Patience
It’s hard to keep it.
More angry blogging rampage tomorrow, I’m seeing nothing but red right now.
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I hate coming up with blog titles
I really do… especially since I’ve run through most of my blogging ideas three months after I opened Rooeh. It has been a while, hasn’t it?
Anyways, this post is mainly to shamelessly promote one of my newest projects, CreativeCSS (http://creativecss.net/). For those of you out there that actually read and keep up with my blogs, I honestly don’t blame you if you just go straight to the CSS templates… I’m a boring person, that’s nothing to be ashamed about, you may have noticed that I this website is the continuation of RooDesigns and CreativeCSS version 1.0. However, since the revamp, a few key features have been added… or in this case deleted. I decided to make CCSS a visual website. Before in version 1.0, I required a 100+ worded description of the website, but most people were either 1). too lazy to do so or 2). paid no attention whatsoever to the requirements and submitted junk such as “this is my personal website, plz visit”. No kidding. I was horrified to say the least… I do not need any of that foul chat speech on my pretty website. Also, the purpose of CCSS has changed- now it is mainly a source of free advertising for web owners. So if you’re in need of extra traffic, please go on right ahead and visit.
Besides that, my personal life has been downright crazy lately. And when I say personal (heck, like I have one) I mean my job. Let me just say, I’m getting really tired of waking up at 6:00am so I can catch up on my pile of commissions, especially since I’m having the hardest time sleeping at night. I’m sure I’ll be my usual happy cheery self once I get a new mattress or something… sleep deprivation is not a good thing.
Well, Pa is coming home tomorrow… Which means I’ll be even more cranky and short tempered than usual. Because Pa never really adjusts to the time flop from China, he always ends up waking me up in the middle of the night. Basically he’ll just sit in the office with the lights off and watch some Chinese broadcast on his laptop… it’s quite scary if you walk in on him actually. Anyhow, I suppose I should buy him a pair of skullcandys so he won’t use the ridiculously loud speaker on that impossibly annoying piece of machinery.
Oh well, I will survive. Somehow…
Filed under: Blogroll, Life, Updates / Posted on: Jul, 17Comments: 5
I love me some LipPot
So yesterday I wore LipPot all day from Daisy Esmeralda Cosmetics and I have to say, I’m very impressed. For one thing, my skin didn’t react to it in irregular way- which happens with nearly every type of lip balm, lip gloss, lip salve, you name it. This can be quite troublesome when winter rolls around… since well, I don’t like walking around with a mass of chapped skin below my nose.
Anyhow, LipPot is made from a really great conversation-making ingredient, hemp seed oil. Okay, you may all be thinking that something illegal is going on, but I have done my wikipediaing and trust me, hemp seed oil is 100% legal. (And a complete miracle oil!)
Quoted from daisy-e.com,
Hemp seed is considered a “super food” and is sold in health food stores in the U.S.. It contains… get ready… anti-oxidants, protein, carotene, phytosterols, phospholipids, calcium, magnesium, sulfur, potassium, iron, zinc, phosphorus, vitamins A, B1, B2, B3, B6, C, D, especially rich in vitamin E, and contains the recommended balance of Omega-6 to Omega-3 acids.
And now my oh-so professional checklist of things that I tested for yesterday.
Color: In the container, it is a very light cream. However, once put on the lips, it has a very nice lip gloss like sheen. (And coming from a girl that hates all lip gloss with a passion, because of their sticky nature, this is a wonderful- and even better- substitute for that desired shine.)
Smell: Sweet, and subtle. I can’t really put my finger on it, but somehow sugary.
Taste: Okay, you’re not supposed to taste this sort of thing, but I have a bad habit of licking my lips. Anyhow, to me, it faintly reminds me of almonds. (Which makes sense, because LipPot does contain sweet almond oil.)
Quantity: LipPot comes in a 4oz container, which can easily last me about half a year. And the great thing is, Daisy E generously fills it all the way to the bottom, unlike some companies who only fill it half way in order to make more money. (How do I know this?… Let’s just say I’m handy with a toothpick.)
Quality: I was really surprised by the quality of this handmade lip salve. It feels great, it’s nice and smooth, it didn’t melt in the car (when it was about 100 degrees yesterday), and it isn’t at all heavy or oily. But most importantly, in my opinion, LipPot clearly states “I support handmade”.
If all of my rambling didn’t encourage you to check out Daisy-E’s LipPot, then why don’t you go on and buy one for yourself? At only $4.00 (for a limited time), what do you have to lose?
Filed under: Blogroll, Life / Posted on: Jul, 12Comments: 8
I feel special
Today I received Angie’s very own lip salve brand, Lip Pot, to review and use. I’m going to put it to the test all day and see just how great this product is.
Muahahaha…
Filed under: Asides / Posted on: Jul, 11Comments: 1
I failed, and therefore… I have disgraced my Asianness
So this morning I took my driving test.
And I’m sure you have all guessed by now that I have epic failed it. So epically failed it that if I were a fly, I should deserve to run into a bug zapper and be bug zapper-ed to smithereens.
Anyhow, I don’t think that I’m a bad driver exactly, I just have a horrible case of the nerves. But besides that, it’s not really reassuring to have my instructor, a blonde and honestly quite fat flaky skinned lady, yell at my every mistake. “YOU’RE GONNA HIT THE CURB!” or “WHY ARE YOU STOPPING AT THIS LIGHT?” is what I usually get from her when 1. I was not going to hit that curb and 2. I was only slowing down so that I could see if any dang cars were coming. Unless you have a death wish, don’t mess with me lady. Like I stated before, I do not respond well at all to pressure, and all that yelling just really ticks me off. My instructor should really take note of a student’s hormonal imbalance at this time and age and get her messages through in a calm and authoritative way. Otherwise, well, don’t make me go there…
The thing is, I’m not really too traumatized that I didn’t pass, I sort of expected it. No one in my family passed on their first go, in fact, mum didn’t pass until her fourth try. And I’m sorry that I don’t have time to practice like the other students who have both parents available on hand to supervise. Really, if you want to blame me for not forcing my poor ol’ mother to practice with me at 9:00pm every day, then by the heavens I am guilty and I will bow down to your nasty callous feet.
And another thing, I am really bothered by the many random shenanigans that she does while driving with me. For example, she eats, she drinks, she talks on her cell phone – which is promptly turned off as we turn into the Sears parking lot (where I take my lessons) so that she doesn’t get in trouble with the boss, and she scratches her shoulders a lot, which causes these big flakes of dead skin to fall off and be carried wherever the A.C. blew. Which in this case, my arms, legs, and face… something I don’t want to even think about.
Let me get this clear, again, that I am not a bad driver. I’m a cautious driver… which probably equals bad driver in some people’s books, but I have never broken a law. Until today. You see, the reason I didn’t pass was a really dumb mistake on my hand and an even dumber one for the tiny white car in front of me. Halfway through my test I started thinking, since she always yells at me during my turns, maybe I should just follow the cars in front of me… that way, I can’t go wrong. I guess that would apply in most cases, if the driver in front of you wasn’t a bucket head who had no idea where he or she was going. And therefore, caused me to swerve and do something I do not wish to relive by typing it out here.
Overall, I’m sort of grateful for not passing, because I consider it as something interesting that happened in my life. My oh so boring life. I’ll have my retake next next week, and well, I’m going to let my instructor have a piece of my mind for her rude, callous, biased ways towards me. That is, as soon as I know for sure that I have passed. So wish my luck my dear visitors, and thank you once again for reading one of my rants.
Filed under: Blogroll, Life / Posted on: Jul, 10Comments: 8