NARCISSISM IS NECESSARY

After my adventure with fake eyelashes about a year ago, I’ve decided to give it another go. So I finally got my lashes extended, by a professional this time.

I don’t think they’re very prominent though. Should have asked the girl to give me more drama! That said, they’re still longer and curlier than my natural lashes, so yeah, I’m quite happy with the results.

Extended lashes.

The process was a bit of a torture for me though. I think it’s because of my hypersensitive eyes, they were tearing up throughout the process.

And I kept falling asleep, which was weird because I would start dreaming random stuff and at the same time I would tell myself to wake up in order to avoid Rapid Eye Movement. Trippy shit!

I felt the mood to doll up and so I did. Put on my beautiful dress which bf said reminds him of Laura Ashley’s curtains (BLEH I love it and I’m quite sure there are many girls who would appreciate the dress!)

Emo.

Not emo.

Also not emo.

Portrait of a narcissist admiring her own reflection.

My booootiful dress!

If you’re interested in where I got my lashes done, it’s at Pink Passion. Found them from an article on NST.

It’s now 4.30am. I’m supposed to be in bed by 12am but got prompted by the Suan about Air Asia’s free tickets. So the boo and I stayed awake to plan for our impromptu family vacation. We managed to beat the online booking frenzy and got the tickets for free! W00t! The excitement has passed but I can’t seem to fall asleep.

Oh, of course. I’m on a diet too. Being hungry makes me damn cranky. I remember my heaviest ever on the scale was 58 kilos. I was 17 and it was horrifying. And guess what, I’m tipping 58 kilos again. It’s not as scary as I remembered…I’d like to call it maturity but I think complacency seems more like it. So yeah, I’m cutting out supper. More running. More power stepping.

Remember this 58 kilos of goodness while it lasts.

If only I knew a way to keep the boobs cause I sure love how they look now.

Basically, I’m feeling like this now.

Click to watch the best video ever.

Let me guess, watching this video that exudes exuberance fantasticism has left you wanting more…craving more, right?

I know, I do have that effect on people…

Anyway, I’m still buzzing from the very moment Lokman told me over MSN that he’s giving me his tix because he couldn’t miss golf to passing them to me at his office to doing the video and now. Let me reiterate, Lokman is da best, I <3 da Lokman and I'm so hyper now.

I cannot sleep. It actually feels like back when I was a kid about to board my very first plane. w00t!

Ok, before I try to go back to attempt sleeping, check out what I've prepared for tomorrow and yes, the oh so precious tix. Le sigh....

Picnic mats. Can fit about 25 people’s buttocks.

Live & Loud - Turn on the Pop!

than looking at old pictures of yourself to motivate weight loss.

I was just looking through some old pictures and then I stumbled upon one that was taken 2 years ago.

Circa 2005. No internet disease angle and I was in a freakin’ tube top with no visible flesh peeking out!!!

I was too hot. I would hump myself, no second thoughts.

But today, I look like this…

Taken two months ago. Chronic internet disease angle, tanned, greasy and look like a monkey boy.

Seriously, you really won’t realise how freakin’ hot yourself was till you’re looking like shit.

I’m going to lose weight and get so toned you will cry!!!!

p/s: Some of you will disagree with my undeniable hotness in retrospect but I want you to know that I don’t really give a damn about what you think so quit trying to convince me otherwise.

I’m crazy.

Cutting my hair gives me adrenaline rush.

I think I’m addicted to chopping off my hair.

Soon, I’ll be left with no hair to cut off.

It was quite fun. Namely because I had so much camwhoring opportunites. I supposed it’s every girl’s fantasy to become a race queen at some point of their lives, I sort of fulfilled mine…albeit being twice the standard size.

There were many impressive vehicles there, especially the Honda and Nissan concept vehicles. The Satria Replacement Model Lotus APX deserves a mention too. Much bigger and very sleek, my only hope is that when they’re actually selling it that they wouldn’t shrink it or turn the interior into a tacky display of cheap plastics.

As I’ve said, I took a lot of pictures. I apologise for the inconvenience of worsening your Monday.

You must have noticed by now that I’ve changed the layout of my blog. I do like the previous layout, I think it’s quite Malaysiana (ripped off from Americana) but apparently not many shared my sentiment. Working on the new banner now, it should follow the design direction of this layout; clean and simple.

Bling bling rims.

Mere mortal amongst hotness.

Pregnancy business is no funny business. Empathy suit courtesy of Volvo.

Yellow trailer trash.

Putting on the fat zapper.

Yeah, my fats are literally melting away…not!

Me like the Porsche.

With hotness in the form of NottiJian.

I am made for driving this.

Mummm mummm mumm mummmm mummm mummm owwwwwwwww. Babyseat courtesy of Volvo.

Le Ducati.

Feline power.

Only a Kangoo can pull this off.