So, I’m incomplete.

Eye shadow, blusher, lipstick, eye liner, mascara. Girls, don’t these seem familiar to you? Are you one of those who are guilty of not knowing how to put them to good use? High 5, we’re in the same boat! I think even 10 years down the road, on my wedding day (if there’s ever going to be this day), or any event of that sort, I’ll still find myself, fumbling over these makeup tools on the dressing table, and still have yet to explore the vast improvement it does to make women look good. I definitely don’t have a problem with lipstick and blusher. Any idiot would know how to use these 2. As for me, I don’t need a blusher, UNLESS i’m intending to perform for Wayang Kulit or something along that line. As for the rest of the make up tools, I’m just a gonner at it! And I still thought that ‘making up’ is something that’s inborn in women. Wrong. VERY INCORRECT.

I once tried putting on makeup by myself, and not to mention, it was a totally failure! I look like some 7th month ghosts that’s just being released from hell. Simply put it; Disastrous. That was for Handbell performance. And of course, you wouldn't expect me to go on stage with that disgusting face, I think all the audience would just vanish and run as far as possible. Afterwhich, I’ve got phobia of ‘caking’ up my face.

I would say, I’m blessed with a problem-free complexion. Of course, not a flawless one, but I mean, I never had to deal with problems such as pimple out-breaks, or acne. Maybe just occasionally, where pimples just find comfort on my face during that certain time of the month. Therefore, I wouldn’t want to ruin my complexion by making up. Watch the amount of chemicals in them. As much as it’s supposed to make you look a lot prettier and more glamourous, I think the chemicals does irreversible harm. It’s better to be safe than sorry, don’t you agree?

Perhaps, one day I should really sit down in front of the dressing table, figure out how exactly to use the various tools. Mixing and matching colours. Well, I think I’ll just end up thinking that I’m in an art class with an eccentric teacher that has absolutely no ecstatic sense.

And that’s me teaching myself. =X