Makeup is not rocket science ( In less than 10 steps)

Think Marilyn Monroe. Think Elizabeth Taylor. Think pretty women. While we, average ordinary women are no match for their beauty, we can rely on one best friend of ours to make us look gorgeous-makeup. But how can we do hassle free makeup within minutes? In this post, I am going to show you simple steps in applying night makeup and its wonders. Yes, makeup does perform miracles!


STEP 1: Wash your face with facial wash thoroughly and dry with a towel.

STEP 2: Apply primer onto face. Place a 1 cent coin size of primer onto these parts of your face:                                      

  • 2 cheeks
  • forehead,
  • nose,
  • chin,
  • 2 jaws
  • 2 temples
  • upper lip

Then blend the primer into your face in a uniform circular motion (either clockwise or anti-clockwise)

STEP 3: Apply foundation the same way as step 2. You should look like this:


Before Foundation


After applying foundation. The marks are less visible!

STEP 4: Draw your eyebrows! I suggest a straight line with a seductive downward angle at the end. These eyebrows are usually the classic.

STEP 5: Put on fake eyelash:

  • Apply a thin layer of lash glue on the fake eyelash
  • Leave for about 5 to 10 seconds
  • Place it carefully on the edge of the eye, near the eyelashes or directly above if you are still a novice at this

Eyelashes do not have to be too thick. Just medium thickness will do. Notice how my eyes have become much more feminine

 STEP 6: Eyeliner! For easy drawing, draw a short line angling up from the end of the eye then join the front edge of the eye (nearest to nose) to the line drawn at the end of the eye with a line. Fill the space up with your eyeliner.


Your eyeliner should look feline!

Your eyeliner should look feline!

 STEP 7: Lipstick. I usually choose red lipstick as I am fair-skinned and red, in my opinion, best brings out a woman’s beauty. Make sure you open your mouth in an oval shape when applying lipstick to prevent smudges. Do make use of your fingers to clean away any smudges immediately. Use your index finger to wipe downwards at the cupid’s bow so that your lips will look much more defined and appealing.

STEP 8: Take some nice photos and be confident!



Makeup ain’t rocket science! Instead, once you have tried it, you will realise how much it can transform you! Say goodbye to smudged eyeliners, skewed fake eyelashes, incomplete brows and unappealing lips!

Have fun experimenting with makeup!


The Band of True Love

In a land far away lived a young man who never knew what love felt like. His village, hidden among the mountains strewn with all sorts of crops and cattle had a belief that the person who could find the legendary elastic rainbow band would experience love in such a god-like manner. He would be able to taste bliss on his tongue, feel the pulses of love waves electrify every nerve of his body, feel himself ascending to heaven with choirs of angels serenading him and beauties in his arms. Simply speaking, it was every man’s dream come true. This young man, in his fervor and youth, decided to embark on a journey to seek out the legendary elastic rainbow band. He was tired of going through endless matchmaking sessions and blind dates and the possibility of marrying someone he had no interest in frightened him. Taking things into his own hand, he packed the basic necessities, some money and went off, brimming with hope that he would be the lucky man to taste blissful love. Across mountains he trekked, swam through muddy swamps and battled mosquitoes in jungles before reaching a place where he heard he may seek out the location of the rainbow band.

His shoes were tattered till its bare minimum and his clothes reeked of sweat and toil. There were a row of houses lined up in front of him. “Hmmmm, which should I choose?” he wondered out loud. After an arduous expedition, he had hoped to meet a kind, warm and friendly family that would give him a new set of clothes and shoes along with a piping hot meal. There was a queer-looking house with a crooked chimney which spurted out odd-looking shapes of smoke and its walls were covered with delicious looking gingerbread, candies, toffees, chocolate fudge cookies and sundaes that never melt under the blazing sun rays. His mouth watered and with his heart full of desire for the sweet treats, he approached the door of the queer-looking house with a twinkle in his eyes and a growl in his bottomless belly.

“ Thud Thud Thud” he ratted on the door impatiently while his eyes were fixed on the friendly looking gingerbread boy and girl at the side of the entrance. His scrawny fingers inched towards one of them and in hungry desperation, plucked it out and gobbled it down. Waves of pleasure shot through his mouth, tingling his taste-buds and he could almost feel himself soaking in a tub of ice lemon tea with finely sliced lemons floating in the heavenly, out of the world beverage bath. The heavy wooden door creaked open and an old man peered out cautiously. He was, like his house, strange-looking, with crooked beady eyes, a bendy nose and a smile that can warm hearts and bring smiles to crying children faces.

“Oh, kind sir, could I have a seat inside and maybe, drink a cup of hot chocolate?”

“Of course, young lad. Please come in and I will prepare you some clothes and food.”

The interior of the house was exquisite, furnished with furniture fit for a King and the food that was laid on the table smelled heavenly and looked inviting. The old man had a daughter named Rosella. She was a black-eyed beauty with a full bosom, ruby red lips, big dolly eyes and vivacious black curls hanging stylishly from her head. What a sight to behold! He fell in love with her in a heartbeat, his senses sparked with excitement, sending him cartwheeling up and down the magical rainbow in his mind. Enchanted by Rosella, he begged the old man to let him stay, he would gladly do anything in the name of love. The notion of searching for the magical rainbow elastic band disappeared in a flash, that was no longer important for he has Rosella.

“All right young man, stay and serve me.”

“Your wish is my command Sir but I do hope to be worthy of your daughter, Rosella.”

“ You will have two of my assistants to help you out. Gingerboy and Gingergirl, come right here now!”

The young man was shocked but curious, there was clearly no other soul in the house except the old man, himself and Rosella. Next thing he saw left him gaping in bewilderment. A gingerbread girl hopped over to the old man, tears in her small candy eyes and whispered into the old man’s ear. His face turned into a fury red and steam emerged from his ears as he looked at the young man menacingly.

“Did you eat up Gingerboy?” bellowed the old man.

The young man nodded in silence, too afraid to do any further explanation, he was quite sure he would be fine since the old man had treated him nicely. Just as expected, the old man’s expression changed back to the kind, friendly face and he invited the young man to the kitchen to learn how to bake another Gingerboy.

Into the oven the young man went, baked and kneaded by the special oven that melted him in seconds. Out jumped out Gingerboy with rainbow colours and into the arms of Gingergirl who squealed in delight. The young man found neither the magical rainbow elastic band nor true love for in fact, there was no such thing.

I’m a size 14 and I’m darn proud of it

There have been times that we feel fat or are actually fat. To all those who have been hugely blessed by sharp godly-like features and model vibes, well, good for you. You may stop reading this post and continue with your life that is strewn with compliments and adoring stares. To those who fall in the average category and the fat category, welcome. Many a times, we look at ourselves in the mirror and we deeply wish that we were like those models on magazine covers. Those V-shaped faces, collarbones, tight waists, toned thighs and slender arms…. none of these actually belong to us.

Before I dwell deeper into this, I must say that as an Asian, I have small Asian eyes, 36D bust, size 14 top, chubby body parts and an occasional V-shaped face. Yesterday, I met guy J whom I knew from a popular dating website. After meeting for 30 minutes, we parted our ways.He texted me saying that my profile picture should be a more realistic picture of myself (there has been no photoshop done to any of my pictures) and that my face was like a watermelon. He went on saying that if he had to go on about my arms and thighs, it would be hurtful.

Well, I wasn’t offended but upset at the fact that J who was telling me this was not a perfect human being or like an A&F model. In fact, he was the contrary. At a height that was barely 175cm with no six-packs and a face that was not V-shaped, he seemed to be looking for the impossible. I was partially shocked by his words but it was a good lesson learnt.

In this generation flooded with technology and time that is always running out, we turn to dating websites like OkCupid and Tinder in hope to meet the love of our life. We begin to forget that love is a result of a process of interaction and communication. While good looks are a bonus, they are not necessary. What matters is the character and how well communication goes. Yet, that being said, many of us would find ourselves guilty of pausing at a hot guy’s profile, ogling at his abs and clicking the “Like” button. We spiral into a wireless communication where photos are deceiving and characters are built virtually, stashing away our real selves where we can act freely and even show our ugly side. What has become of the real us? Are we really who we think we are?

All those ladies out there who have been through similar situations, fret not. You are beautiful the way you are even if you are not blessed with a sizzling hot body and doll-like features. We are all complete in our own way even though society makes us feel otherwise. The superficiality of dating websites and beauty standards should not tell us who we should be, how our lives should be led and push us towards the abyss of shame and depression. We are way more beautiful than surface value, these superficial humans and society have failed to see our struggles, our moments of joy when the weighing scale tilts left, the food we love but choose to shun, the amount of exercise we try our best to do and the tears we have shed every time we feel less complete than we should be.

Fuck superficiality, fuck society’s beauty standards, fuck guys who make us feel ugly and piggish, embrace your unique beauty, be confident and be yourself. Laugh the way you want to, eat what you want, wear what you want and don’t you ever worry about what others say. These judgmental people are the true ugly pathetic lot. That form of uniqueness and confidence is real beauty, unbeatable across nations and all sorts of beauty standards.

I’m a size 14 and I’m darn proud of it. If you have got an issue with that size, get the hell out of my life, you are not needed here.

P.S. If you are curious, here are some pictures of myself:

What my Whatsapp Profile Picture is (taken 22 Aug 2014)

What my Whatsapp Profile Picture is (taken 22 Aug 2014)

How my size 14 body looks like

How my size 14 body looks like (taken 22 Aug)

How I look without makeup, contacts and fake eyelashes. The real me.

How I look without makeup, contacts and fake eyelashes. The real me. (Taken 25 Aug)