The Tourist
"My mother gave it to me when I was little. She wanted to teach me that people have two sides. A good side, a bad side, a past, a future. And that we must embrace both in someone we love. And I tried."

Dead Poets Society - NH Kleinbaum 
“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?” 

If I stay - Gayle Forman
“But I’d understand if you chose love, Adam love, over music love. Either way you win. And either way you lose. What can I tell you? Love’s a bitch.”

Gone Girl - Gillian Flynn
“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)” 

This is no longer a beauty blog.

The beauty blog has been cremated.

What a shame.

Didn't it have potential?

I was once inspired. I think I really was inspired.

I am not sure when or how things slipped away. And then it was like quicksand, the initial spark or slightest bit of inspiration disappeared... into nothingness.

The jar became empty, no it wasn't a question of half full or half empty it was really quite empty.

It was a jar of lost hope and lost cause.

But you now how it all happened. It happened because you let it happen.

Was it inevitable?

It is too painful now, to look at this jar, once filled with sparks and honey that glowed under the canopy of smooth comforting leaves.

Mistakes , regret, and pain... they pollute the otherwise clean pristine water in the lake.


It is a thick overgrown forest, where are you running away to my child?

The moon will always shine, and it will always find you, like how when you turn and look up you will find it illuminating your past.

Footsteps are heavy now... rest is needed... a long deep slumber, where I slip into nothingness , where my dreams and hopes lay dormant.

Can you though?

Can you ignore the throbbing pain?

This moment

The weight of the past...the worries of the future suddenly do not seem to matter anymore...

Because i've got you.

you can have a good hair day if you want to

Hi to all beauty queens!

Yes...finally, a REAL update to this blog.

What kind of hair do you like?

For me, I love big, sexy, voluminous / out of the bed kind of hair. I am the laziest person you can find around and I don't like to do any sort of styling to my hair. Blow drying? Curling? Straightening? Ponytail? Braids? Any kind of hairdo? - NAH!

I really hate limp lifeless hair that is flat and boring and spells plain jane.. Somehow big hair = big ego boost for me -- not too straight with a bit of wave. Curls just look OLD on me.

So here are the 3 products I use to achieve the look!


Sea salt spray (27.90 SGD):
This is from Sephora but I like the one from LUSH! more for the better texture and stronger ocean smell. Sea salt hair mist helps to add extra body, texture and volume. Spray away around the crown of your head and along mid length area, then massage your hair a little. It gives some hold so you would be able to create those sexy tousled waves! Va va voom...you are a beach babe instantly, and you smell like one too! LOVE IT!

BED HEAD Superstar volumizing leave-in conditioner (29.90 SGD):
This stuff does exactly what it is meant to (gotta love the volume) except the smell is too overwhelming. I love bedhead products because they smell yummy, provides impressive results and have cool funky design but this one smells like a mixture of salt and sickening sweet fragrance of I don't know...strawberries? bubblegum? Takes a bit to get used to... I probably wouldn't get this again because the smell is a bit of a turn off!

BED HEAD Small talk (32.90 SGD):
This is a thickener as well as styling lotion and it chases your frizz away. Awesome product. This one smells like blueberry and not in an offensive way.
I usually use half to one pump on my wet hair afterwhich I brush it through and I wake up with sexy big wavy hair the next day. I definitely feel a difference when I don't use the product as my hair will lack that extra oomphh to it.
It can be used on dry hair as well, just that make sure you apply it evenly and brush your hair well afterwards else you risk clumping your hair together as this stuff is quite sticky/gunky. Wouldn't recommend it to those with oily scalp.

I get my BED HEAD products either from SASA or this shop in far east plaza that sell salon hair products which hold a better range of BED HEAD stuff. (can't remember the shop name though I think it is at level four on left side of the building...will update if I re-visit!)

If you are liking the colour of my hair, I did my hair at Hair Story @ Somerset 313. They use Aveda Hair Dye which is organic and ammonia free so you avoid those scalp burning experiences! Nikki is my hair stylist and she offers good advice/consultation before starting trim/colour. Was a little disappointed with my previous experience at Jeric as my highlights turned out less obvious than expected.

XOXO
EL

We all have to find a way to survive.
I am not talking about the means of survival.

One litre of tears

Once upon a time.

If I could, I would.

the sun bled, and instantaneously the sky became a crimson red.
the swallows cried in pain - sounds so horrifying they pierced through every bone.
one by one, they fell and plunged to their tragic death.
and not a single tear was shed that day.