Day 10 – Share: Old photo(s) of yourself
Without further ado-
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Day 9 – What’s in your purse/bag?
It took me a while to do this entry because I wanted to use my SLR to take this photo, but I find out that someone inserted the battery the other way around (WOW) and now it’s stuck and won’t turn on. Jeez. How do I get that fixed? I’ve tried a few things but I don’t want to force it out because the camera might break, so I used my iPhone instead. Anyway, to the point!
Day 8 – Tell me: Currently reading anything?
In terms of a book, I’m not reading anything right now. I’m waiting for Haruki Murakami’s new book that comes out this month, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, so I’m reading articles/early reviews about it on Slate, NY Times, Newsweek and The Guardian. I think I’m ready for some bind boggling outlook on life and everything that surrounds it, not to mention quirky characters that Murakami seems to be fond of creating in his stories. I’m also reading, wait, catching up on Hollywood news because it seems like I’ve been so off the wagon this year. I didn’t even know Nikki Reed is now with Ian Somerhalder, I seriously thought she was still with her American Idol husband and Ariana Grande broke up with that The Wanted guy. I thought I knew these things. Shows how much my priorities have changed and shifted. I used to be all over this shit. Quiz me before, and I’d know the menial things about these peoples’ (celebrities’ as a whole) lives. It was so irrelevant …
Current Beauty Products Vol. III
Decided to take a break from the blog challenge to fit in a beauty post filled with very affordable products! These are some of the new stuff I’ve acquired and I guess a mini review is due based on my use so far.
Day 7 – Memories: What’s your earliest one?
My earliest memories would have to involve traveling, airports and my dad’s place in Makassar, Indonesia (then called Ujung Pandang). From when I was born up to when I was 3 years old I traveled to and fro Indonesia a lot, which lead me to finally moving there semi-permanently when I was 8. The most vivid memory I had from my early childhood would involve tripping into a huge rock outside our ancestral home that resulted into a very noticeable mark on my right hand, so much that it looks like a semi-keloid/birth mark. It’s one of the scars that will probably stay with me until forever.