Mar 09 2010
I’ve been complaining of never having the time to work out since forever. I believe nights of Macd deliveries which was inevitable during the mad rush of writing papers after papers when I was in uni had messed up my body. But things are changing. I’m done procrastinating and I got a feeling that Vibram Five Fingers did the trick.
Check out my latest toy.
Mar 05 2010
Thanks to Diana, I was invited to Majolica Majorca Chapter 26 workshop! For makeup noobs like me, Majolica Majorca is a popular makeup brand from Japan. I met some really kinky ladies at this makeup tutorial. We are supposed to learn how to make ourselves look like human-like dolls.
Do you like my red stockings? Ken hates it! Oh well, at least Clara adores them. Haha. She’s such a babe. Our trainer, Laurette was sweet too! I was the test subject of the day and it was an indulgence to have her applying the latest MJ makeup on my face. It was like a free makeover but I got to learn how to do it after that.
Tags: bloggers, Clara, doll, eye, eye shadow, eyeliner, lashes, Majolica Majorca, makeup, mascara, Shiseido, workshopMar 04 2010
Searching for some old hutongs around Shichahai area, we wandered in a maze of Si-He-Yuans which linked us to one hutong to another. Though we were lost, the experience of being secluded was peaceful. Such were the effect of the enclosed walls which afforded some degree of privacy and calm. We felt like we were miles away from the city’s bustle.
Strangers looked at us with curious eyes while they performed their daily rituals within these spot-stained, ancient walls. I felt comfortable that no one was bugging me to buy anything. I was actually pleased to be ignored. With that, we continued this little tour of ours quietly under their silent watch.
I saw cute, grubby kids with rosy cheeks playing along the alley. They looked happy. I saw old folks sitting leisurely on rattan chairs staring into space. Some looked happy. Some not so. Then there was an old men smoking from a pipe, a cobbler and a fruit vendor with her three-wheeled cart. The air had a faint scent of freshly baked bread, coal and raw meat. Weird mix but it wasn’t unpleasant. As I made our way through these narrow walkways, I got more intrigued by the way the poorest in Beijing live their lives. At each sharp turn which twist and turn with no rhyme or reason, I can never foresee what lies around each corner and that was the thrill of exploring a hutong.
Tags: Ancient, architecture, beijing, China, exotic, History, hutong, innerds, nostalgic, old, poor, Pork, preservation, reality, shichahai, siheyuan, tripes
