chaka chaka

because they chafe. like hell.

mmmm… cherry frog!

tongue in chic is having a diva contest where you’re supposed to post/email your most diva moment. we all know i’m retarded and have the mental age of a 10-year old, which automatically disqualifies me from being a diva, but i thought heck.

hi, my name is justine. and i have diva moments every time i’m in the vicinity of the one and only true queen - baby zulkiflie.

not only is she stylish, trendy, cute, excitable, hot and sexy, she is also a super bad-ass.

when we head out for lapsap (her favourite night) she cares not for the peons and minions, she only cares about 1) dancing backwards 2) diva poses and 3) xu

clubbing with her makes me feel like a diva by proxy.

do not get in the way of her backwards dance. you will regret it.

all hail the diva pout

this is the Ultimate Diva Pose ™ which is usually done just before the Iron Death Grip© (and if you do not deem her worthy enough as a Diva, she will use it on you).

kthnkxbai!

taken by my favourite photographer <3

initially, i was stunned by how unfeminine this cut was. eventually i got used to it.

but see, it’s landed me on katagender’s tomboy photo project. haha.

my first pair of falsies. wanted to try one every since xiaxue’s guide to life covered it and i was all “ooooh, i can has eyelashes too?”

p/s i have no idea how to use ‘em!

p/p/s cipet. how can people put it on in less than a minute?

update:

eeeeeeyer… so damn uncomfy! but damn, it makes me look like i have eyes.

am in a really fucking foul mood now.

browsing e-boutiques was taking the edge off somewhat till i realised what i now owe jabatan pengangkutan jalan could have been put to much better use shodding myself.

all photos from G O S H ! boutique

this is turning increasingly into a “what i did today with whom” kind of blog. but like baby always says, “saya suka, lu mau apa?”

she texted me early, asking if i wanted to join her fashionista meetup, but my shoes aren’t awesome enough so i skipped it.

we did head to replacement after that because diva ming is just super hard to get a hold of. takey gave me a cut (he left me my fringe) and dyed the sides.

looks very much like jacinta’s old cut (and even the new) but i figure i’m done copying joyce so this was the next logical step seeing as i have no originality or hip-ness of my own. ;)

baby got her fringe trimmed for free. awesome or what?

chomelest girl in the world. i will accept no arguements.

got my hands on some bleach, 12% developer and fudge paintbox semi-permanent colour (red corvette).

i’m not sure whose corvette is this colour or why all corvettes are stereotypically crimson (are they?) and this ain’t even really red. true colour more bright red/hot pink.

still, i like it. :D

(yesh, i know i missed some of the roots, but it burnsssssss, precious!)

2am update: help! it’s getting brighter! someone stop it!

benefits sale at

Kristal Suite 1, 1st Floor West Wing
Hilton Hotel, PJ

31st October & 1st November 2008
9:30am to 6:30pm & 9:30am to 5:00pm respectively

won’t be going since, if you hadn’t noticed, i’m not particularly big on anything girly. my one big vanity is my hair, and it’s anything but feminine. unless you thought demi moore in GI Jane was hot. then you’re a freak anyway.

wonder if it’ll suck as much as the zara warehouse sale did. sale konon.

hmph.

should i try baby’s rimmel london instead?

ming and i supposedly have an understanding.

when i first went to bombshell with my dog-eaten hair (not words of my choosing, hell, i liked my cut ok?) my brief to him was “do anything you like, just make it short and easy to style.”

i love ming’s work. plus the fact that he never bugs me to get treatment or buy miscellaneous products.

on my second visit i asked him “can i get a different cut each time?”

today, i asked for something that i could grow out.

“no.”

“but, why? i wanna grow it long. well, not long. but long-ER.”

*ming pauses and looks me in the eye (in the mirror)*

“tell me, do you really think you look good with long hair. do you?”

“no… wait, i mean i don’t know. *whines* i just wanna tryyyyyyy…”

“no. never.”

so now, no going back to the same style. no growing my hair. no knowing what cut i’m going to get.

and i am his willing slave. he’s harder to get hold off than the queen of england and never lets me know anything before (or while) snipping away.

*ming cutting off all the hair on my left side*

“are you giving me a mohawk?”

“no. it’s a falcon.”

“… what’s a falcon?”

“hawks and falcons are birds. like kestrels.”

“…”

here’s his latest.

and since i’ve been getting searches for “ming + bombshell + haircut”, here’s the address and contact number:

SHOW PINK + BOMBSHELL
9-2 Jalan Telawi 2
Bangsar Baru 59 100 Kuala Lumpur
Tel: 03-2282 2280