tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22192052926111612692024-03-13T08:22:45.258-07:00The Distorted Spectacled GirlThe Distorted Spectacled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00055160338902306550noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219205292611161269.post-59742206858459798852011-05-22T12:54:00.001-07:002011-06-12T14:11:01.100-07:00The Holy Exams<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; line-height: 115%;">Yes if this blog was a garden it would be all dead plants, brown and dull because yes I know I abandoned it. So you how I told you I had just finished a job in filing, well things are going well because I know started working in a bank. For the time being that is. Because well in my life nothing seems to be permanent and when I say nothing I mean nothing. Unfortunately I’m actually enjoying this job especially because of an awesome colleague who I’m getting along splendidly with; in fact she’s kind of substituting for not seeing my friends at all right now. Oh yeah, by the way I have my exams this week (God have mercy on our souls AGAIN) So anyone reading this I’d appreciate your prayers, these are not just any other exams I’ve done these same type of exams for the past 3 years and failed by a hair every frickin time! I need this. Really. So after my exams are over I’m hoping to enjoy my summer as much as I can UNTIL I receive my results that is. Anyway, I have no inspiration to piss and moan more right now, so </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; line-height: 115%;">Peace out, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; line-height: 115%;">A xxxx</span></div>The Distorted Spectacled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00055160338902306550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219205292611161269.post-51033320030459575742011-03-20T12:54:00.000-07:002011-03-22T03:30:57.350-07:0020.03.2011<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So I haven’t posted anything here in a while, I was working full time as a filing ‘slave’ in an Alaskan like garage for the first two months of the year and then I had a good, and at the same time tumultuous weekend in Gozo for Carnival before I had to go in for my Sinus operation on the 10th March. Since that date I've been spending my days in bed watching movies as per usual because after the operation I had to go in again as my face swelled up like a balloon due to blood clots still left in my nose passage ways. As you can imagine it was less than a good feeling knowing that an operation that I should have recuperated from in 2 days took more than a week of taking antibiotics three times a day, and me breathing from my mouth up till now I guess. But thanks to medicine, God and prayers I’m feeling much better. It’s amazing how people you thought were totally out of your life find a way to crawl back and remind you that they’re still there for you even by just a text message or a comment on Facebook. And most importantly my most precious gems my parents were literally by my side through all the pain, which made me realise how much worse pain must feel to anyone who’s alone in this world, making me appreciate how anyone who has one or both their parents constantly present in their life and everything they do. Anyways, hoping for a much speedier recovery now so I can go on with my life that is – go out in the weekend for me *wink wink*. <br />
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Peace out,<br />
A xxx</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_S7wEj6rlXEWnAFqz4x2WfkoJGN-nHilu2JeqV-5aqcfNLxG_Snj9nhVodZYmsKvNSIEHGE6Io-KspSXuSJZe1TfCsAg8eYaPR9sjkhQnT2zfTyxZ2Td5MXwXfg8ACsd_SPhzuR3lyPBT/s1600/20.3.2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_S7wEj6rlXEWnAFqz4x2WfkoJGN-nHilu2JeqV-5aqcfNLxG_Snj9nhVodZYmsKvNSIEHGE6Io-KspSXuSJZe1TfCsAg8eYaPR9sjkhQnT2zfTyxZ2Td5MXwXfg8ACsd_SPhzuR3lyPBT/s320/20.3.2011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The Distorted Spectacled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00055160338902306550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219205292611161269.post-73543868387747732482011-01-31T14:50:00.000-08:002011-01-31T14:50:11.795-08:00Headaches<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So it’s been quite a while since I’ve had time to write here because I’m working all week from 8 to 5, got to make money to fill my wardrobe even more than it already is! But today was memorable day, not in a good way believe me but in the worst way possible for me because I woke up with one of my traditional throbbing migraines. It was like I was massively hung-over yet without the joys of alcohol. I in fact had to leave work early as I couldn’t even see properly and the light was like daggers to my head. I swear it’s the moment when I realise one of my migraines is coming that I seriously want to kill myself! Honestly the only silver lining about these migraines is that I stop thinking about everything which well if I think about is the reason I get these headaches in the first place. Thinking too much, over-thinking about everything. It makes me think that one line from Lady Antebellum’s song “Need You Now” actually makes a lot of sense, “Yes I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all”. I mean love may hurt. Well not MAY hurt but it does hurt one way or another. Believe though I’m really trying not to give up on the concept of me being in love and when I feel like I’m going to I remember this sort of anecdote I received from a friend when I was about 15 years old. </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span class="leaves1"><b><span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif";"><span style="color: green; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Girls are like</span></span></b></span><b><span style="color: green; font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif";"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span class="leaves1">apples on trees. The best</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">ones are at the top of the tree.</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">The boys don't want to reach for</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">the good ones because they are afraid</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">just get the rotten apples from the ground</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">at the top think something is wrong with</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">them, when in reality, they're amazing.</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">They just have to wait for the right</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">boy to come along, the one</span><br />
<span class="leaves1">who's brave enough</span></span></span></b><span class="trunk1"><b><span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif";"><span style="color: chocolate; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">to climb</span></span></b></span><b><span style="color: chocolate; font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif";"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span class="trunk1">all the way</span><br />
<span class="trunk1">to the top</span><br />
<span class="trunk1">of the tree.</span></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRX9JcwlJWyTlIPVzJyvUC5V34ist0kqfQs4F9-dUu2ZB9XXzca82l4NZUt0CyNaqzEKxGpwTX8iFQ5ifkMYc0iTOYkobynceBc6hz4DDybk0HOfMXoTevgZQlmaMwCv6WZHhx6aIhHEl/s1600/Apple_Tree_by_Aeon_Phoenix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRX9JcwlJWyTlIPVzJyvUC5V34ist0kqfQs4F9-dUu2ZB9XXzca82l4NZUt0CyNaqzEKxGpwTX8iFQ5ifkMYc0iTOYkobynceBc6hz4DDybk0HOfMXoTevgZQlmaMwCv6WZHhx6aIhHEl/s320/Apple_Tree_by_Aeon_Phoenix.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>The Distorted Spectacled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00055160338902306550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219205292611161269.post-57242326982728229272011-01-09T11:38:00.000-08:002011-01-09T11:38:33.144-08:00Everything's So Blurry....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/xJJsoquu70o?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>The Distorted Spectacled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00055160338902306550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219205292611161269.post-22254096137615232822011-01-07T14:33:00.000-08:002011-01-07T14:33:00.737-08:00Time to Say Goodbye.....For Now<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">7<sup>th</sup> January 2011. We’ve been hearing about this date since the beginning of last year and it seemed so far away at the time. But it’s here and practically gone. This afternoon 2 of my dearest friends and another good friend were on a plane to Holland as part of the Erasmus University project. They’re spending 3 months studying and practicing in one of the country’s hospitals as radiographers. Although this is going to be surely a great, fulfilling experience for them helping them in their future careers, all they were thinking about these past days was how much they were going to miss their friends, family, boyfriends, their room and of course our little, Mediterranean island, Malta. I honestly admire them for doing this; I’ve never even been out of the country, not even for a holiday, so for me to be away from my home would definitely break me down. Maruska, is my oldest friend of the three that left now, I’ve known her since we were about 14 but we grew closer when we were 16 and went to Junior College, since then we grew to consider each other the best of friends, we’ve been through a lot of experiences over these 4 years mostly, we’ve cried together, we’ve laughed even more together, we’ve fought over practically nothing and laughed at ourselves afterwards. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In other words not seeing her for 3 months is going to be quite tough like not seeing a sister. Roberta, is a friend I made through Maruska and most probably the person with whom it took the least amount of time for me to become friends with. You know sometimes you meet someone you don’t know and start talking to them and never stop. That’s how I immediately became her friend, could be because we’ve got a lot of things in common but also a lot of things we disagree on that make it such a balanced friendship. All I know is not meeting her every weekend and her not coming over every now and then to sleepover is going to be quite a bummer. And the worst thing about it is it was these past 3 months that I really started to realise how much I was going to miss her too. The other girl that is now in Holland, Martina, I got to know her during Physics private lessons while in Junior College and we immediately got along very well maybe because we have quite a common sense of humour and we’re also two quite loud girls so I enjoy causing chaos with her. To conclude probably my longest blog yet goodbyes are not easy on anyone but if it wasn’t for farewells we wouldn’t now the joy of welcoming someone back and also sometimes it takes being away from someone to realise just how much they mean to you. And on a positive note, this is not forever it’s just goodbye…. for now.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJYv3nhB5ywfwQXr5buc7GSgbOeATu8Th6WtuGFmSWOAZgmfgUtU4Cp2Em44Kd7k14D7KiHRDXcuDJ9bLy_p9muSu7Xl0KL7Pbu-oTKJftbNoWsCkU7NfzYQWiUWKYKgwxL3Bxo0VU-N9/s1600/me+%2526+susk.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJYv3nhB5ywfwQXr5buc7GSgbOeATu8Th6WtuGFmSWOAZgmfgUtU4Cp2Em44Kd7k14D7KiHRDXcuDJ9bLy_p9muSu7Xl0KL7Pbu-oTKJftbNoWsCkU7NfzYQWiUWKYKgwxL3Bxo0VU-N9/s320/me+%2526+susk.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Maruska & Me The 1st of many photos we have together</span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeg7mJArOIidkrEZk9dGu3oZ5EFlxSfha2wGoSWWNmrbNJuBpg1CwfybshAote2c3zfH5yP6GN1sScR7DZQPyN-fpREI0agybXnm1_WqzQRi8DkieoqUbvL83JURtwyv8toUI15lU3FIC/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeg7mJArOIidkrEZk9dGu3oZ5EFlxSfha2wGoSWWNmrbNJuBpg1CwfybshAote2c3zfH5yP6GN1sScR7DZQPyN-fpREI0agybXnm1_WqzQRi8DkieoqUbvL83JURtwyv8toUI15lU3FIC/s320/13.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Roberta & Me recently on a sunny day at Imdina</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></div>The Distorted Spectacled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00055160338902306550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219205292611161269.post-19517677115888664322011-01-03T03:20:00.001-08:002011-01-03T03:20:49.802-08:00The Fray<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So I'm the kind of person who wakes up in the morning with the mood for certain type of music or band. This morning's mood was The Fray - one of my all-time favourite bands. When I talk about them it's like I'm the girl talking about her current lover. Their music makes me feel happy. Warms up my heart. Makes me cry. Makes me scream. Sometimes helps me realise things I never thought I even felt. Maybe you think it's too much but consider the artist/s you love and really think about how their music is like a friend who has been there for you through a lot of different moments and stages in your life. Like Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche once said "Without music life would be a mistake." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I also came across this fun questionnaire you can do for kicks by answering the questions only with titles of a certain band's songs. Here it is - </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Chosen band: The Fray</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">1. Are you male or female: She is</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">2. Describe yourself: Over my head</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">3. How do some people feel about you: Dead Wrong</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">4. How do you feel about yourself: Unsaid</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">5. Describe your family: Together</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">6. Where would you rather be: Vienna</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">7. Describe what you want to be: Dixie</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">8. Describe how you live: Uncertainty</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">9. Describe how you love: Never Say Never</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">10. Describe what you hate: We Build Then We Break</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I leave you with one of my favourite Fray songs although not the post popular one "Look After You", the words just speak to me as I hope they speak they'll speak to you if you really listen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">A xxx</span>The Distorted Spectacled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00055160338902306550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219205292611161269.post-57097067619515701212011-01-02T14:15:00.000-08:002011-01-02T14:15:39.026-08:00Changes.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So I guess everyone knows yesterday was New Year’s Day and everyone was busy recovering from their hangovers due to the binging of the night before. But I, being under the curse of New Year’s Eve was in bed blowing my nose trying to recuperate from the massive headache I had. Unfortunately not because I drank too much but because I got sick exactly on the morn of 31<sup>st</sup> December. To tell you truth I wasn’t surprised as something always goes wrong for me on NYE, something that manages to stop me from enjoying my night. Before going out I only felt exhausted until we headed to this club and I seriously felt like someone was smacking me in the head with a baseball bat with every beat, and every flash of UV light flashing on and off. Watching everyone pouring booze in their glasses and having a good time I was asking myself why I am always the only one who has to be such a downer on the Eve of the start of a new year! I’m starting to think that it’s an omen from God telling me to not plan to have fun and let my hair down during the year until he shows me what he has in store for me. </span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Now on the something that everyone hears about these days – resolutions. Since I change my mind from night to day I decided that it’s useless to make a resolution for the whole year. I’m just too flaky and confused. So instead I decided to keep in mind a quote I came across these past days which is in my opinion a very good philosophy for a peaceful life: God grant me the serenity to accept the people I cannot change, the courage to change the one I can, and the wisdom to know it's me. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Wishing everyone a better year than the past one,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">A xxx</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzfQgyl_cbXa0cPtQq58ceIvOr_jUnrYwyawFJCoyl7MbjGcsrulzhrsUOGd9sNmt-AChXtnckH9L9oxoNr6trL4ELEmF7P4kUT0SsM-U8XtWGuwCORY5xS99ONkk_Mm5WKJtHUAjZV52/s1600/t_w_e_n_t_y___o_n_e__by_shinylittlebird-d349m79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzfQgyl_cbXa0cPtQq58ceIvOr_jUnrYwyawFJCoyl7MbjGcsrulzhrsUOGd9sNmt-AChXtnckH9L9oxoNr6trL4ELEmF7P4kUT0SsM-U8XtWGuwCORY5xS99ONkk_Mm5WKJtHUAjZV52/s320/t_w_e_n_t_y___o_n_e__by_shinylittlebird-d349m79.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div>The Distorted Spectacled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00055160338902306550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219205292611161269.post-24913306123870511592010-12-29T15:01:00.000-08:002011-01-01T11:43:05.597-08:00Romantic Comedies.<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">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.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Peace out,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">A xxx</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Rest in Peace, Thank you and Happy Birthday Mr. Sinatra</span><br />
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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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">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, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A xxx</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAZSwVobPi0AARGIjZeypeBLW6NdVCCeNS8qrpOM1m1_IQfG0wpNY8111a2Ghz3kSzfM_VhMRzVCotD6OJqZQ8Wwv1th86exfykOHJoDmeHfUAMMblt4AHiYJw9lijT20DsxbiswqzUg9/s1600/0369abe0e61b12372ed03cc8a2b116b5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAZSwVobPi0AARGIjZeypeBLW6NdVCCeNS8qrpOM1m1_IQfG0wpNY8111a2Ghz3kSzfM_VhMRzVCotD6OJqZQ8Wwv1th86exfykOHJoDmeHfUAMMblt4AHiYJw9lijT20DsxbiswqzUg9/s1600/0369abe0e61b12372ed03cc8a2b116b5.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span>The Distorted Spectacled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00055160338902306550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2219205292611161269.post-85927294500271436842010-12-06T11:37:00.000-08:002010-12-06T12:33:31.222-08:00Sea of Vintage<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Marilyn Monroe. Audrey Hepburn. Ava Gardner. Judy Garland. These are among the only women in the world who deserve to be called Fashion</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> 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 "</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The manner of giving is worth more than the gift."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Peace out, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Peace out. </span><br />
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