Christmas Wishlist :)

Below is my Christmas Wishlist. I'm giving all my Christmas presents late because I'm short on cash, so if you don't get anything from me just yet, I'm sorry!

Cosmetics
♥ Shu Uemura 24K Gold Eyelash Curler
♥ MAC 217 Brush
♥ MAC MSF in Petticoat
♥ Urban Decay Shadow Box
♥ Philosophy Lipgloss
♥ Too Faced Retractable Kabuki
♥ Mini Snowflake Tweezers

Clothes & Accessories
♥ Aldo Graniti Handbag
♥ Winter Coat
♥ Large Leather Tote
♥ Knit/Fleece Gloves
♥ Pajama Pants
♥ Black Leather Belt

Bath & Body Products
♥ Bath & Body Works Soap
♥ Bath & Body Works Body Butter

Hair Tools & Products
♥ 1/2 Inch Pink Flat Iron
♥ CHI Protective Treatment
♥ Hair Dryer

Video Games
♥ Xbox 360 Arcade
♥ Kingdom Hearts Re: Chain of Memories (PS2)
♥ Star Ocean: The Last Hope (360)
♥ The Last Remnant (360)
♥ Left 4 Dead (360)
♥ Infinite Undiscovery (360)
♥ Street Fighter IV (360)
♥ Wireless Pink 360 Controller

Other
♥ Shower Audio Player
♥ Wireless Keyboard & Mouse
♥ Webcam

Justifed information

Warning: This content of this post is derived from the purpose of bottled anger and anxiety.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was always oblivious to the negativity around her. Her daily appearance was no where near spectacular - she sat quietly with her hair pulled back daily behind the dull glasses that sat on the bridges of her nose. When the times for conversation were presented, she set herself up to become vulnerable. She was an open book, honest, and friendly. As the years progressed, each page of her book started to close. She learned that the world was actually a cruel place.

I remember in middle school when I had no brain or greater grip on common sense that every friendship could last forever... until the very end of 8th grade. I gradually began to question myself about the changes that were bound. These thoughts perplexed me so much that felt so inclined to compose a 2,000 word blog on Xanga about it! One person who commented told me that the friends I had would NOT change. Bullshit.

I am aware that many people, underclassmen particularly, think of me as stern and mean. Many consider my personality as unfavorable. I don't blame them. Some felt so strongly about this that they went as far to create a hate club about me. For truth's sake, my mission is to keep the friends I have now, and keep the other suitors of my friendship at bay. I have little intention in building additional strong friendships. Maybe I'm hesitant, afraid of repeating the past: making lots of friends and feeling dismal in the end when they drift or betray you. Keep that shit to a minimum and you've got minimum drama. (Pardon my cynical attitude.)

To put it simply, the number of real friends you're going to have in your life, particularly at the crossroad where families have been established, can be counted on your hand(s).

I'm still at two real friends, and maybe someday I can add on and make it three. I take that back, I've got more than that now.

After a brief evaluation of my life thus far, four people that truly deceived me are on my mind.

1. You and I built a strong bond within a year. I trusted you with the things I told you, and I never realized that you were only trying to pry into my life to dig up information so that you could tell the rest of the world a distorted story to dislike me. When you discovered I was aware of your intentions, you wrote me an apology letter, and I accepted it. But you committed the same crime twice, and further damaged our friendship. You then sent someone to deliver yet another letter. I took it, and trashed it.

2. You violated your own morals when "that person" became a part of your life. That person was always deceiving you and your friends, and when your friends were concerned you claimed that you would never pick sides. But your choices and priorities were clear to me. His poison plagued you and you changed into a person that no one knew. I could see the concern and pain your parents felt when you did things no one could be proud of. That is why I left you. I never asked the other girls to follow me and support my decision, but they willingly chose to. I know that one of them regretted it.

I still see your mother sometimes and she smiles at me. Maybe she sees the memories of our friendship fondly.

3. I have not unveiled the true reasons for our separation. I have somewhat of a lead, but I suppose I will never be able to confirm it. I suppose it will always remain a mystery. I still care for you, even after all the distrust and betrayal, and wonder how you are. Can you feel the tension when we are near?

4. There was an instant connection between us, and I kind of looked to you as a sister. Like "number two" your sense of character altered, and like "number one" you betrayed me not once, but twice. The first time, I accepted it and faced the fact that I had little justification to hold a grudge. The second time is absolutely unforgivable.

Mending our relationship is impossible now.

I've found that the people who had the courage to confront me and my wrongdoings are the people I hold no ill-will to. The ones who remained silent are the ones I still think about and question.

Ah, I feel eight times lighter. Time to play video games.

Lack of anticipation

On top of a bamboo place mat is a rounded edge square plate with steaming hot pasta. The fragrance of the creamy cheese sauce and the slender slices of grilled chicken tempt my taste buds. Red grape tomatoes add small jolts of color to the hills of pasta blanketed with sauce. With a metal fork, I jab gently at the pasta and bring it to my mouth. I close my eyes in sheer delight.

This two week deprivation from school has made my list of worries slim. Deadlines that needed to be met have been pushed back. Responsibilities have been laid aside. Information on tests and homework have only become a memory. My brain is instead filled with thoughts pertaining to weekend events, conversations with friends, and playing Valkyrie Profile 2.

What's the theorem I learned in calculus? Ha, I can't even remember - doubt I can make another 100 on a quiz. I'm so screwed for this upcoming test.

This blog is more like a mental note.

TO-DO LIST:
1. AP Government - response paper & unit terms
2. AP English - packet on Julius Caesar
3. AP Calculus - work on review & study
4. Anatomy - project on immune system (call Maria)

Damn, what a list! I guess no more time can be dedicated to VP2.

Widened scope

It's been about 2 weeks since my last mark here on blogspot. Just take a look at the pages baring the recent weeks in my pretty floral planner, and you'll understand why. Teachers are dropping homework daily that they either 1) honestly grade or 2) place the information on tests. Extra-curriculars like National Honor Society and DECA are jump starting at similar dates and times. School now gets the big ol' stamps of urgency and priority.

To escape the never-ending movement of school events I've been taking full advantage of my afternoons with a car. Before Monday night band practices, I always grab some lunch or do an hour of window shopping. I treat myself to tapioca or all-fruit smoothies on hot days.

But lately, the days haven't been so hot since Hurricane Ike's assault. (I still treat myself with cold green tea ice cream nevertheless.)

My house faced some pretty serious damage when Ike hit, but it's nothing life threatening. We had a number of sporadic leaks that led to saturated carpeting and a moist ceiling. Two days after the hurricane, the ceiling caved in and collapsed three times in our guest room. Pictures of the destruction in that room can be viewed via Facebook and Myspace.

The school also faced some damage so class has been dismissed temporarily. It feels like summer again. I'm happy to be able to submerge myself in extended hours of sleep and long sessions of playing video games. I've also been killing time by having fun with my camera.

Speaking of cameras. You can now find me on Flickr. Honest to God, I am no photographer but I can always try. I like a lot of my pictures, how about you?

A break from hell

[1st period] - Band
[2nd period] - Digital Graphics
[3rd period] - AP Government
[4th period] - AP English
[5th period] - AP Calculus
[6th period] - Teacher Aide
[7th period] - Interior Design
[8th period] - Anatomy & Physiology

My mahogany stained desk is littered with a multitude of diverse objects. On the edge of the desk, a soft braided belt and a black suede eyeglass case mingle quietly with a gaunt stack of papers and a calculator. A pristine calculus text book and a translucent plastic folder filled with school work sit idly at center stage under a spotlight awaiting for my direction. Next to the academic couplet lies a plastic television remote and a corpulent mechanical pencil.

I indecisively glance at the digital clock on the right-hand corner of my blue task bar. 6:41 PM. My fatigued eyes widen, caught totally off guard at how quickly time has passed. The amount of time allotted to complete my work will soon be met, but with work unfinished. Such a lack of productivity... I stare blankly at page 44 of the calculus book, in pursuit of motivation and confidence. I withdraw my body and maroon chair away from the desk to retrieve my half completed homework from my colorful Tokidoki backpack. My petite and taut penmanship of words and numbers on the college ruled notebook paper look like motionless ants in a line from a diminutive distance.

Two tabs are open on my Firefox browser: Youtube and Blogger. An active conversation on AIM is in progress. My Winamp is on continuous play. If I fail my calculus quiz tomorrow, it's my own fault!

This was simply a break from hell.

Because I'm A Girl

Say hello to my newest and greatest infatuation yet..! Make up, make up, make up. Anything to do with it. Pigmented eye shadows, natural bristled brushes, pink emollient lipstick, rosy powder blushes, and more. If you're in the least bit in touch with the make up sect of the beauty industry, you should be familiar or know of the top and leading brands of cosmetics. One of the most highly praised is definitely MAC. Not only is it highly praised and highly popular, but without a doubt, it is highly PRICED. Being a seventeen year old female without a job often pushes me away from a visit to the MAC counter in department stores. I am interested in MAC's products, particularly eye shadows and brushes,but its hefty price tags have left me feeling disheartened every time. I am most certainly not proud to say that I am in ownership of only a single MAC cosmetic: a pressed powder eye shadow in a deep forest green hue called Humid. Because my wallet's contents are usually not sufficient enough to satisfy my savage spending on apparel, jewelry, shoes, purses, and make up on a single trip to the mall, I make my meager purchases at the drug store on my facial beauty tools and supplies.

However, the fun of make up has exploded into my system. Its force hit me so strongly that the dormant make up "artist" within has chosen to take some initiative and make some sacrifices. I have decided to keep the shopping for clothes to a moderation in order to make room for my soon to be Sephora, MAC, and Ulta splurge.

The greatest obstacle for make up and myself is sweating my ass off in Houston humidity every weekday morning for band practice from now until the end November. Although we may not be out there for very long, my make up surprisingly melts and diminishes copiously in this mixture of oil, sweat, and heat. The answer is clear: Keep the make up splurge to the bare essentials until cooler weather kicks in and the marching outside is over.

I will share with you the keys to my heart's numerous desires.
Kabuki Brush - A kabuki's primary purpose is to evenly apply and buff powders, bronzers, blushes, and mineral make up. Although I love the pink Sugar ($26) and the purple Urban Decay ($36) brushes pictured at the top, a more sanitary, portable, and still pink retractable brush from Too Faced ($28) is what's on my list.

MAC 194 Concealer Brush & MAC Select Cover Up - Concealer to conceal. Conceal what? Acne and scars. Plain and simple.

Eye shadow - Eight is better than one, no? This visually appealing and colorful pallet conveniently features and showcases eight highly pigmented bright shadows and sells for $28. I can't say that these shades are suitable for every day wear, so I would rather pick inexpensive eye shadows from Revlon and Cover Girl to meet my needs and my taste.
Eye shadow brush - I've never been into so recklessly applying eye shadow onto my lids with my finger tips. Up until now I have been utilizing the sponge tip applicators that are included with my handed down Clinque eye shadow compacts. Without a good brush, the color stay and power of my shadows are lost to the oily surface of my lids, even sometimes with a primer.

MAC Fix + Spray - This $16 dollar "fix spray" has contains water, cucumber, tea, and much more. It serves a number of uses such as a quick refresher or a make up finisher. I would love to use it as a mixing medium to really bring out the vibrant color of my drug store shadows by misting the eyeshadow brush with this concoction.
Lipstick - I despise lip gloss in the wind. It is so achingly irritating when the front layers of my hair stick my pink glossy lips. I prefer moisturizing lip sticks with a little SPF for that sun protection in pinks, reds, and peachy tones. Whenever I'm looking for the glossy look, I can always add a coat of clear gloss on top of my color stained lips.

That's most of my cosmetic must-haves for the upcoming months! Now boys, if you're wondering why I (and many other girls) love make up, it's because it's fun. To put it simply, it's because I'm a girl.

Excuse me miss, do I know you?

I shall begin the third Sunday of August (it kills me to say that because next week school starts) by composing a blog of sixteen facts about myself. Get to know me a little better, won't you?

01. Many of the pictures I take are crafted by small shreds of lies.
02. I detest my tanned skin and it getting tanned so easily.
03. Alex really likes the picture on the left. That's why it's there.
04. Fake earrings irritate my ear lobes.
05. Applicable only to my male friends: if I hit you often, that means I like you and feel comfortable with you.
06. I refuse to leave the house without liquid eyeliner and powder on.
07. Evening showers are for me.
08. Ben & Jerry's Bananas On Rum is my favorite ice cream flavor.
09. Speaking of which, I have bear stuffed animals named Ben and Jerry.
10. Dancing is a talent I wish I was born with.
11. My college applications will be sent to Baylor and UH.
12. Two years ago I was thirteen pounds heavier.
13. You'll find that my books, media, and clothes are VERY organized.
14. I'd like to bartend in the future, but I doubt I'll be allowed to.
15. Plaid things are my new obsession. ♥
16. Coming up with all of these facts was definitely not an easy task.

I'll commend you if you knew every single fact listed above.

The other side of the mountain

There is a young girl sitting in the second row of the classroom, lips pursed, with eyes that scream, "I'm bored!" She is dressed in a burnt orange shirt, casual faded jeans, and used-to-be-white sneakers. A geography book clothed in an aqua book cover lies on its back, cracked open to the hundred sixteenth page or so, staring at its unenthusiastic owner, only begging to be read. Her eyes' focus slowly moves away from the distant hall to the textbook. The girl examines the images printed on the tattered corners of each page then looks up to her heavyset teacher happily illustrating a mountain on the immaculate white board. Lesson two of this particular chapter tells of the two sides of the mountain: the dry and barren leeward side and the moist windward side abundant with flourishing flora.

Do you recall this lesson that was explained during your high school geography class? Maybe not. I am one to admit that this subject never captured my fancy nor was it a class where I received exceptional marks in. (Truthfully I got some B's and I have a bad behavior grade for chatting too much.) Despite this disinterest, this particular concept caught my mind and struck me on a number of occasions lately.

I have willingly flipped the optimism switch on, and embarked on a journey to settle into the windward side of the mountain. My eyes have longed to see the greener side of the grass. My hands have yearned to bask in its glory. Triumph has trailed only steps behind me on this expedition. It was only days ago were we united.

I'm afraid I won't be needing to dig a deep hole of intricate details for you, nor will I draw any of sort of vivid image that will exhibit every facet of my situation. However, I must share these words with you: things are far more pleasant on this side of the mountain.

The top headlines in MY newspaper? My name listed on the insurance policy on ALL our cars and earning the flag solo. Perpetual try is such an excellent trait!

Determination rolls on.

I've been attempting to continue and get close to finishing my required summer reading for my AP English class, with very little success. Although Into The Wild is interesting, my heart's not up for the reading. So after hours of lazy behavior, resting drowsy eyes, mashing keys on my phone, and laying my head on a soft pillow, my dad emerges from the front door and declares that he is hungry. He grabs his Hugo Boss wallet and asks with a smile on his face, "Wanna order pizza?"

I looked at him with a frown because this was the last thing I wanted to eat: a greasy Pizza Mia with chocolate or cinnamon topped desserts. Not long ago I decided that I must get myself back up into optimum health.

I proposed to cook something healthier instead. With clean hands, I carefully handled the raw salmon and sliced it into three. I lightly lathered them with spices accordingly to size and set them into the pan coated in olive oil under medium heat. The first salmon I'd ever cooked turned out great.

Today was the first day of color guard practice. We have begun learning the opening routine for the show. Movements foreign to my body have caused pain in my elbow and wrist, bruised hands, and sore muscles from strange leg extensions and leaps. Guess I'm not supposed to leave guard through an easy route.

Everyone at practice was notified that there will be two soloists, one of them a dance, the other a flag routine. All sixteen members are eligible to try to create their own original routine and present it on audition day. This is just like a captain tryout. I am overjoyed for this opportunity!

Hopefully before tomorrow's tropical storm hits, I'd like to practice what we've learned so far. As much as I do not want to work hard in school anymore, my determination to finish with my own set glories rolls on.

Late pt. 3: we miss daddy so let's cook!

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In Alex's absence from Texas, I was drowned in boredom and uncertainty of what to do, especially during the late evening hours. I thought it out carefully. Things happen for a reason don't they? The only solution that I made from the situation at hand was to create a "fun" list of must-do activities to truly enjoy and complete the rest of the summer on a high note. And when I say high note, I mean Mariah Carey high.

But before this perfect answer hit me, I was sitting in bed contemplating what to make of these long hours without hearing my boyfriend's voice. Eventually I found myself in front of the camera making silly faces with OUR dog, Nico. This series of photos eventually sparked the idea of creating another cartoon. Now it's yours to read and enjoy!

One of the many items listed on my "fun" must-do list of activities, was to cook and/or bake something. If there is a time where I want to sharpen my culinary skills, it's now. I can imagine myself in the kitchen cooking up a hearty meal for my family. But just cooking something from the box or something 'instant' didn't cut it for me. I thought the experience was no where near as rewarding if it were made in that manner because super girlfriends, wives, and moms cook from scratch!

I began with something with an easy difficulty level: soup. Caramelized onions and carrots in olive oil. Threw in some chicken broth and water and finely diced potatoes. And to top it off some small pieces of chicken, chopped lettuce, and broccoli. When everything was finished, it tasted like my mom's soup. And by the next day it was all gone.

Thursday afternoon, before settling down into my computer to watch 200 Pound Beauty, I wanted to make pigs in a blanket, but I had to thaw out the frozen sausages overnight.

I started off with making the dough. While allowing it to sit, I got to cooking the mildly spiced sausages in canola oil. Kneaded the dough, flattened it out, placed the piggies in, and tucked them in gently. A little low-fat butter to spread on the top and it's time to let those babies bake. After 25 minutes they were delicious! (picture on the left)

I'm just so damn delighted with myself that I had to brag to everyone about it.

Next I think I'm undertaking some cocoa cupcakes, broccoli soup, pizza, or something else that will tempt my taste buds and make me salivate.

Late pt. 2: no siblings, please

I'm sitting in a worn maroon computer chair with messy bed head hair, eyes peering straight through these black and red frames on the last remaining day of July. Today worry attacks me with a sharp needle against my skin due to my immense and extended to-do list. Although much has been accomplished in the past two and a half weeks, much more has yet to be done. However, Olivia's gentle voice sings to me the classic Fly Me To The Moon like a mother's lullaby and releases my tension while also reassuring me in my capabilities to complete such large tasks at hand.

If only I could really fly to the moon and be with the one I love for just a little while...

JULY 21-24:
L to R: Me, mom, Amber, Toni, and Ninang Ching

My ninang and her two children flew down from New Jersey to visit for the first time in nearly seventeen years. (To those who are unfamiliar with the Filipino culture, ninang means god-mother.) Their stay was brief, only lasting three days. But during this short time, I was tested, that's for sure.

The family would be sleeping in my room for most of their stay. Meaning I would have to sacrifice many of my valued luxuries like sleeping soundly in my queen sized bed, blasting my music and singing at the top of my lungs, and watching anime and playing video games until night turned into the early morning. So after picking them up that Monday morning and having lunch, I was delighted to hear we were heading home. This was my chance to beat Kingdom Hearts 2!

I quickly climb up the carpeted flight of stairs and make my way to my sanctuary. I make myself comfortable on a patterned cushion and excitedly turn on the PS2. My concentration and attention are now dedicated to this game, and this game alone. My concentration is suddenly shattered when my ninang's daughters, Toni (8) and Amber (6), invite themselves into my room and begin destruction phase one. Together they are jumping on the bed, falling off of it head first, running rampant in the small space with lollipops in hand, and leaping over the controller cord. After giving them a straightforward talk about safety, they settle down, watching final cut scenes with me. This is when the question cannon started shooting. "Why did you paint your room green and not pink?" "Do you like your name?" "Why don't you talk a lot?" "Why don't you like Hannah Montana or Spongebob?" "Is this Louis Vuitton?" "Why is he wearing that necklace?"

After sending the two to find pleasure in playing games on the computer more suited for their age, I found some sort of peace after finally beating KH2 and enjoying the ending. I decided to reward myself by continuing to re-watch the anime series Noir, but fell asleep from a massive headache. I woke up to abrupt knocking hours later to hear we were eating at Chili's for dinner. Time for a good ol' recharge.

The next two days consisted of fun at Galveston, Kemah, and downtown and fantasizing at Telfair about our dream houses.

Through those days filled with unneeded screaming, running, and bombarding questions, my patience was stretched out like pizza dough to its thinnest state possible. Silence really is... golden.

And people ask me why I don't want a little brother or sister.

Late pt. 1: birthdays and moogles

Here I am on a relaxed Saturday afternoon sitting with legs crossed, quietly enjoying several alluring songs composed by the talented Yuki Kajiura. A very large finished cup of Jamba Juice stands on a sand colored stone coaster awaiting its disposal into the wastebasket. It anticipates its union with the empty butter popcorn bag below. My fingers lift away from the keyboard at one minute intervals to massage a slight ache on the left side of my neck. This ache has feasted on a small amount of my calm composure and now delivers irritation and pain to my nerves. As this all happens, my eyes remain glued to the flat monitor.

JULY 10:
Although my birthday celebration plans had gone completely awry from the beginning, it turned out for the best. I didn't need my friends' presence or a shower of gifts to fill my heart with joy on my day. All it took was some good food and quality time with my most favorite person in the world. My present and a new dress were just the cherry on top!

JULY 19-20:
If you do not know me well enough, you do not know that I am close with my only female cousin who resides here in Texas. We always try to make plans every now and then to see one another. This past weekend in particular was reserved for plans that consisted of playing video games, watching anime, and spending the night.

Months ago she bought a moogle (Final Fantasy gamers are familiar with this creature) stuffed toy and named it Tinky. As soon as I had laid my eyes on it, I felt an attachment to it and wanted to name it Chocho instead. When I arrived at her place on Saturday, I came into her room and saw another moogle waiting idly on her bed just for me - this was my birthday present.

I call these two my babies! My cousin's moogle, Chocho Tinky, is on the left, and my moogle, Kiri, are brother and sister. Aren't they cute?

More updates to come..!

Prepare to SHOP.

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It had been a written plan to celebrate my birthday with my friends by having a party at my place. A Filipino kind of party - karaoke, lots of food, games, and what not. What I had envisioned eventually turned out to be a fruit of massive disappointment. That disappointment gradually disappeared and I was just plain pissed off, and said, "Screw it."

The only compromise and only alternative that struck my mind was a day of eating out and shopping whether it were with my boyfriend or my best friend or even just by myself. Being an only child has allowed me to whole heartedly embrace solitude. For a short minute I was thinking of following the traditional road by celebrating with dinner, but I've been a bit too angry at most of my friends for not giving me a solid, definite "yes" to my party's invitation.

Let down #2? Tomorrow's agenda includes lunch, shopping, and Jamba Juice without my best friend due to her grueling work schedule. On the bright side I get to spend time with my boyfriend and I have other friends who'd actually make the effort to see me and hang out.

This is simply a continuation of my fight the blues movement (Utada Hikaru song :D) because online shopping is one remedy that consistently lifts my spirits up.

Slightly obsessed

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It is currently 9:52 pm and I am listening to the rapid typing of my fingers against the smooth black keys and the laid back R&B beat of Kyla's "Something About You". The aftertaste of my homemade chai tea latte still lingers on my tongue. Today's events have been few unlike the first thirty-something days of this summer vacation.

Above are nine items that I have developed quite the obsession for this season.

I am somewhat of an avid fan of OPMs (Original Philippine Music) so dropping by a cd store in the SM Mega Mall was a primary goal on my list while briefly visiting. You could say that Kyla, the R&B Princess of the Philippines, is my #2 favorite artist (Utada being #1). Heartfelt, her latest album, consists of the songs that I have been singing in the shower recently!

On my journey to Cebu City, Philippines, I had an eleven hour stop over in Hong Kong, China. So what does a mother and daughter do for eleven hours? Well, shop and eat of course! I will not deny that the outrageous price tags discouraged me greatly but the panda lover within me could not resist a couple of panda charms. The biggest splurge made in Hong Kong was a beautiful Swatch watch (the exact one pictured), courtesy of my mother as a birthday present.

The malls in the Philippines did not fall short on objects that won my heart's desires. Although I did leave America hoping for a whole new wardrobe, I actually came home with a variety of things. I purchased two pairs of shorts, a backpack, two pairs of heels, three cute dresses, jewelry, four new designer handbags (one similar to the one above), more clothes, and accessories (wallet, cell phone case, etc.).

Even prior to my month of gallivanting around the world I have noticed my fancy for scarves has grown and lately I've been building a small collection of them. My mother constantly tells me that I'm obsessed about scarves. When I'm dressing up I always find myself trying to add a scarf in there to make it different.

Thanks to many online make-up gurus I've picked up some of their advice and have purchased a tube of Urban Decay's Primer Potion to lather my oily eyelids and prevent my make up from absorbing into my skin.

Now that I'm back home and have been forced against my will to discontinue shopping, I've found other things to obsess about other than material things. I've been eating lots of green tea ice cream, sending thousands of text messages via my Samsung Glyde, and devoting immense amounts of hours to playing Bookworm (PC) due to playing it with my cousins one too many times.