Some friends buy shoes together, others sit down and dish about boys. Andrea – my sista from another mista – and I, spill secrets on how to blow like a pro.
Here’s the thing – you waltz into a salon, get a spiffy cut and look fabulous but you can never get that exact same blow-out. Hair and makeup genius Andrea Claire teaches the Beauty Idiot [i.e.: Me] how to blow dry my own hair! And trust me – it’s not as easy as it sounds. Like anything new, it’s hard to wrap your lips around it, but once you get the hang of it, it’ll come easy. ;o)
And the best part – we’re making our video blogs a regular thing, so get excited. We’ll spill more secrets, go behind-the-scenes and put ourselves into ridiculous situations only Faz & Andrea are quite capable of. Tell us what you think and what else you want us to suss out!
I was looking through my photos, and I can’t believe I missed this out – I spent my birthday at the happiest place on Earth – also with the vilest food on Earth [or at least in France!]:
To say that I’ve received devastating news over the past couple of days would be my exaggerating, so let’s just say I’ve been disappointed and received a reality check out of it. My world didn’t fall apart, I didn’t want to bury myself under the covers and cry until I didn’t have any tears left and I didn’t want to devour all the chocolate I can lay my hands on.
But my heart did do quite the perilous plunge; down through the tiers of air and atmosphere, towards the unforgiving ground.
Like clockwork, I stash the whispers of incessant whimsy at the back of my head, at the inner-most corner of my frail, frail corazon. Comb through wisps of poetic memory. Take back memories of candlelight, conversation, cafes, cigarettes, and card games. Stand with skinned knees, and flick the dirt free with my fingertips.
I need to feel complete again. I need to live and not merely exist; in a way that makes all the air whistle away from my lungs, and my heart inflate from the ecstasy of the risk, of the days finally fitting into my dreams, of being alive. And I can tell you all the times I’ve had my heart swell up to infinite proportions of delirium are times when I’m in a foreign land, scribbling away in my travel journal, and occasionally looking up to soak in the world around me. I want to bottle up that feeling.
Sometimes I think I am ravenous for change, but for everything that I’ve been brave enough to do, sometimes I don’t think I’m deserving of the change I want to make. Other times; other times I think all I need is something to believe in.
While some people associate smell with the places they’ve been, because I travel alone a lot, I associate music with the places I’ve been. Whenever I hear Bahamadia-anything, I’m reminded of the excruciating 33-hour journey I spent travelling from Austin after SXSW back home; when I hear Mark Ronson, I remember the time we drove from Hamburg to the border or Denmark just so I could get a photo with one foot in each country; when I hear Jay Z’s An Empire State of Mind… you know what I think about. ;o)
Unfortunately – or fortunately, when I hear anything from Florence & The Machine, there are so many places that I’m reminded of because I listen to them over and over again. Whether it’s waiting for my ride back to Ghent from Bruges whilst in Belgium, or darting through a flower market in Amsterdam, or even getting a work out at the gym, Florence & The Machine is something I can listen to no matter what mood I’m in, and gives me good tingly chills every time I listen.
I haven’t organised an event since the time I was working at an events company, but when an opportunity to organise an event for the launch of Lulu Guinness Fall Winter 2010 collection came up, I couldn’t say no.
I forgot how you’d be running on adrenalin pre-event and during the event, and now, I say in an exhausted heap of mess on my bed after sending out post-event emails. Man, do I work hard for my money. I deserve a new pair of shoes! Or two!
Much thanks to Gidania, Vedure Nail Spa [gorgeous place that I will be a regular of henceforth!], the faboo Andrea Claire, the Brownie Boys, the lovely ladies at SOLE 2 SOLE, MINX New York, and the Lulu Guinness London office for all the support!
Now, my article for Singapore Brides beckons. No rest for the wicked! ;o)
* People in music I’ve recently been discovering more and more incredibly talented people in local music, and one person who’ve bowled me over and over again is my friend Vanessa Fernandez. You’ve probably heard her on 98.7FM, and I’ve gone from slaving over projects with her to being her occasional stylist. I still can’t believe she’s not touring the globe and rolling in dough with a voice like that. Seriously! Listen to her acapella Oasis cover and Radiohead’s Creep. A-fucking-mazing.
* Sanrio x Dr Martens A few months ago, before my birthday, I got all excited about the Sanrio x Dr Martens collabo and guess what? The good people at Dr Martens Singapore are bringing the babies in come September! Retailing from $169 onwards, the launch will coincide with Dr Martens’ search for Singapore’s very own Susie Bubble. On 1 Sept from noon to 8pm, come down to Dr Martens at Orchard Central in your Susie Bubble-est outfit, be photographed wearing one of the Sanrio x Dr Martens footwear and stand a chance to walks away with $1,000 worth of Dr. Martens shoes and a feature on Susie Bubble’s blog!
* H&M Words cannot express how much I love H&M. I want to make love to H&M. I want to wrap my lips around the mighty erection that is H&M and suck hard, like a good whore should. This expresses why I love it so.
* Loving Your Job I love what I do for a living – but you know that already. I need to remind myself to be thankful of what I have. I’m looking forward to my shoots, loving all the writing I’m doing and welcoming the stress.
* Power Cue: Bow in the presence of greatness -
* Bigass Giveaway Happening soon – watch this space.
While I’ve a program installed to tell me generic information about the visitors to my blog and I do get a good bunch of voyeurs, I’m often left wondering who the hell reads my blog. Sometimes I get random stares when I’m out and about and I’m left wondering whether my skirt is tucked into my underwear [true story - happened in Amsterdam airport] or that that said person reads my blog.
Today, whilst having dinner with my friend Jeremy, I told him a few things, to which he brushed off saying, “Yes, I know.” And the funny thing is – Jeremy didn’t find out about it first through my blog, he found out about his friends and colleagues who read thedramadiaries. So you sneaky little people, man up and leave a comment – before I start outing you! ;o)
When stopped today in Soho by Jesus freaks I said my religious views were shopping and that I was feeling particularly spiritual today. I guess damnation awaits in my visa bill?
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