“Well, for one thing, it gives Givenchy a night off”
I just read somewhere that Audrey Hepburn’s outfits from the movie ‘How to Steal a Million’ are going to get auctioned. If you’ve seen it you’re probably wishing you had enough money…if you have enough money, I hate you.
Here are some stills:
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*sigh*
-Sheena
I want to surprise a really close friend of mine for her birthday (This is our last year of college and I want to buy her something she can remember and keep). And I am running out of ideas. Can any of you amazing God’s creatures suggest me an idea, or tell me how you surprised someone you knew?
Thanks!
-Sheena
I read this poem in the morning newspaper today. It was so beautiful, so I wanted to share it…
“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you…”
-Kahlil Gibran
“Paris is always a good idea”
“To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.”
-Victor Hugo
“In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I
never did succeed in making those idiots understand their language.
-Mark Twain
“You can't escape the past in Paris, and yet what's so wonderful about
it is that the past and present intermingle so intangibly that it doesn't
seem to burden.”
-Allen Ginsberg
because he’s just so super good-looking
because I think he has a million dogs
because of his hair
because he was Seth Cohen (have I mentioned his hair)
I was returning back to my abode after an hour of gymming and i found two gullible looking tourist girls. They were also clearly insane because they were trying to get into public transport, ie, a bus*…in New Delhi, India. I, being the epitome of a good concerned citizen asked them to take some other less suicidal form of transport, because the bus transport system is not “safe”. “Not safe in what sense?”, asks one of them.
Umm…I dunno, but when you are travelling in one of the most crime ridden cities in India, do you really need to be asking such a question? Obviously the danger in question is not one of a natural calamity such as an earthquake. I tried to explain to these particularly dim girls (blondes) that even normal Indian girls like myself do not travel by such buses and also pointed out that the bus is at full capacity and there is not one girly in it. This did not seem to them a logical explanation (blondes) and they went ahead anyway.
What is even more annoying about this is that these are the same people who get vaccinated and only drink mineral water and hold on to hand sanitizer like it is some magical elixir. I can understand that you are lost and you are in a completely different country, but when good sound advice is being offered you must take it! The fact that I can eat anything and drink anything from anywhere in this country and still not get sick is proof of my supremacy.
The conclusion of this rant is that if you will ever find yourself in India, you must never travel by bus*.
*bus: ie, the old kind. they look tattered and battered and look like they are going to fall apart in no time. however, there is a new kind introduced recently in shades of red and green and they look beautiful -they may be safer to travel in.
I hate to admit it, but I fallen for all those crude marketing stunts and superficial beauty, even though its inane and repetitive.I sometimes watch it on mute just to see Blair’s wardrobe. I do not know if thats better or worse. Can you really blame me? (see photographs below)
Which is just shameful really. I think the only explanation for this is that I am very very mad. Sometimes its spaghetti and meatballs.
Worst. Vegetarian. Ever.
Apart from murdering pirates…which is a good start, but still. I have no idea. This Obama love is very irrational. I have started reading the newspaper since he was elected. I laughed when he won the Nobel Peace Prize for doing nothing, but I can sympathize with those poor old blokes up there in Sweden. They know he doesn’t deserve it, but they just want to give it to him, just for the heck of it….
I am 19. This is the last of the teen ages. I am also graduating from college in the next five months, which means I should seek employment. I would sincerely love to work but I can’t think of any reason why a company would want to hire me (even in times of a booming economy). I wouldn’t hire me… so I will just say it was George Bush’s fault and people will be sympathetic.
Whats more, is that I can reach to this beautiful monument of never-ending love in approximately two and a half hours. I can only blame my Parentals for not taking me, but I vow that I shall visit Agra right after my exams.
“I think I deserve something beautiful.”
If you are like me and you live under a rock and have lived your life until now without reading this amazing book, I recommend you must. It is beautiful, funny and amazing and I promise you will love everything about it (as long as you are of the female species). This is one book you shouldn’t miss.
Departing from the usual light tone of this blog I would like to mark the first anniversary of one of the most terrifying three days I have witnessed.
A year ago, India’s financial capital, Mumbai was woken up to a nightmare. The city dealt with eight terrorist attacks lasting three days which claimed the lives of 173 people and broke the resolve of this great city. I do not wish to enter into a debate on the people responsible for this attack, but simply remember the hundreds of victims, the countless families and the brave NSG commandos who risked their lives to bring this country to safety.
26/11. Not forgotten. Not Forgiven.
Did you know elephants are the only mammals who can't jump. I don't know why God would rob them of such a joy as jumping. But they can't, this also means giraffes can jump and I would like to see that one day.
Its probably never a good idea to go for a picnic in the heat of August at 12 o'clock. But, what can you say...us girlies, we decided that we absolutely must go for an outing irregardless of an Indian summer and went to Lodhi Gardens.
It was steaming, but we went mad. Played with hula hoops, fed squirrels diet chips, played taboo and dodgeball. It was just the perfect recipe for exhaustion. It was great fun and I highly reccomend a picnic with friends to reward yourself or do something equally silly. It will ensure happiness.
In todays edition of People I am Jealous of....
This is a German man, Dirk Auer and he is enjoying the completely awesome activity of roller skating on a roller coaster!! I love roller coasters and this is a pretty awesome gadget. Trust the Germans to come up with more awesome things to kill time. This is definitely going on the list of things I want to do.
I’m all packed and so proud of myself for doing it so neatly, tomorrow is going to be such a long day. I leave you with craigslist as you eagerly (i hope so!) await for my return in 37 hours.
Dear local asian lady with the angry mask of hate and rage on her face (@7a.m. Nuuanu Ave downtown 6-1-09). Sorry I didn't let you pull into my lane and occupy the same space as I was. Truth be told I was under the strange misconception that two objects of relatively equal weight and mass cannot occupy the same space at the same time. Stupid me. To really nail it down, though- had you signaled I might have been able to guess your intention without actually having to read your mind. Lots of drivers these days aren't psychic, and I know that signal lever is heavy for your pudgy paw to move so early in the morning (though you seem to be able to give me the pudgy finger pretty deftly.)
The part that really cracked me up was when you rolled down your window and leaned out of the window opening, your face a veritable gargoyle, teeth bared as you roared, "Hey! Where's da Aloha?!!" Let me tell you- I'm certain that when the ancient Polynesians coined the term "Aloha" they were thinking of you driving your car into me without signaling- I'm almost certain of it.
I apologize for not letting you in to turn into the Heco building- I assume your place of work- but honestly I didn't see you, as I tried to tell you while you continued to scream epithets and flip me off. Here's a few pointers for you:
a) don't look for "da Aloha" during rush hour downtown. It may be there, but chances are everyone is somewhere between sleepy and brain dead, swilling coffee and navigating traffic and not really super focused on philanthropy, which generally sleeps until 9.
b) Although it creates an artistic example of juxtaposition, flipping someone off and asking "Where's Da Aloha" seems sort of ludicrous.
c) Signal your turns. Duh.
d) you're da local- I'm (to coin your oh-so-eloquent verbiage) da "f#*kin' haole". If YOU'RE asking ME where da Aloha is, we're all in worse trouble than we thought.
And finally- I'm sure you're somebody's wife or tutu or auntie or cousin- I'm practically certain there might be someone at home who loves you and wants you to get to and from work safely and home for dinner. Perhaps starting fights in traffic with burly out of work construction workers on their way to the unemployment office isn't the best way to assure your safe passage. Just a thought.
But cest la vie- shikata ga nie- the bridge is under the proverbial water. Aloha and have a great day!
I was running to catch the 9 train, early in the morning tuesday. Apparently I wasn't the only one: I saw you down the subway stop ahead of me. You were sprinting, and collided with a support column. Your prosthetic arm flew off, and you kept running.
You made the train, and I did not. All that was left was your lovely arm, glistening from the summer humidity. It smelled of pine and saddleneck oil.
I have it now, in my living room. It's sitting in a hallway basket, with some umbrellas and a digeridoo. Contact me: I'd like to meet the rest of you.
-Susan
What is saddleneck oil??
Let me have you know something, there is absolutely no way to prepare for a 24 hour flight. That is, ofcourse, if you travel by coach. I’ll be leaving for India to finish my last year of college and as exciting as that is, I am dreading the flight. Cramped spaces, packaged food and lack of internet service scare me quite a bit.
Today is dedicated to packing , organizing, shuffling around the house, making lists and spending time 
You should listen to this song I have posted below. Its by Sara Bareilles (she sung ‘Love Song’ , remember?) and she’s about the coolest chick I know. Little Voice is one of those CDs where each and every song is worth listening to.
This is one of my faves, ‘Bottle it Up’ and she’s also wearing the prettiest green dress. Listen to the lyrics, she’s funny..
If you like this, also listen to:
It would be nice if the money I earned actually stayed in the bank account. The internet just doesn’t help does it? Anyway, I can't control myself, and these are the things that I want to buy…click on the pictorial to go to the link and buy it yourself.
1. The Steve Madden clutch: $40
I love this…its Steve Madden and its affordable. cute.
2. The Deepa Gurnani gossip-girlish head band: $38
I have searched far and wide for this. Her page is worth dropping by.
3. ModCloth Little Red Dress: $50
If you want this buy it fast, the stock at modcloth doesn’t last long.
4. Delia*s Starry Night tee: $24.50
Check this store out there is a 15% discount going on. They have the prettiest dresses, hoodies and tees.
5. The Kurt Halsey fireflies necklace: $20
I absolutely love Kurt Halsey..want want want.
6. Red Prairie Press: Pink Poppies Scarf: $20
I can feel how soft it is just by looking at it. I want fall to come sooner.
This is delightful work. Only thing it comes out to 200-something dollars which I don’t have. The parentals will have to be contacted. After all, my birthday is steadily approaching (August 30)…*hint hint*.
I love this stormy weather. Hot cocoa, blankets, books and John Mayer. This is going to be a perfect perfect day.
The Time Travelers Wife
Did you hear the answers to the Rorschach inkblot test have been leaked on wikipedia. Psychologists world over are deeply unhappy and I am so very amused. They might try to remove it, therefore I am going to post it here. Go visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rorschach_test
I do this because I have a rather strong distaste for psychology/psychiatry and also because I am genuinely concerned for all of you dearies. I am sure that all of you are great examples of fine citizenry, but there might be a time when some hack doctor takes it upon himself to declare you psychotic –in which case this will be rather useful.
Hurrah!! That is all you need to know. If in some case they change this, make sure you use limited imagination and for gods sake..don’t say vagina.
I’m going to take a nap and you stay out of the loony bin.
Cheers,
-S
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