrees with me… not about me being a lazy arse but about me being a guy…that’s saying a lot about his sexual preference haha. I’m joking honey.
Ok, i admit it’s like only once a month, a week during PMS that i’m super vain and would pester Mr.Bf about my weight, my hair, my skin. Then i’ll go on a crazy shopping spree coz i need some more dresses or skirts and other girly things that i’ll probably wear only twice before deciding that it’s too feminine for me.
Youtube and search for DIY beauty stuff too. Like these.
*goes into bimbo mode*
The bangs are amazing ain’t it?! It’s hot!
And the curls is like brazziliant! Like i wish my hair would grow longer… like right now coz it’s not long enough to curl! I mean like… bummer!
*goes off bimbo mode*
Like wtf.
And i’ll drive him crazy complaining about how my hair looks and how i need to get it straightened/curled/dyed, that i need a new look. Girls, don’t be shocked but that’s the only time of the month that i actually buff and polish my nails feverishly like a psychopath.
Other days i’m just plain lazy.
But recently i’m pretty obsessed with my face. Everytime i look into the mirror i see a new spot! I’m getting old wtf. And that stupid beautician in Hartamas made my acne worst. Stupid unprofessional b*atch. FFK queen, late for appointments, do your facial session but at the same time chit chatting on the phone and made my acne worst – now i have really bad scars! Those interested to know the name of the beauty parlor let me know. I will email to you. Don’t go there. I hope she goes bankrupt!
I’m not ever gonna trust that friend of mine. Thanks for recommending the worst place for facial wtf.
Fortunately another friend recommended a new place for my facial and i’m almost cured except for the scars. Now i’m using Dermalite products.
This is before i used Dermalite. Ok, not really coz it was 3x worst then this by the time i quit the previous salon.
Before
And this is after 2 session of facial at the new place within 2 months using Dermalite products. Taaa daaa!
After
The last facial i went to, Angela recommended something like an Oxygen mask. It was like pouring acid on to my face. I cried the whole 10mins the mask was on my face! Excruciatingly painful but it worked wonders :). Oi leng ng oi meng wtf.
Next step is to zap away the scars. Hopefully soon before Mr. Bf goes insane. Wtf. I’m not having PMS, i’m just having a quarter-life crisis.
