First Time :: Wearing Makeup!!

Oh god, I'm supposed to be studying right now. (""_  _)

Alright! I'll go study! ...later. >_>

Anyways!!

Last month, I went to my cousin's wedding. Lots of family members came.

Me, being my cold self, just sat at the corner and stared off into space. Occasionally, I would hang out with little kids and play with them, but sometimes the adults and other teens interrupt me. 


I have nothing against the adults. It's just that I'm not comfortable with being in large groups of people now that I've grown a bit. I'm not the person I was as a child. But they haven't taken that seriously yet. So I am left smiling awkwardly and their comments about this and that. 


They soon got tired of me and went off helping out with getting things ready for the wedding.


I let my guard down just a little, and laughed genuinely for a second or two as I was having fun with the little tots.

But then... my cousins came. Two of them, to be exact.

One was my bully, and the other was this really popular girl. I used to be close to both of them.

They were regular teenagers. Phone in hand, texting and listening to music with those earphones of theirs. They got it easy; both were born with brains, beautiful bodies and facial features of those on magazine covers. 


Meanwhile, I, the weird ugly duckling was on a very different level. 

But that's not the point.


I was helping out my mom at that time (Actually, no. I was just playing with the kids. Normal people call it "babysitting"). They came in and started to take pictures of them at the specially built area-thingy-where-they-take-pictures-of-the-bride-and-groom. I ignored them and went on being the minor character.


But then the worst happened. 


They wanted took take a picture.


With me.

*dies*

I couldn't speak a word of protest before they dragged me and started to pose for the camera. I posed too. But I made it look especially awkward. Because I'm like that.


They got bored and left me be. 


Then my uncle, the father of one of the cousins I mentioned, walked into the room.


He said, "Why don't you take a picture with her too, girls?"


And then they replied, "We tried. But she looked awkward~"


And then he said, "Ahaha, our [Name] is shy, huh?"


Then he left.


They wanted to try the photo shoot once again and so, I was dragged into this once more.


Thanks to my little sis, I was rescued. She goofed of with me when they took the picture, so I was actually smiling and laughing and not awkward-looking like I usually look like.


I thought that was the end of my hanging out with the cousins. 


But I was wrong.


The next morning, the day of the wedding, I had to work with them. We had to hand out party pack to the guests. For the sake of the newly-wed couple, I agreed without much complaining.


I thought everything was going smoothly, all normal and all. 


But then, the two of them had this really cheeky smile on their faces and kept on reminding me to follow them afterwards.


I didn't think much of it and after a few moments, I was led by the hand towards the room where they slept in the night before. 


The pushed me down, so I was sitting on the bed. I had a bad premonition about the whole thing, but I kept my cool.


Then... they unleashed their weapon.


In her hand, she held a black tube. It didn't take a genius to figure up what they were up to. 

A makeover. They were going to put makeup on my face.

Part of me wanted to run off to Mexico, because I knew makeup wasn't my thing. But part of me wanted to stay. I wanted to see why is it that most women love this thing they call cosmetics.


I put up a fight at first, insisting that I was far too young for this sort of thing. But my objection was denied by my the other party, with the excuse of one of them being the same age as me and yet they still wear these things. It was useless to fight with them. Plus, I hadn't had breakfast, so I wasn't going to waste my energy doing useless things.


I flinched a bit as the liquid mascara came in contact with my skin. 


She made a mistake and spilled a drop onto my clothes. I was mad, but it wasn't going to cause me to flip, so I kept quiet. 


When she was done, she kept saying, "See, I told you it'd look nice!"


I couldn't disagree with her, but I wasn't going to say that I actually liked this thing.


I waited for some sort of continuation of the makeover, but noooo. That was it.


Let me rant for a bit here.


See, makeovers are supposed to change most of the person. If you're going to do it, at least complete it. Don't do it so half-assedly! If you're only going to apply eye-liner, that doesn't count as a makeover, so do not do it. I am disappointed. After I gave up my pride to go along with this, you go and do a half-assed makeover for me? Yeah, thanks a lot.


Oh, but does look nice. Thanks. =w=


After this experience, I realized something. 


Beautiful people look beautiful in makeup.
Pretty people look amazing in makeup.
I look meh with makeup.


Though, I still haven't figured out why (some) women love makeup. I mean, yes, it does give you a confidence booster - just a bit. But that's the only thing I got. 


To me, I looked the same. It's just only a little bit different because I got black stuff on my eyelids. I love to think that it's the inside that matters, but that's probably because my outside isn't really all that great. 


Makeup will forever be a mystery for me. Period.

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