Saturday, October 29, 2011

I may be young, but I'm ready......


 Beyonce's PARTY MUSIC VIDEO inspired make-up























This was a very simple look to do and as I mentioned in my intro, it's very wearable.  If your new to colour, I suggest you try this.. it makes a statement without being too bold!









































♥,
[MMS]

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Duped: Physician's Formula Mood Boosting Blush


Hey Glories!

I recently did a review on Physician's Formula Happy Glow and Mood Booting Blush...... that's a mouthful.  If you haven't seen it:



Same night, I noticed I had a bronzer (Thanks Melrose!) that was a pretty good dupe for it:



The colour on my camera kept automatically adjusting and.. pissing me off, so here are some pics:

                                   
 [Left] Physician's Formula // [Right] Beauty Treats

Even anything, the Beauty Treats Bronzer is more versatile.  You can use it as blush and bronzer depending on where you swirl your brush!

♥,
[MMS]

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Cry or Rejoice?

"To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."
-- William Blake


Me and religion have been long time rivals.  Growing up in a Christian/Hindu home, you'd think I'd be engulfed by so much religion that I couldn't help but.. be religious.  I believed in God (still do), but I knew none of the specifics pertaining to either religion I grew up with.  The freedom of choice my parents allowed me just served to justify my decision to "choose later."  So, instead, I grew up avoiding it and putting off the day when I would finally make a choice.  Now, there's more to this story than I'm willing to tell at this moment, but lets just say I've passed through a number of doctrines from Wiccan beliefs to Islamic (two complete ends of the spectrum, I know).  Presently, I consider myself more spiritual than religious.  And while I still choose to follow no particular doctrine, I have respect for all.

Friends and family the like have always been trying to get me to go to church.  Once I did finally agree and when my friend came to my house to get me, there I was undressed and unwilling.  I really don't know why I was so scared to go to church.  I guess I didn't know what to expect and I didn't want to stick out like a sore heathen thumb.  Christmas of '09 I made a trip to Trinidad and it was my Presbyterian boyfriend's tradition to go to church on Christmas morning.  Having him by my side gave me the courage to finally step inside a Church only to realize it wasn't so bad after all!  Angels didn't come down from heaven to reproach me about my presence there, the reverend didn't give me the evil eye, and the patrons did nothing to make out my scene.  The singing was enjoyable and even more so because it's the only time I get to hear Dale sing loud and proud.  The presiding Reverend that morning was Reverend Cyril Paul.  It was love at first sermon.  His resounding voice and powerful message impacted me like no other reverend that I've listened to proceeding him.  Still, I wasn't an avid Church goer.  Early mornings torment me and my return trip to New York insured that I wouldn't be in a church until my next trip to the island.

Summer of '10, I made the "big move" to Trinidad and started attending UWI the same year.  I kept telling Dale how much I enjoyed Reverend Paul's sermon and that we had attend his Christmas service again.  As fate would have it, I bounce up the reverend in the car park of the School of Education one day while on break.  I jumped out of my seat and ran after him "Excuse me.. excuse me!"  Eventually catching up, I foolishly said "Are you...your...what's your name?"  For the life of me, I couldn't remember if he was suppose to be addressed as a reverend or a pastor and I didn't want to assume one or the other.  He told me his name was Cyril Paul and then I went on to explain how I was enraptured with his Christmas service last year and wanted to attend his Christmas service this year.  He invited me to walk back to the office of one of his colleagues where he took my number to call me when he found which Church he would be in for Christmas.  During our short walk, he asked which church I went to and questions I could barely answer, because naturally in true Marsha fashion forgot which church I first heard him in (there are two Presbyterian churches in my area and I have no sense of direction, need I say more?) and as I've mentioned before I'm not well-versed in the Presbyterian faith.  I told him about my boyfriend's Christmas tradition, stumbling on the word 'boyfriend' fearing I'd be judged for having a 'boyfriend' and not a 'fiance' or 'husband'.  Quite silly, but I was in the presence of a Man of God, I couldn't help it!

Christmas of that year, we attended his sermon in Curepe Presbyterian Church.  A good way from my home, but well worth it.  And again this year, it was already understood that we'd seek him out Christmas morning.  Reverend Paul got cancer and passed away this morning.  Dale and I wanted to visit, but kept postponing it.  Partially, because something was always coming up and partially because I was unsure if I wanted to see him like that.  Part of me wanted to remember him the way he was for our awkward little meeting in the parking lot.  And you see, I don't do well at funerals either.  I ignorantly prefer not to get "closure."  I think funerals shouldn't exist and for my own, I'd like it to be a celebration.  I don't need closure.  I prefer to go on feeling as though the person is still around, but we just haven't had time or opportunity to reconnect.  Funeral's take away any such hope of that feeling and finalize things in a manner in which I'd rather not subject myself to.  I attend out of respect, not by choice.

Reverend Cyril Paul spoke to my soul.  I wanted the man who baptized my boyfriend to preside over our wedding and today I mourn the loss this spiritual icon.  Do I cry because you're gone or rejoice because you're in a better place?

I'm not sure if I all together regret not visiting.  Though it would have been nice to show Reverend Paul that the girl from the car park hasn't forgotten him, whether it was subconscious or conscious (or a mix of the two), my own selfish motives took precedence.  My only comfort now is believing that somehow, someway through forces unbeknownst to me, he knows just how much he meant to me.

♥,
[MMS]

Friday, October 7, 2011

Mission: Eat Right, Get Tight Entry #6

Yall, ah shame! I started using Sensa beginning of October.  My dad brought it down for me (think he's tryna hint something?) and it was featured in my New York haul video.  I wasn't too keen on using it.  In fact, I gave the whole set to my cousin and I dunno if she got scared cause I said I didn't want it, but she never used it either.  So, like the Indian Giver that I am, I took it back and still.. couldn't bring myself to using it.  I find the people in the DVD had a rel screw pan and the whole business about screwing with my 'senses' freaked me out.  Dale played guinea pig and started using it and everytime he weight himself, he boasting that he loosing.  Finally I gave in and started using it too.  It does not alter the taste of the food, which is a plus and so far I have lost a pound, so.. I guess we'll see.

I plan on joining UWI gym soon and running around campus in the night, since around the Savannah isn't save anymore.  So, hopefully the lbs will continue to shed.  I started at damn near 160lbs, but I just can't seem to cross 150lbs.  I keep fluctuating.  But, it's not to say I've been putting in any hard hours excercising, so I only have myself to blame.  I just wanna make it to 145lbs, and I feel maybe that will give me the extra push to do more, rather than just being sour about being at a standstill.

But, seriously I'm just ina rut these days.  I stopped yoga and mediation and spiritually I feel heavy.  Hopefully, I can remotivate myself and get active.  Lemme tell you, my days have been so preoccupied with school and picking up the pieces from this theft business, I haven't even watched the season finale of True Blood NOR the season premiere of Dexter.  Sad, I know.

Cheers to the freakin weekend peeps.  I'm spending mine with Gulliver's Travels, Henry V, Macbeth, and my Linguistics textbook.  Hope yours is more eventful than mine =)

♥,
[MMS]