Lalalalalala Life

Nobody said it was easy, right? I could spend the next 10 paragraphs lamenting my ill fate in school and how I had spent 3 weeks doing everything except blogging, but that would totally kill my CNY mood by reminding me of those dreaded people who have been shoved in my face.


Just to sidetrack a little, I've recently become a firm believer of clean skin. after suffering under the merciless hands of my beautician. My, what strong hands she has, especially when it comes to extracting blackheads and blemishs. Plus she's become the additional voice in my head, reminding me about the same things every single session. I've been ill-treating my skin since the day I was introduced to face powder, and this is where this little gem comes into play.





Palgantong theatrical makeup powder has officially ousted the Faceshop's pore-clogging mineral powder from my make-up regime. Seriously, is there anything from Faceshop that does what it actually boasts about? After going through their cleansers, toners, make-up bases, loose powder, BB cream, concealer sticks, I've decided that enough is enough. Not to mention the filter tops of their loose powder falls off every single time I try to dispense powder. And the loose powder simply disappears after an hour in the sun. And the BB cream (which the salesgirl recommended because it wouldn't clog pores) actually clogs pores. Gosh, are you sure you guys originated from Korea?

And Julie finally deflowered her virgin hair.

The chestnut colour (or so they say) only revealed itself after the third wash, which meant that I spend 2 days trying to convince everyone at home that I didn't waste $17.95 to kill my heair. GAH. Why didn't I write this into my New Year's resolution list?

Julie also spent some time falling sick.

Actually it was just half a day of fever, a persistent cough and an inflamed throat. I also tried to convince the doctor at the UHC to prescribe me some hormone pills by explaining my predicament to her ("Doc, I've been missing my period for weeks now, and I was wondering if you could just gimme some hormone pills to make it come back..."). She shot me a look which meant an unwavering big fat "NO", and started to lecturing me on how such things were normal and why I should quit being a kan chiong spider over such trivial matters. *Mumble mumble*

And, GAH, don't watch this if you can't stand bad plots.

Let's serve Jay Chou some justice (I can't believe I'm doing this); he did whatever he could, so I'm not boo-ing him this time. He even managed short, clear sentences in a language he's probably never dreamt of mastering before. But there were simply too many loose ends in the plot that the director had been unable to tie up within 115 minutes. Plus The Green Hornet would be the bane of vintage car collectors; the crew had searched the entire continent of USA to suss out close to 30 of the 65' Chrysler Imperial Crowns still surviving for the filming, and only 3 had survived the ordeal. Where's the LOVE?! Couldn't you guys have used something else? Like the 87' Buick Regal? Or the 89' Lincoln Town Car? *mad*

Oh gosh I'm so angry, I can't stop.