Look Test

I had my sis "do me" with my newly purchased makeup for the WP concert :) Lets cut to the chase, shall we? *Fatblablacoughblauglyblablamew!*

Macro'd this using a mirror and light from outdoors so in some shots, the colors are washed out. Whatcha think? Bear in mind, I requested a campy look :) And will be attaching mega-long falsies too.

The eyebrows are t3h c00|_|\|3ss PLUS!!!! We used eyeshadow. And that's all I'm-a' gonna say about it! :D



Blahblah...thread eyebrows...blah! That done, This is how it will look with the white hot stage lights. A bit muted, methinks.



And this will be the look in my eyes after Sunday's show...drunk as a skunk and wiped out. No, only kidding on the drunk :)

P/s: Puhleeze to ignore zee outfit. I slept in zat. Zut!!!

Spamalot Baby!

My not-so-li'l 7-year old Dollie is crazy about Spamalot: The Musical. Have we watched it? NO! But she got hooked when I kept giggling through the soundtrack (which I'd purchased @ Borders Whee Lock)...One day, I came home from rehearsal, only to see her lying comfortably on my bed, and watching a DVD.

Me: "Whatcha watching, Doll?"
Da Doll: "Tee-hee-hee!"
Me: *dash around telly case to see if she's watching some forbidden movie or something*
Me: "Omigod, is that Monty Python and the Holy Grail?!"
Da Doll: "*nod* Tee-hee-hee! *gnaws on smelly red blanket*"
Me: *FACEPALM*

You know you've boo-boo'd when you crack up while recommending to friends that they should take the White n' Nerdy Test, and your daughter shows signs of aceing that test by voluntarily watching MP&THG...btw, the test questions sort of lean towards the movie, as well as Star Wars. Fear that.

The WP Concert rehearsals are progressing in a slightly alarming way. Things are getting done, but the clock's ticking too fast, and time's seriously running out. Tensions are running high, artistic temperaments are beginning to fray, and panic is kicking it.

Ahhh...the adrenaline high from an upcoming performance. It just can't be beat :)

That being said, bonds of friendship are always tested in times like these, and a person's personal mettle is brought to the fore. Sounds poetic? It's not as dramatic as it sounds, and neither is it as pretty. It's life. And I think I'm going to miss all this crazed energy that's flying around once the show ends its run on November the 19th.

One year of accumulated work and emotional discharge is going to come to a head. Be there for it :)

Daily Zeitgeist et al...

Welp. I've added the requisite cam-whoring photos (believe you me, there's seriously nothing to brag about there) on the right bar using Flickr. And I've been trying for the longest time now to add our concert posters.

I think I'll have to take a page out of AJ's book, though. And use Photobucket :(




Oh, hello! It worked! So yeah, check out concert details (and please pass it on!!) and a sneak preview of one of the outfits I need to wear (Dr. Sam is ebil...fat women should not wear pretty dresses) during the show!

In other news, I actually went out for a drink with Zedeck and Lainie earlier. The invitation was unexpected, but the part where I play driver to these young intellectual (and car-less) Cikus is not lah. Harhar :D

Also, and mind you, I'm guessing Zedeck's presence had something to do with this incident, we saw the most gut-busting cock-up as we were turning into the street leading to A&W!!!

This local car which was driven by a Makcik wearing a tudung, suddenly WHANGED onto this pseudo-divider thing. Her left wheel climbed onto it, and I think her reflexes weren't in tune anymore, cuz she didn't hit the brakes and attempt to reverse off the divider. Oh noooo, she climbed onto it (think 4-wheel drive here, people!), bruised the car's under-carriage, bounced awkwardly onto place right smack in the center of the divider (it's triangular, by the way) and then proceeded to bounce off it.

Hahahaha!!! I about whanged into that divider myself, I was laughing so hard! And that wasn't the end of it. She turned into A&W, situated at the end of the street, then realized we who'd been privy to her awesomely L337 driving skillz were turning into the same restaurant, she apparently decided to ignore the one available parking spot, and drove off.

I'm so ebil...EBIL!!! Bwahahahaha! I'm still laughing thinking about it. It was too precious not to blog.

So yeah, and here I am...2 hours later. I've finally managed to get the WP concert poster up, and I can SLEEP! Hehehe :) Mwaks! *blows kisses*

Trial run on Raya cookies!

Soooo! I had like this major fight with my parents like 2 days back. Caught in the middle of a disciplinary session of "Why Da Doll Does NOT Have The Right To Take Anything She Wants Merely Because She Wants It"....a heavily emo session ensued, and tears were shed, feelings were trampled, and tantrums were rife.

Gah.

That night, I sat down to my two favourite recipe books and pored through possible Raya contributions. I guess family turmoil is best resolved with domesticity. How.....revealing. In an utterly...sad...way :p

After narrowing down my choices to 5 possibles and writing the list of ingredients I would need, I got cracking on Sunday, after playing kitten-police (this is where you referee all kitten fights, clean up after kittens and their unfortunate "bed-wetting" experiences, save a kitten from a curtain, and another kitten from self-strangulation on a shopping bag etc...) I grabbed Da Doll and we marched up and down the aisles of Cold Storage.

Et, voila!!! I have 4 containers filled with sugar cookies and truffles. My press line gang (Second Sib and Da Doll) were busy coating the truffles with all sorts of toppings, and got busy with the colored icing and left-over decorations on the sugar cookies which turned out, while superficially retarded, were at least damned tasty :)

Just gotta say: Chocolate truffles are dead easy to make. And so are sugar cookies. But, you know. Because you can't go wrong even with re-adjusted measurements, you don't need to worry about taste-testing the product during assembly. Hehe. Cuz. You know, us puasa month freaks...we can't rely on a 7 year old's taste buds :)

*My smiley-faced cookie got "enhanced" with rainbow sprinkle hair and a chocolate nose :p

So, anyways. Here I am. Monday morning...well, afternoon, now....I had thought I'd catch a movie, but I'm really comfortable where I am. I don't think I'll go to the gym either. Laziness in part, but I'm also not looking forward to sweating for 2 hours without a drink. I don't know how my sister does it. She works out at lunch.

I'm suspecting a serious disorder on her part. And no, won't go into that. She's a size 2 and thinks she needs to lose weight :p

I'm wrapping this up or this post will never get done :)

Puasa Month Blues

I shouldn't complain, really. I don't work all hours like most everyone else who fasts. I do, however, feel severely restricted health-wise by the fasting month. My experience from several years back of fasting and exercising hasn't yielded satisfactory results. Worse still is the thirst.

So here I am, biding my time....and bloating up. My chin bears a strong resemblance to that of a bullfrog. And I waddle around like a duck, I'm that awkward. Blaaaaaah :)

My dress came in 3 days ago! It is faboo! And just the right shade of RED too!

I've got tons of stuff to post up, but I'm kinda on my way out to the doctor's now. Damn this haze :p And while we're at it, damn the Indonesians (or Malaysian contractors?) who're behind the annual tree-burning tradition across the Strait :p

Aari on: "Why Staying Up Late Is A Bad Idea..."

1. Point numero UNO!!!
   
   
   
   • You order a dress online, all the while feeling that somehow, this is going to be the lesson you'll be learning on "Why You Shouldn't Buy Clothes Online...Evar!"
     
   
   

2. Point nombre Deux!!
   
   
   
   • You order said dress out of desperation, neglecting to check if there's a difference in size definitions...???
     
   
   

3. Point nombor Tigaaaa!!!
   
   
   
   • You finally discover the proper usage of google, and after much head-bashing, decide to keep the order as is, and that includes expedited shipping, holy crapola!!!
     
   
   

I figure I can afford the rush, but what if the size is totally wrong? So okay, there's room for error. But *sigh*...when'd I start getting so blase about money? I already bought a dress for the November concert, and although I have my doubts about the color, I'm not so sure I'm not compounding the problem by sending for another dress...

And we are supposed to be meeting a friend of Sam's to get our clothing tailored. What is my problem anyway? Why can't I just go with the tailor? I don't get it! And I'm sure the answer to that question could possibly shake the foundations of known religion and possibly the unknown too...NOT :p

See why I shouldn't stay up late? Verbal diarrhea is the least of my problems, and brain fart isn't much better :p

Anyway, I'm not going to cancel my order, and am in fact going to put the cash into my credit card first thing tomorrow. Here's to hoping there're no more problems with credit card fraud (and by saying that, I know I'm dreaming :p)...and that the dress works out. Going by the size chart, it seems okay. Oh, *pray-pray-pray*...

I hate thee, costume-shopping! I hate thee, shows! I hate thee, body! But I have to say the one I bought from KLCC proved to be unexpectedly yummy :) So what if it turns out that I can't wear it onstage? It's a real find! And that's probably like the second real find I've found (har-de-frackin-HAR!) that wasn't much to look at on the rack :)

Anyways, the books I'd actually planned on buying from Amazon couldn't be shipped here. That's a big *sigh*...I'm turning into an obsessive book fiend!!! It's not enough that I don't even have floor space for my books anymore, I'm still trying to acquire more!

I know there's essentially a huge problem with me. I know it. And I swear, I'm going to try fix it. I am! *whimper* Right...?

And, since I'm at it and brain-farting...

Choir practice starts (technically) later today. I've gotta wake up, photocopy some pieces. Heck. I've gotta locate the damned pieces! The notice has gone out that rehearsals are on, but I'm a bit disheartened. I'm not really sure what our attendance figures will be like. Seeing as how they weren't so hot through the first half of the year...

Dr. M (not the ex-PM :p) says I should focus on getting a small group all polished up. I don't even polish myself, this is about as bad as "the blind leading the blind" :p Anyway, rambling on about it won't help me. Sleep will, as I need to get stuff photocopied before the sun goes down :)

Also, this has been a severely imbalanced month. Nothing felt aligned. Not hubby's visit, not my moonflow, not my mood. Everything seems off-kilter, and the year's winding down again. I can feel the spin slowing, the precursor to acceleration....to the time where you ask: "My God! Where's the year gone?!"

Right now, it's dragging. And the drag is making me tetchy. I'm not looking forward to aging, understand :p But a drag is a drag, and boredom is a pain. Truly.

Last night, Dr. M and YueL came over for what I'd assumed would be drinks and a satisfying goz session. Ended up talking about music education (Dr. M's working on her thesis) and I am quite certain now that I'm not only somewhat full of shit, but I'm in truth completely so. Hehe :)

For the longest time now, i've been wondering where I stand musically, and where I want to go with what I know.

(In the words of Juliet - "I'm a poet, and I didn't know it!" :p)

I don't believe solely in the theory of music. There, I said it. I don't think I'm cut out for teaching. I don't even know if I believe in music therapy. The only thing I understand about it is it's as necessary as breathing (music, not teaching), and that I don't want to turn it into a chore. So how do I make a living out of it?

It's a dilemma. And the answer is still eluding me. And I've yet to find my niche :)

Okie, that's enough from me. I'm tired, and I stopped making sense the minute I typed in the title to this post.