So the guy I like asked me what I thought of his face. I could have said anything; I could have said that he has a very nice face, (what looks like) smooth skin and that he has a cheeky grin.
So many flattering comments I could have made…
Instead I said “if I squint and tilt my head and the lighting is just right, your face looks mildly okay”.
He replied “I hate you”.
I don’t know whether I deserve a round of applause or a slap.
So I took this whole week off work (much needed I assure you) because I felt like it. I was able to restart my blog, catch up on sleep, chill with the parents, watch movies, read fanfiction, sleep super late and stuff my face whenever I pleased. Unfortunately I have to go back to work tomorrow.
Don’t get me wrong. I like my job but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna moan about going back…
It doesn’t help that I totally let myself go his week (and the few weeks before) and I kinda feel like I should look decent upon my return. Unfortunately getting myself into a decent state and actually sorting out my face is a longer process than you’d think. So long in fact that I need to mentally prepare myself beforehand.
I had to:
- Scrub every inch of my copper smelling body and dust filled hair (due to renovation work next door). I felt 10 kilos lighter after my bath/exorcism.
- Sort out my underarms. I look forward to be able to lift them freely.
- Wax off my moustache and sideburns.
- Shave my legs even though no one will see them.
- Use a facial scrub to remove the layer of grime on my face.
This takes hours and hours. How do some women look flawless 24 7?Where do they find the time? Where do they find the energy? Just how?!
Sometime during my internship, Shakira and I bumped into a random person outside the station selling a makeover day and I don’t know if it was the weather or I had a long day at work but we ended up buying it. We booked it for two months time and didn’t really think about it until a few days ago when we had to start preparing.
This morning when I woke up, my first thought was WHY AM I DOING THIS? I don’t know the first thing about hair and beauty. My beauty essentials are moisturising cream and eye pencil. I still haven’t figured out how to utilise liquid eyeliner. I rarely paint my nails because they’re usually half bitten. Basically I’m a disgrace to the beauty community.
However I thought: fuck it. It’ll be an experience, good or bad, at least it’ll be interesting.
As part of the day, they gave us a manicure (lol), an aromatherapy hand massage, styled our hair and gave us a full blown makeover. After that there was the photoshoot… which was the part that I was worried about. My mental commentary was something along the lines of:
How do I stand? What do I do with my hands? How do I smile? Should I pout? Can I even pout? *commence awkward fish faces in the mirror* argh Argh ARGH.
However I need not have worried. The photographer clearly knew what he was doing. He told us exactly where to sit, where to look, where to put our hands. All of this he did very quickly so I just felt like I was following instructions. Head here. Face up. Chin down. I can do this.
It turned out to be a really fun day. Definitely worth the experience.
So yeah. This is my face.
I hope this doesn’t turn into my Rishta (pre-wedding) photo. Because they will be hella disappointed when they see me in reality.
Over and Out!