Cushioning the F-word

I’ve been thinking about writing this post for quite some time, and then pondering even more after a dear friend of mine made an unthinking remark that I must admit, I myself have previously made. I didn’t want to ruin the mood then and there by pointing it out, starting a discussion, but it’s been…

What Went on in the Back Room

I got to play makeup artist the other day, which is something I used to do all the time during my first years of uni. I was often seen at pre-parties either dragging some poor girl with me into the bathroom for a makeover, or with my wineglass in one hand and a brush in the…

Playing around with Heat Wave

That UFO that kept following me ’round Ireland’s up today, beaming down, reflecting upon the endless, white layers of snow outside. And I’m inside working on an exam. I can tell you this; I’d rather be getting a tattoo. It’s actually a more pleasant experience by far, than explaining chi-squares, samples and trying to wring…

Everybody’s slimming, except for Clinique’s Chubby sticks.

They’re quite content being that size. I’ve had Chunky Cherry since the first launch, but I found it to be too gloss-like, and runny. The intense has a drier texture, but I still find that the colour bleeds a little. I do enjoy the intensity, though. It’s got a bit of sheen and is somewhat…

The irony of it all

Equal rights to equal possibilities does not mean you have the same means to get there. Why is it that in spite of better knowledge, we still put different minds to the same tests, demanding they produce the same achievements or else…?