Tuesday, June 25, 2013

in search of new hairstyles

Back when I was in school, we still had these things called magazines. Glossy pages filled with interesting typography and full page pictures. The quality of the content was arguably not as important. It usually involved selling products, celebrity gossip, and fashion reports. Being neither cool enough nor rich enough to afford a magazine, I would rely on some of my friends to update me on whatever the latest trend was. This event not being particularly frequent, I would simply cycle into my own trends and obsessions.

I remember being told once that we sleep eight hours a night as a learned pattern because of the rotation of the earth around the sun. But in some study of people who lived in caves, the natural sleep cycle was found to be six hours. People have their own internal rhythm but conform to the rhythm of the world they inhabit. Somewhat similar principle?

My main obsession last year was mineral makeup. Being told on my first day of work that I looked like I was 12 years old  kind of spurred me to attempt to look more mature. But in the end, three things deterred me:
1) I was too lazy to keep it up - it took a lot of time/effort because I'm not an artistic person
2) It seemed futile because nobody ever noticed anyway. I confess, I did the whole "hey! notice anything different? I'll give you a clue- it's on my face!"
3) I worry about using any skin products because I'm extremely acne prone. Even though most mineral makeup companies will tell you that their products contain zinc, which has a beneficial effect on acne.

This year, I have become convinced that one of the keys to looking more mature is in your hairstyle. There's a good historical background for this- in many cultures, women would wear their hair in a particular way to indicate that they were married or of an age suitable for marriage. The implication here being that I should not always wear my hair in a ponytail. Although I did wear my hair loose today, and during the examination of a patient's feet, I moved closer in order to get a better view. As I did so, the ends of my hair also moved in for a better view, and ended up brushing his feet. Ew!!!! I'll take the ponytail over that any day.

Looking at random youtube videos on "easy hair updo", I am astounded by the array of hair products that are available (and required). Is it seriously not possible to just fix your hair into position with a hairbrush and hair tie? Apparently I need something called a teasing comb, my hair brush is entirely the wrong sort, and there are things I'd never even known existed like bumpits, spiral pins, and bun sponges. I may attempt to see what I can siphon from my sister's huge supply of beauty/makeup/hair/nail products. Or I may just have to resort to the mineral makeup.

Monday, June 17, 2013

No. 4 Blake Street

When James and I go out to eat, I usually have some kind of craving and we just search urban spoon for somewhere suitable. If not, we either stay at home for dinner or have a standard Western meal (dinner) or dim sum (lunch).

We recently celebrated 18 months together at No. 4 Blake Street. It was my first time there and I was very impressed with the food. It was creative, fun, and delicious.

The service was impeccable, and I had a good laugh when the waiter said "you haven't eaten the [mussel] shells". When I finally set aside my disbelief and ate a shell, I was pleasantly surprised. Potato crisps coated in squid ink.

I've never had a full ten course degustation, but I impressed myself by making it halfway through the seventh (and last!) dish- this very yummy pannacotta featured in the photo.


P.S. The dress I'm wearing in the photo was made by one of my very talented high school friends! Link to her facebook page here.

Friday, June 14, 2013

the lipstick index

I kind of stopped blogging after my intern year. There was a multitude of reasons... I was overseas without internet connection, then I came back and did shift work in a job so cruisy that there was nothing much to mention. The job after that was in a distant peripheral hospital so I was always either working, or driving to work. Now I'm back iin my home hospital, on a busy surgical unit in a tertiary centre, and somehow I've decided it's time to start blogging again.

This week was a rude reminded of reality. I got the whole shebang- busy job, unpaid work, lazy colleagues, chaotic after hours, rude family members, weekend ward rounds, and insomnia. Thank goodness for my nurses and certain amazing registrars! I think I was so busy/stressed at work that when I got home, I couldn't calm down enough to fall asleep. So it was a pleasant surprise to find this at my desk when I reached home today:


It stirred up a warm fuzzy feeling in me that I hadn't felt all week. And also reminded me of the theory behind the lipstick index. Whether the theory is true or not, a small luxurious gift definitely raises my spirits! Especially when coupled with a hand-written note :). Now I'm all re-energised and ready for tomorrow's ward round...

Friday, June 7, 2013

greeting to a friend

Hello old friend!

How much you've changed- we've been apart for so long that I can barely recognise you. I thought of you often, these past six months. So many times I wanted to pen some incomplete thought, as though in the process of writing it would complete itself.

You've been my constant companion, since I was nine. My avid listener. My comrade in arms- how we would play tricks against clowns like two schoolgirls.

Your peers have all evolved, for better or worse I don't know. And how many more of them there are! In all shapes and sizes and colours. But you're still you, ever faithful. You'll always be mine.

I've missed you.

The world is littered with unfinished visions, and is not life such a vision? And is not the finishing of any thing a little death?

--Darksong