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missing my make-up

I am missing my make-up bag. I seem to have lost them, along with some of my cosmetics/beauty tools.

the favorites of the lot

my favorites are in the land of the lost now. 

While it seems silly to be sad about a lost bag of make-up. I really do feel the urge to:

a.) scream like mad.

b.) run off to the nearest beauty counters and grab a replacement.

c.) cry and eat ice cream.

All of those seem pointless as of the moment. So, I just did a quick inventory of my stash and figured out what I lost.

Majolica Majorca Jeweling Eyes in SV887, Majolook Illuminator Eyeshadow in BR788, MAC Powerpoint Eyeliner in Engraved, My Curling Iron, Make Up Forever Mat Velvet Foundation, Majolica Majorca Lash Expander Frame Mascara, a Shiseido Eyelash curler and lastly a mini sized Shu Uemura lash curler (for the tiny lashes on the edge of my eyes).

Lost quite a lot of items and those are worth a lot to me. As I have carefully collected mt stash and made sure the shade/s and tools are right for me.

I have nothing to wear on my face if i have a special occasion to go to. All that was left of my collection are my lippies and a few of my colorful eye shadow palettes. No more nude/ smokey eyes. Literally half of my make up is gone.

The only consolation is I don’t use make up daily.

 

Excuse me for a moment while I go eat ice cream.

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my awesome Mum

Its my Mums birthday today! *I am looking forward to another awesome dinner. We are the type of family that celebrate birthdays.*

And when it is her birthday the first thing that comes to my mind is  Rocky road ice cream.

photo from christines-cuisine.blogspot.com

photo from christines-cuisine.blogspot.com

She loves that stuff, she can finish of half a tub of ice cream in one sitting. I think that alone is a feat in itself. I can only eat 3 scoops of ice cream and I get tired of it. 

My Mum is my most loyal ally and at times my worst enemy. I got her sharp tongue, freckles, panic attacks and a rather short height.  I am always in awe of my Mum. For me, I can never be a quarter of who she is, or what she does. I can also never be as beautiful as my Mum. She is the most selfless, giving, kind, loving, and positive person I know. She can find the positive in every situation, its something I am trying so hard to learn. She says all the right words in every situation. Her beauty radiates in her wisdom, determination, calm, and perseverance. She might not be physically beautiful but hers is the rare kind of beauty. It’s internal. It radiates from the inside out. It draws people to her. It’s the kind of beauty that I also want to have never fades.

 

She stood by me when the times are tough. She has stood by me through every sickness, bad grades, skinned knees, bad relationship/s I have been through. She looked like she had been dragged through hell and back when I got pneumonia and ulcer at the same time she has been by my bed side without any sleep for 3 weeks. She was the one who cried when I got my impacted tooth surgically removed. (this happened twice, I had 3 impacted teeth removed) She is also the one who was with me through the worst depression inducing surgery of my nasal polyps. And still the one who accompanies me to the dentist, E.E.N.T., family doctor and dermatologist till now.

My Mum also got into a huge argument with my Math teacher for my poor grade. The teacher made us copy the test questions from the blackboard, I copied it and solved it like everybody else but the question I copied was actually wrong. (due to my poor eyesight, that time we did not know I had myopia) So all my answers are wrong because all the questions I copied was wrong.  She petitioned for me to get a re-take this time with glasses on. I actually freaking passed. * the school the printed out test questionnaires after my unfortunate experience.

When ex-BF#1 and I decided to call it quits. She is the one I turn to for advice. She has been the shoulder I cry on. I could hear the pain in her voice when I told her ex-BF#1 cheated on me. The friend I vent to. When ex-BF#1 almost got us killed in a road rage incident, my Mum is the one I tell every sordid detail to. But even with all that she never put him down. No negative word. Mum was hurt, angry, upset, not at him and his family but at the way he/they treated me.

She is not a christian, she is a Catholic. But she prays with me. She always lets me know I am not alone. She is the reason I am resilient as I could be. She helped me face the world. She always picked me up, while never, ever putting anybody else down.

 

My mum is one tough mommy, she is selfless. Just last year she had hysterectomy and appendectomy at the same time. Through the whole healing process she is always worried about our day to day activities. And we always come home to her smiling and saying how did your day go? just like nothing happened.

 

My Mum is very compassionate. Having a full time job, being a nurturing mum to child with Cerebral Palsy (that’s my 26 year old little brother, imagine having to carry/look after him), a loving wife and business partner to my moody dad (blame that on andropause) , a supportive mum to my reckless college junior little sister, a kind mum to a rebellious me, plus a very patient grand mum/caretaker to five pet rabbits. She is always busy with doing stuff for us. (meals, packed food provisions, medicines, materials we need, occasional treats,  etc.) Most of the times we never really paid attention to what she does and yet, I know everyday would be chaos without my mum taking care of us.

 

I can also never guess what my Mum would like. I always fail when I go buying clothes for her. She is picky with fabrics. But if there is one thing  I always know is when my mum is going to scream. She screams for a lot of reasons: driving fast, the manicurist tugging her cuticle with a nipper, whistling kettle, a speeding motorcycle passing our side… etc. I can never have a boring day with my mum. We can stay at home wearing ratty pajamas and talk for hours, play chess, watch the television, eat ice cream, grab take-outs, sleep and sleep some more.

A family photo.  L-R Me, Little Sister, Dad, Mum

A family photo. (L-R) Me, Little Sister, Dad, Mum *little brother not in the photo.

Mums, Happy Birthday! We love you very much! 

-Your firstborn

 

A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. — Tenneva Jordan

 


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a quick escape

I wish I could be someplace else but since it looks like I am going to be stuck here, I might as well go on a little journey of my own by burrowing my nose on a book. To me, books are encapsulated magic, they take me to places I never could have been, talk to famous people both living and the dead, they are also teach me lot of stuff and keep me company when I have none.

Frederick the Literate -by Charles Wysocki Photo taken from http://www.artifactsgallery.com/

Frederick the Literate -by Charles Wysocki
Photo taken from http://www.artifactsgallery.com/

I am never lonely or alone when I am with a book. I just sit on the couch and I can be in any part of the world, or on the fantasy world. I have friends big and small, furry, scaled, armored, winged, or deep in the ocean. In  there I can be a peasant, a princess or a unicorn! I can also be deep in thought while trying to analyze what the author is saying, but there is never a dull moment when I am with a book. I can go on reading for hours till I fall asleep and the moment I wake up, I want to go reading again.

Most  of my childhood was also spent in the company of books, I used to stay at the library for hours and go home with three books in tow, the next day I will be back again for more books. For the little me at that time,  ultimate comfort was having a good book, a bowl of ice cream and a rainy sky outside my window.

Since it is now the time for the rainy season, books the perfect place to get lost in.

There is no friend as loyal as a book. -Ernest Hemingway