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Make-up Routine 101

I'd like to share to you my make-up routine before going to school.

First and foremost, I apply a thin layer of moisturizer to keep my skin hydrated before applying make-up.

In my case, I use my trusted brand that's also favored by my mom and grandma: Nivea Creme

 Right after, I scoop out a decent amount of San San Matte Finish Liquid Foundation. among the four shades available I use the shade 04, which has a pink undertone and the closest to my tone.
It has a great coverage and blends smoothly.

After letting my foundation set, I grab my Careline Pimple Concealer and use it as an under eye concealer, because of the brightening effect it gives.
It's very light and blends perfectly on skin.

Then, I use Nichido Cosmetic's Fancy colors Pressed powder in Beige to top it all.






Let's now move on to the eyes. Personally, this portion of the routine takes most of my time.




for my eyelids I use my favorite palette from Urban Decay, which is Naked 2.

In my opinion, it's absolutely the best! the eyeshadows comes in a variety of finish: matte, shimmer and micro-glitter.

I use Pistol to cover my eye lid. As you can see Pistol is the perfect mix of grey and brown with a nice shimmer finish. Next, I use either Chopper or Tease, but mostly Tease, to cover the rest of the area: you can either choose the copper shimmer with fine silver micro-glitter, or creamy brown with slight purple undertone matte finish. Then I blend Half Baked on the outer V, and on the ends of the brow bone. Lastly, I use Busted on the crease of my eyes.

Right after, I use Nichido Cosmetics extra waterproof black eyeliner, on my upper and lower lash line.

To finish it off, I use Ever bilena Colorless Mascara on my upper and lower lashes.





After the eyes comes the LIPS. I don't usually do much on this part. Just some lip liner and tinted lip gloss.

I use Ever bilena Lip liner in cappuccino to outline my lips and fill in the center with a couple of lines on an outward direction.

And I top the lip liner with Maybeline's Baby Lips Color Berry Crush.










And there you have it, LilMissCyree's make-up routine


Credits to the owner of the photos.

I'm working on a new story

He was the sweetest man I ever met.

He was the most annoying person I ever encountered.

He cared for me as I had cared for him.

He hated me as I had hated him.

Ours sparked inside the campus.

We began over some spilled coffee on his uniform.

I got to call him my boyfriend.

He grabbed the chance to make me his wife.

We are the beginning of the series.

            We are the continuation of their beginning.

We may be are different from one another,

            We may have existed from different timelines,

But we share the same gift,

            We share the same fate.

In the end, both of us fell in love with the same kind of man.

            We both chose to live with a man with a neon counter on his head.

NEON COUNTER…

Coming sooon

Care for a Little Sci-Fi?

TITLE: Illumian Legends

Author: LilMissCyree

Glaeca Scott, a lady in her 20's had a great transition from a carefree partygirl to a matured business woman. One day she goes home to a wrecked mansion, with three unknown men threatening to kill her father. It all began with a phone call that ended up with an abduction.

 Glaeca woke up in a place called Viastro, surrounded by crossbreeds she never thought to exist. In order to get back to Earth, Glaeca made a deal and was forced to become a warrior in an Extraterrestrial Battle Arena, in exchange of her safety. Clad in a black armor and equipped with a sword she battled and rose to the top. Unfortunately, Glaeca fell in love with her abductor, that when he died Glaeca changed.

On that day Glaeca was brought to the other side of the planet, Illumia, the home of the light. She discovered the history and the long fought war between the Viastrosmoths and the Illumians. Despite being miles away from home, Glaeca opened herself again and found love and hope. But among the things she discovered she found the most important thing, she found herself, her real identity.

They won against Viastro but carrying the blood of a Viastro royal, while her heart remains loyal to the Illumians, Glaeca had to choose. Being a part Viastro, Glaeca was shunned and was forced to leave. But leaving home, leaving Illumia is not the end it’s just the beginning. It’s the beginning for her and the unborn child inside her.

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Good day!

Open Letter to my Dad in Heaven

Hey dad,

How’s it going up there? I hope you’re okay, I wish its better up there.

I actually don’t know why, it has been months well 91 days to be exact but I am still grieving, still in pain but I’m moving on. Almost three months and yet here I am still pretending that when I dialed your phone number your usual “Kamusta nak ko?” or “Bakit baby ko?” would greet me from the other line. Here I am feeling a bit down whenever I text your old number and receive no reply. Here I am still listening to the old record of our conversation last semester, conversing with it as if you’re really on the other line. Here I am scared to travel back to our home town knowing that you won’t be there to welcome me back. And here I am tearing up whenever I remind myself that you’re really gone, because here I am still waiting for someone to say that it’s all just a prank and you’re really alive.

                I can’t help but cry every time I remember those last 2 days we had. The last two days of pain and of hope. Those last two days will forever be a part of my memories, because those moments were the proof of how strong you were, of how hard you strived to live. But daddy, you’re a cheater, you’re so unfair, but I’m really thankful for that. We were supposed to make you smile even for the last few hours of your life, but you did the opposite. You gave us hope even for the last few hours of your life, you made sure that even for that final moment you’ll see each of our smiles and hear our laughter. Your last 24 hours was a miracle, it’s the greatest miracle that I had ever witnessed, and you made all of that happen. Thank you so much daddy.

                Until now I still can’t believe you’re gone. I still can’t believe that the man who wouldn’t dare lay a finger or even get mad his children is gone. I remember when I was a little girl, every afternoon after school, mom and I used to go to your office, I with my pigtails would be jumping excitedly as I ask you to pick me up. The moment I’m up you’ll ask me what I want, the moment its uttered we’ll be heading towards the grocery store and buy me my favorite siopao and chuckie. Remember the time when my younger sister was born, you embraced me and told me ‘you’ll always be my princess.’ Whenever I’m sick, you would always lie down beside me singing that awful theme, but would always put me to sleep. How about the times when you put me to bed, you’re already fast asleep and snoring while I’m still up and playing? You spoiled me too much and gave me everything I want without me asking, gosh I can’t deny that I was a daddy’s girl, I still am and will always be.

                As I grew up I became less clingy, well school works are starting to pile up I became less and less oriented, I usually would leave something at home. The moment I texted you of what I left, you’d always have it in our school in less than 15 minutes. And at times you’d call me and tell me, “Miss na kita anak ko, akapin nga kita.” And we would cuddle for minutes. And when the three of us, when me and my sisters are complete, we would always crowd on yours and mom’s bed, and mom would usually get mad at us because there’s no space left for her. Remember on my high school graduation? You were really smiling wide when I received all my medals and diploma, well dad all of those are for you.

                Back then whenever I walked inside our campus, everything seems insignificant, now every time I pass those gates, I remember the time when you accompanied me for my entrance exam, enrollment, and even when I checked in on the university dorms…. Yeah, you were always with me on my first few steps.

                Dad, you did a lot of things for me that other people would never ever realize would be the impact on me. On the sixth of January 2011, otherwise known as my Birthday, well 12^th to be exact, the doctor diagnosed you with Abdominal and thoracic Aortic aneurysm, and was told that most probably you’ll live or 5 more years. I hadn’t known that back then, you never told us. I was mad? No, well a bit left out but if I had known that I would’ve been too scared to celebrate my birthday, to the point that I’ll never ever want to celebrate my birthday. The moment I left the hospital and arrived at our house, less than a street away, you went into arrest. I can’t believe that even on your last moments you made sure that I wouldn’t see you suffering while gasping for your last breath. People would say you did that because I’m a cry baby, but I know, I know why you did that. You did that to spare me from seeing you in pain.

                You’ll never see me get receive my college diploma, won’t witness me pass the board exams, won’t see me accomplish all the plans that we made for the both of us, won’t see me build my own family, won’t get to walk me in the aisle when I get married nor be there to meet your grandkids from me, but daddy even when you’re not there physically, I know you’re always with me… I know you’re watching me from someplace else, and you’re happy and proud seeing me become the woman that you had visualized me to become. You’ll never get the chance to meet my kids but I’ll make sure that they know of you and how you had treated us and loved us from the bottom of your heart.

                Thank you daddy… I miss you… I love you always and forever. Knowing how my life would turn out, even for how many times that I’d be asked… I’ll always choose to become your daughter.

AVY

9/21/15

The Phantom

Something is present with apparent sense with no apparent existence, with a sole purpose but is elusive and unknown, it behold a continuous dread or abhorrence, a representation of a ghastly image but regarded as useless. A mask made out of the fallacies and ideas of men, their united fear of the unknown. It hides everything it gnaws away hope and the rest kept away from any existing ghost of the living.

           They say men’s greatest weakness is their identity. A concrete abstract that explains everything with one shot. But ones identity makes a man human, but to some people, they regard their identity as a waste of space, instead they continue to hide it under the benevolence of the majestic alluring shadows of symbolism, a wonderful fruit of the effects of the phantom. The identities that have been kept, shall remain hidden in the eyes of others and false image will remain present to others but a ghost of the possessor.
            In life people kept things to them with the use of the four corners of their life, the four tamed and rehearsed characteristics of beings. Four beautiful things sat in occurrence as the Phantom of Life, the representation of being alive? I guess not, but instead they are the representation of a dying inner self along with the dying world of blissfulness, innocence, and pureness, away from lies and hidden personalities, like a plant slowly being withered away by the wind, the sun, water and time. The first lady is the phantom of Burden, a mask to cover up heavy weight of reality upon ones shoulder a lifelong load one heavier than anything that one needs to carry to get out of the reality, to have one thing to run to in order to have something to keep in mind in order to fight and move forward; the second lady is the Phantom of Grace, a shadow covering the darker sides of reality by putting up a shadow of continuous fluttering images of a butterfly transferring from flower to flower, to cover up the limping image of a battered body full of bruises, grazes, wounds and injuries, number three; they say men are less emotional than woman but a man is the perfect image, the Phantom of Emotions, it may appear senseless but the best way to cover up emotions is to use emotions opposite to its real meaning. Emotions are the soul weapons either to save, to reject or to destroy or to let others fall. But each of the abstract ideas is used to cover up one thing; it’s used to cover up existence, the existence of the true identity. The last Corner is the Phantom of Existence, the mere fact that everyone wants to hide with a smile that doesn’t have any meaning but a painful distraught of the truth. The real meaning of The Phantom: The Fallacies of life.

In order to survive, we cling to all we know and understand. And label it reality. But knowledge and understanding are ambiguous. That reality could be an illusion. All humans live with the wrong assumptions. Isn't that another way of looking at it? how much can you really see? The great mistake of human kind believing that they can proceed with life without the help of others, they often believe that they carry the world on their shoulders, that there is no one there to help, they always appear to be happy skipping around, dancing, laughing the real beauties of the present that sometimes they manage to deceive the human eye and process the thing that can be only seen and not by what is felt.

Emotions is men's greatest weakness… they think so highly of their abilities, they think they can fight of their feelings by obtaining and portraying another, they think they can fool anyone and their pride becomes their downfall. Yes, maybe emotion is a weakness, but hidden strength lies behind this particular weakness. Example is when people are protecting something truly special to them, they truly can become...as strong as they can be, wherein no one can beat them. But why is that that man pursues to escape is it of natural choice or of demands but the answer is one thing, to escape pain. Well, maybe the truth is often times people hide not because they are already suffering but instead they are afraid to experience it, afraid of commitment, of sacrifices, and of pain.

I myself is afraid to experience pain, I am afraid of the searing hot metal that any minute can be imbedded upon my flesh but that’s how life is supposed to be, sacrifices requires one to feel hurt, when people get hurt, they learn to hate, when people hurt others because of hate, they learn about guilt, but knowing that pain allows people to be kind, pain allows people to grow. All our lives is allotted for sacrifice, for our loved ones, friends, homes, and families. Sacrifice. It is better by far to sacrifice for others, for something that means everything, than to stubbornly hang on to shreds of pride of hiding. But well, I realize something important, another reason why people mask their emotions through the ghosts of life, to stop themselves from a sudden urge of bloodlust, of revenge and of darkness. You have someone in your life whom you honor and revere so much that every hurt on them is inflicted on you as well. And the closer they are to you, the greater the pain. The moment everything that you know and love is taken from you so harshly all you can think about is anger, hatred, and even revenge... and no one can save you, because loneliness is this world form of greatest pain, the abhorrence brought by the world upon us. But every hero has a flaw, a fear and when the hero has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to good teachings; when one has these feelings and appreciates them, one is free of fear.

Humans look up to emotions as a void sphere of weakness, of fear, but also on the other hand people doesn’t want to feel emotions is because of rejection some may say ‘Sometimes its better to lock up your feelings deep inside and become cool. Rather than being a puppet of your own emotions and appear as emotional fool...’ but whose the greater fool when in the end you’ll just cry and be sorry for not telling them how you really feel. We’ll I shouldn’t have written the cry part because often times people believe that crying is a live show exposing to the world your weakness but its not because crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is a real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion, its because everything had just started to pile up

There is nothing wrong with showing the emotions we kept, because its not a weakness nor a hindrance its our strength; However even how stupid a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secretion alters his features, animates his gestures, and colors his voice. The stupidest man will often, under the stress of passion, achieve heights of eloquence, in thought if not in language, and seem to move in some luminous sphere. Because man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.

How the heck did I ever end up explaining all sorts of fear, but certainly the masking of emotions leads to the use of all the phantoms of life in masking our identities? We have our own choices to follow and that’s how everything is supposed to be. Our choice is either to dwell on our fears or to live our life alive and free. Better choose one and make sure to make  a life out of it, my point is just so you know, that living under the phantom is nothing but complete idiocy, well, man is born perfect its just that they managed ho to make a fool and an idiot out of themselves.

Don't assume that things are always as they are. Who are you, a relatively sheltered and loved person, to judge his choices? You have never led the life that he led. Never felt the desperation he felt, the need to be accepted. With that kind of condition, he probably gave up on being loved, and resigned to being accepted. The world can give him that acceptance, work to do, a place to belong. It didn't matter if he wasn't viewed as a human being – he probably had never been seen as one. He had a place to belong. Don't judge him. You cannot understand. Because we might know their names but we don’t know the phantom of their being, the mask they wear.

Doubts

A lot of times, many found themselves stuck in the middle of nowhere, and then ask ‘Am I really the person who I say I am?’, ‘Who am I really? What are my ambitions, dreams, and aspirations?’ Why is it that when we hear people doubting us we also doubt ourselves? And when we started doubting ourselves we loosen our tight grip on reality and succumb to the darkest eternity.

Nobody said that everything will be easy, no one knows what’s ahead. The road to cross and what’s at the end, and I swear, no one gets through all of this unscathed. Along the road to get accepted, we’ll meet people who we thought will become one of our supports, but during one of the darkest hours, they’ll all be gone, and all we can do is to just look up and gaze upon the stars asking to become someone else, or sometimes wish to become invisible and just fade in the background. Especially when we learned that since the very beginning they built you up just to tear you down. And all there’s left to do is cry.

Some people don't understand this. They don't understand the desperation, the need to be accepted, the desperate need to fit in. They don't understand the feeling of solitude and rejection, the agonizing feeling of being alone. They will never understand the feeling of crumbling and falling apart alone, with no one to come and help you pick yourself up. Because if they did, then they should’ve known…. They should’ve known how you cry yourself to sleep every night, how you get through the night without making deep cuts.

But all those things are just challenges to become stronger, to become tougher,  to become ready to face the real world, because strength is not measured by how built you are, but by how well you fought off your greatest enemy, the doubts within yourself. If people say you cannot become…, then by all means become who you want to become and those voices will be silenced. You don’t need to pay attention to those voices that create pain, or make you feel worthless. What they say is just their opinion. Even the experts commits mistake, so it’s up to you to choose whether to believe it or not. What you think is what counts.

Never doubt yourself or you may never do anything of significance. Face front and head towards what you wish to become, have a straight faith and never falter, just do what you have to do, and you will see what you’re real abilities are. Don’t drown in negativism, self-hate, and doubt, break free, fight, swim to stay afloat, and then soar through the heavens. Remember it doesn’t mean that because some hates you, everyone does, it doesn’t mean that when your ‘so-called friends’ is ganging up on you, you need to go with the flow.

                Go against the current, fight against the waves, go into the light and claim yourself, don’t get shackled on the words of those who are stuck in the poisonous mental prison of jealousy and self-doubt. Be who you are and do what you want, it doesn’t matter if people label you a hypocrite because you don’t fit in, in their definition of right. But things happen, and nothing is for sure, you just have to keep going, believing that one day, you’ll set out on a journey where you are already on top.