When I write about my progresses with my mental health I always feel like a mix between a B series self-improvement website, Gwyneth Paltrow’s Goop, a desperate housewife and a new age freak (which is like Goop, but less Santa Monica-yoga-chic). Believe me it’s not fun*. But on the other hand, I like to write about it because it helps me to fix the milestones I am achieving. They might be small steps and I can tell you I am…
I’ve been writing this post for like two weeks. Write, delete, write, delete, write, delete. Everything I was writing was somehow off, I just didn’t like what I was reading. One version looked like the story of a pseudo-hippie and her newly found light shining from within. Another sounded like a motivational post, you know, like those you read on The Huffington Post and stuff (but the bad ones, those that get a lot of “this writer should find another…
Today it’s my birthday and I’m turning 33. THIRTY-F***ING-THREE And for how 20 year old I can sometimes feel inside and how much I can tell myself that I’m technically still young, I also feel the years weighing on my shoulders (ALERT: I’m gonna talk like a granny all the way through this post) . But the good part is: I kinda like it. Except very annoying stuff like spending tons of money on anti-age products, realising I can’t wear…
So typical Al, I claimed in January that I would write a post per week… I look back at my last post and it’s dated 21 February. Oh well. I actually have a good excuse for this absence from my illustrated diary: I did a major commission for L’Officiel Singapore and Louis Vuitton back in March (I know, right?? Sometimes I still can’t believe it… Maybe I should just write a post here to fix it black on white, what do…
I have recently entered a new beauty monomania phase: lipstick. It became an obsession because a good lipstick can actually make you look very cool with a tiny effort, but I just can’t find the “right colour”. It pisses me off like crazy. Somehow I never feel 100% comfortable when I wear lipstick. Either I feel too slutty, or too flashy, or one day my mouth is too big, one day my lips are too thin… What would I like?…