When Girls Get All Dolled Up

The Girlie Pre-Event Secret

Aaaaah, Russia… (Source: Internet)

Tomorrow, yes, on Thursday tomorrow, I’m invited to attend the Celebration of the Armed Forces Day of the Russian Federation at Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre. Having worked with the Embassy of the Russian Federation in Malaysia on numerous collaborations make me a familiar face among the Russian diplomats working in Malaysia. 

So, the Defence Attaché, Captain (Navy) Sergey Valeriyevich Zhevnovatiyy and his wife, Madam Natalya Zhevnovataya are among the nicest people from the Embassy and it’s a great honour to attend the Russian Armed Forces Day celebration. Actually, he forgot to send me the invitation last year. And honestly, I blame my former Russian flame, Iskandar for not sending me the invitation. But it was fine, we crashed the party anyway, my friend, Shanina Stepanenko and I while attending an event organized by the Ministry of Tourism. 

The night Nina and I crashed the party next door last year 

Usually before any special events as such, I’d have to crack my head just to decide on what to wear. Last year, during the Russian National Day celebration, I wore a custom-made white dress which was inspired by ahem, a bridal gown actually. Haha, yes, this is what we Malaysians call ‘berangan‘ (daydreaming). It took me a few weeks just to get the idea to come up with the design and a few more weeks to get my tailor, Kak Ina to make it. On top of that, I also sow some glittery beads on the sleeve and beaded lace on the hem. And voilà, it was done. 

I was a bride that night. Even the former Russian Ambassador, HE Lyudmila Giorgievna Vorobyeva said that I was ready to have a wedding. Forgive me, Your Excellency, my groom was standing somewhere in the hall drinking vodka with his friends while secretly eyeing me from a distance, so said my spies. Okay, this is a story in another confession!

I love my dress last year! 

My Russian friend, Polina Matveycheva and I sort of agreed to wear something red this year. Yes, we’ve planned it, but in between, we’d Whatsapp each other and say, “I don’t know what to wear“. Finally, I’ve bought a dress from an online boutique and will keep my fingers crossed that nobody will wear the same dress! The dangers of buying online stuff, haha. And Polina also sent photos of lovely dresses and probably, she had a shaky moment, red or not red, haha! Of course, she’s sticking to red, we’ve promised, haha!

The thing with us girls is, no matter how many dresses we have; when it comes to a special event, suddenly we couldn’t find the perfect dress and end up buying a new one. In my case, when I buy something new, most of the time, I end up buying Plan B and Plan C. The same goes with when getting something tailor-made. I usually have Plan B and Plan C. So, ladies and gentlemen, the vicious cycle continues. So, let’s test your Maths! If I buy or make a dress for a special event, and plus the Plan B and Plan C, just imagine how many dresses do I really have in the closet (and outside the closet?). Haha! And yet, I still don’t have a dress!

Looks familiar, girls? (Source: Internet)

And then, there’s the make-up and hair. Although, I generally can dab colours onto my face and try to look as decent as possible, I do however prefer it to be done by a professional. When I do my own make-up, I end up looking like my usual self, thanks to my Parkinson hands. I never get the shading right, nor the right spot to apply blusher. And eyeshadow, urghhh! When so many people have taught me how to apply eyeshadow, I still don’t get the smokey eye look correct. I have no idea what’s the V that they told me to create with deeper tone of colours. When people say blend, do I blend better with brush or my own fingers? Blahhhhh! When I get a special touch by others, aaahhh, that’s when magic happens. As the saying goes, leave it to the professional.

Parkinson hands, stop making me look like Mimi! (Source: Internet)

Same goes with hair. I swear, I can never get the hair right. I have hair dyer and curling thong and by right, I should be able to make my own hair. Unfortunately, I can’t achieve that wavy, poofy hair look that I so long desire. It’s what my girls and I call ‘kepuk-kepuk asmara‘. Again, I go to the professional. Usually I go to Michael Ong, my stylist to get my hair done. He does a wonderful job with creating the perfect crown for this so-called princess. And by the way, he’s the only great AND straight hair stylist I know.  Besides, I just enjoy having a moment of pampering with me sitting back and let Michael turn my fine but limp baby hair into Farah Fawcett’s oh-s-famous waves

Who does NOT love this hair? (Source: Internet)

This is more me (Source: Internet)

These are the things that we girls would love our adoring fans to see. And then, there are the small little bits and bobs that we want to hide. Yes, yes, not all of us are born with the perfect Barbie doll figure. Some of us including yours truly have figures like Kim Kardashian‘s plastic surgery gone wrong. In my case, my boobs are too small and my ahem, derrière is too big. To top it up, my tummy is what you may cite as the inspiration for Big Mac, haha! So, how do we achieve that post Nip/Tuck look? 

Well, there’s this invention of torture for women we call body shaping undergarments, haha! Ooops! I’m not going to share too much with you. Let me enjoy my night with the Russian hotties first and I’ll tell you in the next confession.

So this is how I really look like underneath, haha! (Source: Internet)

See you in the confession from the Armed Forces Day!

All my love, XOXO,
Miss Paris

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