- Apply the crimson-est lipstick you own on your lips.
- The ultimate gloss to get the succulent-juicy-lips look
- Smear kajal/eyeliner/shadow above and below your eyes. It’s okay if you look like a racoon. (photo editing will take care of all the blemishes.)
- Don’t forget the mascara.
- Your flicks or bangs should cover one eye. Straightened.Yeah, in order to get the bandit-queen look.
- Hold your camera/phone in one hand. Face the mirror. Or face your Macbook’s lens. If you own a DSLR, half your task has been accomplished. For real.
- Pout your lips, raise your eyebrow(s) (optional) or narrow your eyes. Make sure you look your sexiest best.
- Take a picture.
- If not satisfied with the first attempt, try umpteen times until you get the desired look.
- Once you are satisfied, get to the crucial aspect of this process - Editing your picture.
- Adjust the highlights, shadow/contrast. You could increase the saturation to acquire the unreal, dreamy look. Or probably fiddle with focal gray-scale, HDR, etc. If you are a Photoshop expert, use your skills to the fullest.
- Edit, re-edit your picture until you are absolutely sure that it’s what you were aiming for.
- Finally, upload it on Facebook.
Plus point
Assures a complete transformation from Plain Jane to Miss Sexybitch.
Minus point
It is virtual.
Caution : May fetch you a bandwagon of admirers online, but they might change their minds on meeting you in real (unless your virtual and real avatar gel well together.)- An extract from "Fits of Boredom"
Sunday 21 October 2012
How to get the ultimate Facebook profile picture. (Girls only. Period.)
Saturday 13 October 2012
2009
It's amazing how I remember every detail of the year 2009. The three years that have followed it are blurry and hazy with conspicuous empty patches, representing incidents I cannot recall, no matter how hard I rack my brains.
That year brought about great changes in me. Call it a change in my personality and even physical appearance, but I felt confident, sunny and pretty.
I saw my school in a new light. Junior College seemed to be friendlier and warmer as compared to high school.
My first trip to the States.
My Facebook friend's list increased in leaps and bounds.
I realised that dressing up and partying was actually fun. Yes, I started smearing eyeliner under my eyes. Smokey.
That year, I broke more than three pairs of glasses.
I realised I had indeed fallen in love with my city and Clover Heights, especially.
This beautiful Squier came into my possession.
I realized that liking a guy comes with its share of thrill, estrogen and depression.
Tasted heartbreak for the first time.
Noticed changes in old friends.
Saw Death for the first time.
2009 was three years ago. I really miss it. With each passing year, it will go further behind. Milestone year. Definitely.
That year brought about great changes in me. Call it a change in my personality and even physical appearance, but I felt confident, sunny and pretty.
I saw my school in a new light. Junior College seemed to be friendlier and warmer as compared to high school.
My first trip to the States.
My Facebook friend's list increased in leaps and bounds.
I realised that dressing up and partying was actually fun. Yes, I started smearing eyeliner under my eyes. Smokey.
That year, I broke more than three pairs of glasses.
I realised I had indeed fallen in love with my city and Clover Heights, especially.
This beautiful Squier came into my possession.
I realized that liking a guy comes with its share of thrill, estrogen and depression.
Tasted heartbreak for the first time.
Noticed changes in old friends.
Saw Death for the first time.
2009 was three years ago. I really miss it. With each passing year, it will go further behind. Milestone year. Definitely.
Saturday 6 October 2012
To not let it be
Is it a good idea to tolerate a friend?
Or is it better to be blunt and hurtful, cut of all connections, and then probably embark on a new start later?
I don't know. All I know is that I suck at being honest to those who are close to me. I am afraid of saying no. I am afraid of displeasing them. I could compromise for their sake. I don't like being in anybody's bad books.
I get this feeling that I tolerate too much. Trample on shit saying "Really, it's not that bad." But deep down, I know it is a lot. A lot to handle, and from the past experiences I've had, I rather prefer to not make big deal out of everything.
Tolerating a friend is not a good idea.
Or is it better to be blunt and hurtful, cut of all connections, and then probably embark on a new start later?
I don't know. All I know is that I suck at being honest to those who are close to me. I am afraid of saying no. I am afraid of displeasing them. I could compromise for their sake. I don't like being in anybody's bad books.
I get this feeling that I tolerate too much. Trample on shit saying "Really, it's not that bad." But deep down, I know it is a lot. A lot to handle, and from the past experiences I've had, I rather prefer to not make big deal out of everything.
Tolerating a friend is not a good idea.
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