la mer est chance. non, non! mais je suis coco.

the intention was to reach home by 9 and go for a long run. just to let the legs go wild. then shower and sleep by 11.

obviously that didn't happen.

as random as it gets, i went for a hen party. crazy make up and bunny ears. very fun :) happy girly night out.

i come home and open up bonne 'chance chanel'. then i treat myself to a jar of miracles. ;)

gifts and gooodies like this are always welcome. the cosmetic junkie within has been satisfied thoroughly.

now i write, while my eyelids gravitate toward the floor. so bon nuit. a la weekend!

come... and burn your heart away

come... and burn your heart away
Originally uploaded by insee

reflecting on the past 7 days, i've realised that life does change. mine has been fluctuating like my bank balance. riding on a full tank of happiness and high on sun, sea and smiles.

i've discovered that there is such a thing as 'lightning wax' by diana king. developed my first lomo roll. i've tasted presshafruit juice from a triangular bottle. i've found the perfect foundation, crème and powder. finally got the perfect blush tint. i'm progressing en française. i've been on 2 budget airlines and i've been driven 1.5 hours on a motorbike/scooter to the airport. seen some beautiful seascapes. drunk chilled coconut on a burning hot day. not to mention i've had yummy food. sour sour mangoes with chilli. and i've been somewhere where the sleaze meter is so high that it made me feel safe.

all that's left to do now? go up in smoke.

au revoir,
amelie

i'm vain...

and the canon service centre knows that too.

i can't imagine anything more embarrassing than sending your camera into service without removing the memory card. it doesn't help that there were more than 50 narcissistic photographs of myself with blood red lipstick and green eyeshadow. horrific i tell you, but the service centre guys would have had something to laugh about. (but then again, if they circulate it, i might become a movie star...)

my face may even be pasted on a dart board and every time someone aims well enough for a bullseye, i get a pimple. (although i'm quite sure there are a handful of people who may be doing that already...) grievances aside, i think it is only prudent that you be protective over your photos, even if you may want to be 'discovered'. your intellectual property is at risk too, and you never know if the person on the other side needs a subject for a voodoo experiment...

I have red and yellow fingernails!

And, I bought lime green and orange shoes.

Lime green shoes have been on my list for a long time... I'm only worried that I'm starting to resemble some sort of macaw with this new fascination of avian mating colours.

Anyhow, painting my nails was fun. Almost artistic. Trying to get this squiggly curve to turn out right, with just the right amount of red and yellow was an utterly rewarding experience. As a first timer with creative nail painting, more so on myself, the little bits of keratin on my fingers turned into a temporary canvas for a walking exhibition of abstract art. I quite like it though. If not for the sloppiness inherent in my left hand (I'm right handed) I would say they are pretty perfect... Hah, enough about that...

I have also been looking for the perfect economic, colourful, stylish, well printed organiser. There are many interesting ones, the one I took a liking to was the Monologue 2009 A6 diary that comes in pink, white, black and purple. Unfortunately, I need an organiser, which tends to be more flexible. So my search continues.

'cos your so auto-de-blu

it's true. look how they shine for you. suddenly i see, that's what i wan't to be. you can see she's a beautiful girl... she's a beautiful girl; everything around her is a silver pool of light.

i was thinking along the lines of 'purple dash' but i'm more of an 'auto-de-blu'. tired and worn out i'm writing on a day that brought no inspiration. i have become a work-a-holic. my only entertainment is the walk home, occasionally bumping into people i know. my newly acquired philosophy has deleted stress from the dictionary. 'stress' is there only if you leave room for it. once it's removed, things become manageable. they're still difficult, but they're getting done. this sort of attitude comes by when you know there's nothing left to lose.

as far as philosophies go, i used to rule the world. many worlds. i've seen them crumble and shatter before me. there's no lost meaning, because there was nothing meant. there's no lost feeling, because there was nothing felt. when 'things' begin to lose their value, is when you are at your best.

i say goodnight and go,
amelie

"... and the magic is in the eyeliner"

a long long day today began with a migraine of sorts. usually a cup of tea solves everything, unfortunately today did not seem very usual. two cups in the morning didn't open my eyes. the other two in the afternoon were not too useful either. but the 3 dozes of darjeeling in the evening had some effect on my capabilities and i managed to stretch my work day a coupla more hours. once the regular part of life, aka work, was done with, the hunger kicked in. half a pizza later, a friday night calls for something special. today it was known as pistachio and white chocolate cake. which, naturally would go along with a fragrant cup of earl grey. in total of 8 cups of tea could equal substance abuse, and hence i am awake at 3 am trying hard to think and explain why it is only eyeliner that makes it to heaven in the book of make-up.

i've come up with a random theory of weekly make-up. it is always lovely to look good because it makes you feel good too. but somehow my migraine today took out the greyer side of my face. dotted with concealer and a toned down red lipstick i faced the world of cosmetics. not very impressive i would say. but saved, in terms of 'face'. anyways i digress, from the varied levels of make up exploited this week along with the events that i was lucky to attend, i would say the eyeliner is royalty. almost the spice of life that encourages a stranger to smile, or a passer by to turn just for that second glance.

in any case, i leave eyeliner, mascara and the works only for extreme situations when it is absolutely necessary. mostly because my eyes suffer. even with all these clever remover products and opthomologically (right spelling i hope) tested eye make up my eyes can get itchy with all the residue. so naturally, after 2 days of using it, the third is always a rest day.

so back to the theory.
monday: basics (which are concealer, face powder, blush and lip balm) with pencil eyeliner
tuesday: basics, pencil eyeliner, lipstick
wednesday: basics, liquid eyeliner, mascara
thursday: basics, liquid eyeliner, lipstick
friday: basics. mascara. lipgloss. (anything more might make you attract way more attention than required, but then again i know a lot of people who can carry off the works with no issues so this report is subjective)

anyways since the tea has gotten me on the subject of vanity, i need to leave you before i begin a less indept and more ridiculous analysis of make-up and other vain vices of our world.

au revoir,
amelie