I have a fetish. No, not that fetish. Its a rather different fetish for something.

YES I AM A SUPERFICIAL GIRL BUT I AM NOT A DUMB BLOND.

And I am so proud tot ell you that I am obsessed with fashion, cosmetics, perfumes and all the girly stuff. I have that idiosyncrasy, which I was proudly born with it - I love having collections. Be it, cosmetics, accessories, novels and ya dah ya dah. I am totally in love with it.

All of a sudden, I'm feeling that rush. That sudden urge to shop. Unfortunately, I don not have the time to do so. Insufficient sleep is bugging me, but I have no choice but to live with it. Never mind.

As much as I adore cosmetics, I would still consider myself as a total dimwit in make-up. I love browsing through all kinds of styles and looks, but I don't know how to apply them. Perhaps I am still an amateur, and I wasn't exposed to make-up at a very young age, like, 13 years old. that superficial LAHH. I only started to realise the importance of make-up, probably at the tender age of sixteen. Oh sweet sixteen. But heck, I never went to that extend that I spent my entire parents' money or put my house to mortgage loans just to buy make-ups and add them to my collection at the same time. And of course, make up is about drawing attention to your face assets, and beautifying it, definitely not an alternative to conceal your flaws.

It should be subtle, or if you're daring enough, go for the funky or bold style, with a limit of course. Too much of a good thing can be bad. Plastering your face with loads of foundation will only make you look errrr, mouldy and cake-y. ECH. Applying dark eyeshadows without blending it is a turn-off. ECH. Over-the-top styles are only meant for the runway, though. And also, just because it looks good on others it may not necessarily mean it'll look perfect on you. The trick is to experiment, do more research, watch more make-up tutorials on the net. Simple.

I love MAC, cos its bold. I love their colours, collections and etc.

I love Bobbi Brown, cos its subtle and simple.

I love Benefit cos its funky and its mellow and sweet.

I love Stila because its cute and girly.

But heyyyyy, for every good thing there are always pros and cons.

SIGH. DREAD ALL YOU WANT. LIFE'S LIKE THAT. DEAL WITH IT, PEOPLE.

Be prepared to put on your Fendi sunglasses, dressed in your Miu Miu dress, with your Manolo heels, accessorized with perfect diamonds on your neck and your finger, accompanied with a Louis Vuitton handbag if you want to have proper treatment at XXX counters.

Or else. Be prepared to be ignored and left aside.

SOUNDS, UGLY RIGHT? It is. XXX (make-up brand la, no need to mention) promoters (I do not refer them as make-up artists because their attitude clearly does not depict that) are famous for being rude and harsh. I am superficial. They are superficial, too. But they are being superficial for a bad reason. Do they have to give different treatments to different classes of people? HECK, they're your customers after all. So stop showing your stupid black faces. Freaks.

So, you may question, what do they do, actually?

They chat and gossip with their colleagues at the counters. Or look at the freaking mirror and plaster their faces with make-up. Perhaps glaring at you and being rude when you ask for assistance.

XXX and their lackadaisical attitude of promoters.

MAC (highlight to read) have such wonderful collections, but their promoters are acting like goddesses who have upper hands to treat customers differently and unequally.

You know, sometimes having the best skills is not the ultimate priority. Manners and etiquette are as equal as important as skills, too.

Oh dear, don't make me despise you, darling. I still love you despite of who you are. I'm being neutral at the moment, but I'm clearly uncertain whether it'll happen to me, because it did happen to a couple of my friends. And of course, I don't want to mean to you, because I still adore you.

Don't be such dimwits, okay? :D

I AM GOING TO SIT FOR MY EXAMS IN APPROXIMATELY 72 HOURS TIME. YEAY. SCREW THAT PANIC ATTACK.

I need to unwind, really! Hope everything turns out right :X cos if not, I'll be in hot soup.

Some bloody fucker wiped off my entire assignment, and how the fuck am I going to complete it. Some people are such assholes, I tell you. I don't give a fucking damn who the hell are you, all I know is that you didn't even a utter a word of apology. Fuck you dude. Seriously. I don't care whether your grandmother is the fucking queen. You're stupid. And your actions proved that you were even more stupid-er than ever.

And now I'm thinking how the hell I'm going to complete my assignment in one fucking day? The dateline is on Monday, and my exams are on Monday, too. WTF. DIE LA DIE LA.

SCREW YOU LAH. I don't understand why the hell you have to be so itchy-handed that you must touch everything which is within your sight. Can't you just back off and leave my stuff alone. You're not doing anything good to me. You're spoiling and ruining practically everything. For the fucking 103rd time your stupidity is pissing the shit out of me. THIS ISN'T THE FIRST TIME.

For the first time I was oh-so-happy as I poured out my efforts in this assignment. I did not procrastinate. Not at all. Simply because I wanted to have more time to concentrate on my studies. BUT OH, LOOK, WHAT HAPPENED???!?!?

I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO COMPLETE MY FREAKING ASSIGNMENT LAH, DUH! THANKS TO YOU. AND CONDOLENCES TO ME. BECAUSE I HAVE TO NEGLECT MY STUDIES. ITS NOT LIKE ITS SOMETHING I WANTED TO DO. SO DON'T FUCKING POINT YOUR FINGER AT ME FOR WHATEVER RESULTS IN MY FINALS. YOU WERE THE CAUSE OF IT. SO SHUT UP, AND I'LL SHUT UP TOO.

I have absolutely no idea with what you did to reason why you shouldn't apologise. There was no excuse that you should no apologise, in fact. If only you said sorry, things wouldn't have been this terrible, and I wouldn't be so fired up.

The worst thing you did was that you denied when I caught you red-handed. Now, how the fuck am I suppose to calm down? You gave me that atupis cold look of yours, and it really pissed me off. Be considerate for one time, ok.
You know my habit of writing journals and saving them in my laptop, yet you still choose to defy me and you constantly invaded my privacy by reading my journals without my permission. Now, how the fuck am I suppose to be patient?

NOW WHAT BENEFIT WOULD I OBTAIN BY CURSING YOU? ITS NOT GOING TO BRING BACK MY ENTIRE ASSIGNMENT. ITS NOT LIKE YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING TO HELP ME OUT. WELL, THE BEST THING YOU COULD ACTUALLY DO IS STAY OUT FROM MY SIGHT FOR SOMETIME BEFORE
YOU REAPPEAR AND HAUNT ME AGAIN.

I tried all the ways to manage my anger, but to no avail(?) I guess I need to nap for a while and then wake up half an hour later to complete my entire assignment. It's stupid, because I have to pay for what you have done. This time I guess it'll be
slightly different than the first. I reckon that this one will not be good as the first becausse how could I possibly remember everything? I'll have to try my best to recall though.
However, I still do not think that I am able to finish this in one night.

AND WHAT MORE, MY STUDIES? TEACH ME TO MANAGE MY TIME, PLEASE.

I DON'T THINK I CAN SLEEP TONIGHT. I DON'T HAVE TIME. SERIOUSLY. GUESS I'LL BE SLEEP DEPRIVED FOR THE WEEK. SHUCKS.

SCREW YOU FOR YOUR STUPIDITY. GAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's only the fourth day of the week, and I'm feeling super distressed. So fucking annoyed with basically everything. No, it isn't any case of PMS, honey. Its just that some people can't fucking leave me alone, they just have to pick on me and see me blow my temper, and they are the one laughing in the end, while I am nothing but a laughing stock. Fuck those people off, seriously. I'm already so bloody stressed out with finals and my life and these people just have to sandwich me between them and pick on me as if I kidnapped their family members.

And when I blow up, they think its funny they still continue to laugh, not knowing that its super duper irritating and it pisses the shit out of me. Ha Ha Ha. Kiss my ass.

Earaches coming back once again, and it might probably be an infection. Fuck. I have no time to head to the doctor at all. I'm rushing to complete practically all my assignments and revising my notes for my finals as it is creeping up day by day. Bah.

Why is that people have to annoy me and push me to the edge especially when I'm having the blues? Is it some kind of funny routine and habit that everyone does? It's not funny. And it's not considerate. My ear hurts like fuck and I'm so stressed up inside, and they just poke fun at you because it's fun and exciting. Fuck off, people. I have no time for nonsense like this.

Leave me alone, you dimwits. I just need equal time on my own.

AAAARRRGGGHHHH. Definitely feels like shit tonight.