Sans rouge a levre et apres sept heures.
Without lipstick and after seven hours.
C’est le visage!
It’s the face!
ps: There is glitter but it’s not exactly obvious in the pics. Looks better IRL, actually.
pps: I tried to upload this early (when I first got back from the dinner) but something was wrong with the site/wp/server/database/whatever so I left it as it was. Don’t ask what I’m doing up at an ungodly hour of the wee morning. =.= Bottomline is this: I’m too awake to go back to bed. Heh.
Background story: Company’s having a Christmas party tonight and the theme is Winter Masquerade. Come in something semi-formal and bring a mask.
I did it again to myself.
You see, I had the brilliant idea of painting my face since I was too lazy to get a mask from anywhere and too much of a cheapskate to fork out moolah for something which I could make or do without. I was only going to use it once so why bother getting something really really fancy?
So about three hours before the event actually starts, I plodded to the upstairs bathroom/shower to get ready. I reckoned it would take me about a good two hours to get things down to pat - face and all. By the time I was done, I had spent only one hour in the blasted oven (no aircon, no ventilation but two windows - go figure!).
What can I do?
I jolly well can’t step out in public with a half-butterfly on my right eye and glitter all over the top of my face. My skin just isn’t thick enough for that kind of action. So I reckoned I had little choice but to brave my trip to the office (it’s just one floor, after all) and run all the way to my workstation, which is, of course, conveniently located right at the end of the corridor, furthest away from the door. Bah.
Just imagine me in a getting-tight cheongsam (ohgawd!), with heels and two bags making my way to my desk.
If it’s any consolation, I didn’t hide my face nor did I run. ^.^
Luckily for me, almost everyone had gone off to primp and powder themselves.
Note to self: Allow self to be late ocassionally (especially in events where one will look embarassed if early) and remember to bring the camera next time.
Finally something about work that isn’t related to work!
In all honesty, I had a great company dinner yesterday - it wasn’t exactly all song and dance like my previous office but there were at least heaps of laughs.
I ought to kill someone but then again, if I hadn’t looked under her seat, I wouldn’t have to do that “catwalk challenge” thing, end up hiking my skirt and looking outrageously flirty AND winning at that. Hmphr.
I could put up more pics but the rest of basically with nearly the same people and of…well, useless stuff. That’s what you do when you feel bored. You start snapping away. Gah.
The view was great - PM’s office next to the lake not to mention that great looking mosque. I should go there again with Nil to take “better” pics.
On the side, no more hiking up skirts in front of fifty plus people. It feels weird the next day.
@.@
I suppose the question people have been asking is this: Why in god’s name did Zizou do that?
Granted that he could have been provoked into it by Materazzi - he, after all, never had a very sterling, squeeky clean attitude on the grass. So it would have been hardly surprising if he indeed deserved that very painful headbutt to the chest.
Then again, there is Zizou, a French national hero, about to retire. He should have known better than to end a career in this fashion, we say. Some see him as the one who is rarely given to sudden bursts of violence on the playing field but others would disagree. “Zizou has a history of violent reactions.” “He has a temper.”
People start to find fault without looking at the heart of the matter.
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So here they are again after eight years. In the Finals against the Azzuris - L’Italie - after beating Portugal with a goal.
This should be an exciting game. As usual, I’m not holding my breath; I think it makes the results a little less devastating or sweeter if either were to win.
Hm.
Now the next big question is this: Should I stay up to watch the finals?
OHMIGOD.
I was rooting for the underdogs with the awful thought that they might lose to the Samba kings BUT I was pleasantly surprised this morning.
O_O
Talk about shocking.
(This World Cup has definitely been surprising, to say the least. On one hand, England has been knocked out by the Portugese and Germany has gone on to the semis.)
Lets see how Le Bleus will do - they weren’t really hoping to get this far but if they can make it to the finals, it’ll be 1998 all over again but this time with a different twist to things.
…for once in my life, at least before the show ends or I die (whichever comes first), I would like to witness the magic of…
I have always been a fan of musicals and especially these three. In my younger days, I remember lying down on a leather couch just listening to Christine Daaé and Raoul de Chagny singing to each other in All I Ask Of You, Kim’s sweet voice in I’d Give My Life for You and who can forget the revolutionary Do You Hear The People Sing? There is just something about the music and lyrics that draws me.
(Heck, I even cried like a mad cow at the end of Miss Saigon [it's tragic, OH-kay!] - and this is just by listening.)
My brother knows my love for musicals. He, after all, was submitted to endless afternoons and nights of MS, Les Mis and Phantom blaring in the air while I read/write/sleep. He gave me the next best thing - VCDs of special “Royal” performances with songs from these three musicals. I still have them and ocassionally, when I want to relive the magic, I flip them on.
But you know what? Nothing beats the thrill of really being there. Just once, I’d like…really like… to go to where it all begin - in the UK - and see it for myself.
Just once.
Once again, thanks to the Embassade de France en Malaisie, GSC and Alliance Francaise (and of course, the M’sian govy), the French Film Festival is here again!!!
Running from June 1-11 in KL and June 15-21 in Penang, it showcases a myriad of thematic films ranging from drama to documentary. Most of you would have heard of The Emperor’s Journey (La Marche de L’Empereur) - that will be screened at either GSC 1-Utama or Mid-Valley depending on the schedule. Have a gander at GSC’s website for the list of movies and showtimes.
As always, we do a movie marathon during the Film Festival. Last year, five movies were on the list but this time, since I had other domestic obligations, we cut it short to just three - Le Conveyeur, Joyeux Noel and Vipere au Poing. All there were simply amazing; the feel was radically different. I reckoned it was one of the best choices I made in regards to this year’s Film Festival.
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