Wee!

I think I'm turning more feminine! I bought my 1st women magazine - Cleo, a couple of days ago, and today I went to Guardian to buy some stuffs, and on knowing I needed $6 to reach a $40 purchase to get a copy of Her World free, I bought mascara. Wow!

I know some of the people who knows me thinks I'm pretty vain (well yea... The thing I care most about is prolly my hair - I admit, I constantly check my reflection for my hair condition, that's why some thinks I'm a vain-pot) but if they descry hard enough, my make-up is the usual - unprofessional application of 2 way cake (yes, I don't use liquid foundation anymore, too lazy :( *hangs her head in shame*), a dab of lipstick, and a lil eyeliner if I have the time. That's it for the past few years ever since I graduated from Tomboy to girl.

And the most shameful thing is, all my make-up are bought by my mother. That explains the mystery of my everlasting supply of Chanel 2-way cakes despite the manhandling and disregard for their fragility.

Reading the 2 magazines have started to pique some interest from me to spend my own money on cosmetics.

I'm indeed evolving! Yay me!



O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.

- Sonnet 126, O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power, William Shakespeare