Today has been a bittersweet day.

Firstly, I hung out with my two bandidos, Naz and Zuul, and Naz's girlfriend, Mash. It was the last get together before Naz flies off on Sunday to Malaysia (which really, isn't that far away) to continue his studies. I won't be able to send him off at the airport, as I will be with my cousin on her engagement that same day. Zuul won't be able to send him off either as he is on duty til Sunday evening. Naz and Zuul are two of my closest friends, we're the kind of friends who just get each other. We first bonded on our fascination of the morbid, and from there, our friendship bloomed. We've supported each other through thick and thin, and there is a deep love between one another. I am grateful for this weird and wonderful friendship, thankful for their undying support. Tonight was no different, and it made my week.

Secondly, is Alexander McQueen's death. I spent the first 10 minutes sitting in front of my laptop hoping it was a hoax, but upon reading the statement to the press, I started feeling a sense of loss. He was probably my most favourite designer, someone who was a true visionary. Someone who nudged the boundaries of fashion and happily jumped them given the chance to do so. Someone who produced items that were truly decadent, and somehow knew my current lusts and indulged them in his designs. I understand his profound feelings of loss, though deeply wish that he didn't turn to such an extreme escape route. I understand why he did, though, as I have contemplated the same route, though taking a different exit. To me, when someone says, British fashion, I think, "Alexander McQueen. Vivienne Westwood. John Galliano." as my first three. To me, Alexander McQueen will always be one of the greatest British fashion designers, one who died far too young, far too soon. One who is leaving such an amazing body of work.

Rest in peace, Lee Alexander McQueen. May you finally find your peace in your rest.


*breathe*

So sorry for the sad post, I just feel rather devastated and feel like having a cigarette even though I don't smoke.

Onto happier news..

I has a MAC mini-haul. Yus I does. Daddy went to Kuala Lumpur for a couple of nights, and I managed to sneak in a "Please, Daddy, can you get this for me and a friend?" list. The MAC blushes I wanted (Style or Pinch Me) were not available at all, sadface. Though, - if anyone wants to get me these, feel free to! *cheeky grin* But my friend's stuffs were - a lipstick called Cherish, and a blush called Gingerly. Daddy felt bad about my stuff not being available, so he bought two sets of Cherish, and two sets of Gingerly! Bless him <3 I'm quite excited to try these out tomorrow!

Finally, and of course, not the least.. I've received my first blog award! It's so exciting! I received it from the drop dead gorgeous Weesha, and it's such an honour! I do love her blog, and her hair, and her clothes, and how gorgeous she is.. oh the envy twirled with adoration..

(Can you tell I'm excited by my incessant use of exclamation marks? lolums)



Sadly, I shall have to post the six blogs tomorrow morning - it's now 2.15am my time, and I still have my makeup on, meeps!


xoxo
irmiana