Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Romantic Comedies.

Okay so since it's still the festive season, I'm savouring my free time, off from studying by catching up on one of my hobbies - watching movies. I don't know if it's just me but I'm kind of noticing that too much romantic comedies have come out this year. And here's the kicker; it's like watching the same frickin movie over and over again. It's always centered around this chiselled, broad-shouldered, hot guy and a skinny, goddess-looking, gorgeous girl. The major thing that ticks me off is that the guy ALWAYS pretty much ignores the girl at first, or the girl finds the guy annoying and cocky. But then with time they lock eyes and fall head over heels in love. Why this ticks me off? Oh yeah right, because it doesn't happen in real life! Most of the time the guy likes the girl or the girl likes the guy, but the other doesn't like them back. And no it doesn't change with time. A guy sees the girl looking gorgeous and dressed up maybe for prom or a night out and he suddenly realises how really beautiful she is? Yes, that in fact also does not happen. He'll be probably looking and drooling over the slutty, trashy looking girl behind her who he never even met. Because who wants the girl who can be your best friend and your girlfriend at the same time when you can get the girl who spreads her legs after one shot of tequila, has the I.Q. of an alga and is stick thin? So to sum up rom-coms shouldn't still be referred to as romantic comedies but science-fiction insted.
Peace out,
A xxx

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Love in the Holidays

Love. There is no one definition to explain such a short yet complex word. It’s definition according to me is having someone that’s happy when you’re happy, down when you’re down and who can make you feel special and significant when the rest of the world is treating you like a big stinking pile of s***. Unfortunately it’s the season that we’re in right now that gets me thinking of lots of people that must be alone right now. Maybe surrounded by tons of “friends” and “family” but certain people still end up feeling all alone in this time of the year maybe even more than at other times. It’s a time when everyone is giving gifts and wishing others well but how many of these tokens of love are honest and from the heart? It’s sad to say that I’ve met a very small number of people in my life who know and can express the true meaning of love. So many of my generation misconstrue sex for love, thinking that doing this act of passion with someone is the pure meaning of love. It so isn’t. If it’s done after you’ve actually fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with someone then yes it’s meaningful. But anyway, my point is love is a beautiful only if it’s a) true and meaningful and, b) reciprocated by the person you’re in love with. Otherwise in the words of Will Truman in “Will & Grace” – "Love is like a horse-drawn carriage ride. It seems romantic at first, but eventually you realise, you're cold and you're staring at an ass that craps right in front of you."
Peace out,
A xxx


Sunday, December 12, 2010

Happy Birthday Sinatra

Happy Birthday to one of the greatest singers of swing music the world has ever seen. Frank Sinatra. Although he left this world in 1998 at the age of 82 his music will definetely live on for years to come!
Rest in Peace, Thank you and Happy Birthday Mr. Sinatra

Saturday, December 11, 2010

A Saturday Night

Ok so it’s Saturday night at last! Why at last you ask? Well after a whole week writing essays on St. Luke and the Holy Spirit, going to work every day and buying the remainder of the presents for the blessed Christmas season all a girl wants to do is meet her girls bitch about everything and everyone  and drink our pretty made up faces off! And I can’t forget to thank the Lord for the invention of makeup itself otherwise a girl like me being with the self-esteem and confidence of a scared little turtle wouldn’t be able to show her face outside when she’s all dressed up. If I don’t put make-up on when I’m all dressed up I honestly could not stand to look at myself in the mirror. Right now I’m popping pills and applying expensive creams to maybe get rid of this god forsaken thing called acne! When I started getting them at about 13 I thought to myself “I guess it’s normal with puberty and developing and all that crap”. But now that I’m 20 it’s like enough with frickin puberty and development. I’m not getting any taller and my brain isn’t really morphing into the one of a genius so why still with the zits?
I mean I know with or without them I’m still not the shiniest penny in the coin jar but like every other girl I wish I could look at myself in the morning and not think “Nice another cherry on the cake that is my plain looking face!” So I guess if it wasn’t alcohol that managed to impair my judgement and shut down my insecurities I would spend my whole Saturday night complaining about how ridiculous I think I look, how much I’m eating and how fat I’m getting and a million other traditionally girl issues I guess. But when we start drinking it’s a whole other story I can forget everything at least for that night which is one of the main reasons I love my Saturday nights. So good night to that insecure boy and girl in every one of us. Shut him or her up with some booze and have a real good time whether you’re alone, with friends or with family and remember  Life is too short to spend hoping that the perfectly arched eyebrow or hottest new lip shade will mask an ugly heart.” – Kevyn Aucoin. Peace out,
A xxx

Monday, December 6, 2010

Sea of Vintage

Marilyn Monroe. Audrey Hepburn. Ava Gardner. Judy Garland. These are among the only women in the world who deserve to be called Fashion Icons in my insignificant opinion. Whenever I see their old movies or old photographs I always think to myself and ask why in God's name was I born in the 90's? I so belonged in those times. With their tight corsets accentuating their small waist, breasts pushed so high up you could use them as a food tray, wonderful, detailed, ornate, huge gowns that leave you speechless! And don't even get me started on the jewellery. I may buy a pair of earrings, bangles or necklaces every week but the few that are closest to my heart are the ones that my grandmother used to wear and which I kind of took to be mine after she passed away. If you're asking what prompted all these thoughts today. Well this morning I went for some christimas shopping with the little money I have right now, and I came across something I've been trying to find for quite a while. A vintage necklace with a pocket watch (you know like the ones Humphrey Bogart used to pull out of the inside of his silk waistcoat). Needless to say I had to have it and thankfully it was also quite a steal. I also bought the last gift that was on my list for the person who convinced me to start blogging (yes you Y) Anyway, I leave you with the words of a popular French dramatist, Pierre Corneille "The manner of giving is worth more than the gift."
Peace out,
A xxx

Very sorry for the mediocre quality of  the photograph! My camera is needless to say the most primitive of the digital camera era but it gives an idea at least!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

First Step.

First Step. First word. First kiss. First Love. First Fight. First time trying to figure out this new concept of blogging as suggested by one of my greatest friends to vent your emotions. Not that I'm feeling too many of them mind you I'm not really the kind of person who likes to talk about soppy, touchy-feely crap but you never know in Charles Darwin's words "It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change." And who am I to doubt what Mr. Darwin says right? Anyway being myself and straying away from the task and topic set at the beginning. Well to anyone who is reading this I'm not feeling anything really important to blog about right now but when I do rest assured that you'll know. Enjoy your lazy sunday even if the day itself isn't lazy, be lazy yourself. Try it. It's very gratyfing.
Peace out.
A xxx