MAY 21st SYTYCD SEASON 5
This is the best day. of my. week...
haha
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Obey your thirst
For your visual thirst:
http://mocoloco.com
http://www.yankodesign.com
http://ifitshipitshere.blogspot.com
http://www.designspotter.com
I feel that design is pure, uncontainable inspiration. It brings animation to life. It simplifies and complicates in one fell swoop. It grounds me and lifts me far beyond my dreams. Maybe....just maybe I will work for Google one day, and that day will be magical.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Poor R'US
I've always envisioned studying as being a natural process where the words and ideas just LEAP from the page, glide through my neurotransmitters, and fuse perfectly into the right receptors. Ugh. If only it were so easy. These days, studying is more a chore than a labor of genuine intellectual love.
Only by reading things I truly enjoy, am I pulled out of a mechanical trance. It's this shocking jolt of "reader-confidence" that reaffirms my learning prowess. It signals my mind to lift the floodgates so that the rush of knowledge can finally flow freely in.
Word of the day: IMPREGNATE
It's meaningful and applicable to so many forms of life.
Sure, the literal definition is kind of unpalatable. Have you SEEN Knocked Up?? Ugh...
But in a poetic sense. I see new life...new ideas....Obama... haha
...awkward way of transitioning to my point: America needs to stop letting China beat their/our (I'm confused) ass and taking taxpayers' hard-earned money to spend on pulling other people out of their political unrest when there are so many DAMNED problems within our own borders..aka education!(I can't get into my public university classes because of budget cuts!) healthcare! (what happened to the universal healthcare that was once promised??!), and a deteriorating job market inherited by the fresh-out-of-college generation including me!
I'm sick of the verbal backwash from political pundits who are all talk and no action. It's time for a revolution.
First a repeal of the CA state sales tax increase from 8.25% to 9.25%. Did you know that at CA already the highest state sales tax rate before the increase?? California budget crisis, my a**. That is your fault Mr. Schwarzenator for signing the us into further debt! I already feel ripped off every time I buy Pinkberry, but now, it is a serious felony! No more Pinkberry or any other taxable goods for me. I'm moving to Delaware (state sales tax=0). Goodbye.
http://www.boe.ca.gov/news/pdf/l212b.pdf
Monday, April 27, 2009
When Pigs Fly
According the CNN broadcast in front of my eyes, the swine flu is spreading quickly with already 91 confirmed cases in the U.S. alone. I say quarantine anyone that coughs/sneezes. But that's just cruel....
(*COUGH*)(*COUGH*)(*COUGH*) OK..OK, lets just wash our hands and wear SARS masks. Deal?
Student of the Year
Silence, not even a footstep in the hallway. It's unsettling. While everyone else is out romping away their night at a masquerade party, I'm bedridden...or rather, bookridden. I would have been regaling in the festivities if not for the 3 exams that snuck into my upcoming week. Bitterly abandoned, I'm left to my own devices...and boy, that is dangerous territory.
Let's be honest. I knew procrastination would get the best of me. You are just as terrible, no doubt. If I've caught you in the midst of putting off something urgent, you might as well take a peek at something amusing and make this wasting time thing a bit more worthwhile.
I love Penelope. She's who I aspire to be. Maybe not...but then again, she has a certain spunk..don't you think? Ok..maybe I've watched this too many times.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Spring is in the Air
and it's teeming with bright, dewy aromas. I'm inspired to wake up, smell the roses, and proceed to wander about aimlessly in an open field.
To mark this momentous occasion (bear with me), for the first time in the history of this blog (not very long but a precedent nonetheless), I'm reviewing some of the newest feminine fragrances of the season and some classic options for those looking for a year-round signature scent. Sorry boys, this one's for the girls.
(BUT HERE ARE SOME OPTIONS FOR MEN: Victoria's Secret Very Sexy (warm and intriguing), Diesel Fuel For Life Pour Homme (serious TAG affect), YSL L'Homme (clean/sophisticated/alluring), Acqua Di Gio (classic), Hugo Boss Pure (hot businessman).
My personal favorite:
Burberry The Beat:
The marketing is fabulous first of all. I'm in awe with Agyness Deyn, she's so femininely pretty but androgynous at the same time. It's really puzzling...anyway..it's such a lively smell. It reminds me of the fun and fabulous European youth culture. I could imagine those who wear it are high class British people who hang out in department stores and eat crumpets all day, but on grungy streetwalking youth, it works to elevate them to the same status. Haha... For the modern, unique girl.
Chanel Coco Mademoiselle & Miss Dior Cherie:
I can't tell the two apart, probably cuz my scent receptors are dead by the time I've spent an hour sampling fragrances at Sephora. These aren't very clean smelling. If an old woman was wearing it, I'd probably gag a little. But on a sunny afternoon in a romantic comedy, this would be how that I imagine the dazzling leading lady would smell. Delicate, warm, and lovable. FYI: Coco Mademoiselle is not sold at Sephora, only dept stores.
Vera Wang Rock Princess:
One word. Licoricy. And it's kind of exotic and musky. Like a sweaty, dirtier version of Lady GaGa. Kind of too woody and smoky for me, but for the right look (aka Lady GaGa wannabe), it could be a match made in rocker heaven.
DKNY Be Delicious Fresh Blossom:
I love this more than words can explain. It smells like an orchard. Especially noticeable are the peach and lychee. If you're not familiar, lychee has a juicy, tropical, honeysuckle smell. It's so fresh you can taste the watery fruit in your mouth. Perfect for the sparkling, bubbly girl.
Michael Kors Bermuda:
Very tropical, beachy. For the adventurous, boho, maxidress-wearin' kind of gal. It reminds me of a Caribbean cruise. Lush and luxurious.
Dolce & Gabbana The One:
Sophisticated and elegant. Perfect evening scent for a classy girl. From what people have said, its slightly spicy/warm/oriental? whatever that means. I don't know if it is signature smell status but it's probably more suitable for glamorous, dressier occasions.
Juicy Couture Viva La Juicy:
Playful and joyous. It reminds me of those sugary sweet scents like ones by Escada but this one has a fresh citrusy kick. It's an everyday girly scent that isn't too overpowering. Like a Jamba Juice Orange Berry Blitz with some Pecan Praline in it. Not too appetizing, but delicious to the nose!
Miss Dior Chérie L'eau:
The spring/summer version of the original scent. It's really clean, fresh smelling. Reminds of me of a luxurious hotel soap. It smells nothing like the original, but it is definitely awe-inspiring. It has strawberry leaves and weird things like caramel popcorn...but let's just say it smells like a glacial spa.
Diesel Fuel For Life:
Sexy. Edgy. But still really fresh and appropriate for the summer. It's definitely on my to-buy list.
Versace Bright Crystal:
For fans of floral scents. Reminds me of a stroll through the park with cherry blossom petals floating off the trees in soft clusters.
Ex-faves:
Ralph Lauren Cool. Bored of it. Kind of soapy and I would much rather smell like a girl than Dial Body Wash.
Gucci Envy Me. Reminds me of cheap, skanky Hollywood. aka Heidi Montag.
I hope that helped. I've spent more hours at Sephora's fragrance wall spraying and sniffing than I can count on one hand. That's saying something...("you're crazy?")...yeah basically.
Good luck with your fragrance search everyone! Remember that memories are linked to the senses. Leave that beautiful lasting impression with a memorable signature scent. I sound like a telemarketer. Ew. But at least I don't smell like one! Haha. Ugh..lame jokes today...it's really unfortunate.
READ ON...
I wrote this first, but realized it was a bit too personal. So here I leave you with an explosion of me.
Emboldened by the warmth and vigor of a new day, I'm rising to new heights. Above the labels, stereotypes, and expectations of the affected drones. I'm unburying the premature grave of a frail breed, to revive this once forgotten dialect. And reaffirm its existence.
Ray Bradbury put my soul back in my body. I've been mourning a frivolous and superficial past for too long, waiting for the day I could fit myself into a shining mold I had invented years ago when I was outwardly happy but was becoming torn apart by my conflicting instincts. It's like trying to fit into a cute tutu of a 5-year-old me. No matter how hard I stretch the fabric, it retracts to its impossibly tiny form. This is not the point. Bradbury showed me, this me..that thinks a lot, dreams a lot, eats a lot, and expects the world to fall into place, should never be stifled by the loveless and greedy. They are the canker sores of the Earth's mouth. The unfeeling servants of a man-made machine. And I'm done with trying to conform and bleed for them.
Thoughts paralyze me again. The only way to banish them is to do only the things I am passionate about. Passion and love are driving me towards this bright destiny I foresee. The mountains that have haunted both my dreams and reality are mere bumps beneath my feet. And it's this new realization, this awakening of my senses that makes me finally react in this way. I'm happy.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Tofurky
I've never quite understood how they've gotten tofu to taste like meat.
Another relentless day gone by where I've felt like a passive spectator watching as footsteps sped up, time warped, and sound muted. If you don't understand, I guess this is just another one of my peculiarities. As I see a past day in rewind, nothing is spectacular but every passing second breathes. I watch as familiar faces dart passed me, and somehow, restless, anxious, and sometimes awkward moments never expire.
I draw the blinds open and the movements pour in and illuminate as sunlight hits the dust. The people, they move fluidly, and yet stare fixedly through hollow sockets. Life there is painless, yet it shrieks for mercy as it crumbles into the far reaches of my memory. Reveling. It is a magic trick. With a flick of the wand, the thoughts appear and disappear. And with a sigh, all is lost. A broken bungee cord. Nothing left but the empty carcass of a day passed away.
-Fiona
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So you might be wondering wtf I'm blabbering about. It's elementary my dear. Ray Bradbury has again Kung-Fu Hustled his way into my reading list. As I browsed the bookstore today, his book "We'll Always Have Paris" alighted like some divine gift. I caught it with my eyes. Oh how I devoured the words, as hungrily as the lions in "The Veldt".
He paints. Like an artist, he lets different angles refract the light off his prose. He's a poet, using not verbosity and fancy frills to create imagery, but rather letting the perfect, comfortable words ebb and flow around the reader like an unimposing wind. A storyteller and a magician, his quick wit and spot-on timing create the most satisfying plotlines. Almost too effortlessly, he introduces shock-inducing twists that no other author could ever pull off. Move over Shakespeare, HE is my literary idol. I can only dream that one day my words will be as consistently exhilarating to read as they are for me to write, and I can only hope to one day have the complete grasp of the English language that allows him to express freely and honesty, the reality that only Bradbury can bring to something as unfathomable as aliens and moving illustrations.
Now if only he could solve the mystery of Tofurky, he'd be a god. Then again, in my book he's already there.
Friday, April 3, 2009
A CURE!
So the past few weeks, which have seemed more like an eternity, are going to end right here. Why?
Because I'm choosing to stop thinking negatively. Yessireebob. Ok Bob, get it straight, I have been stuck in this "toilet paper tube"-like prison for way too long. Thinking about the light at the end of the tunnel ahead and behind me but feeling like I'm limited to the airspace of a mouse. My lungs can't handle it. I'm ready for change, Obama slash Tyra slash Tyra talking about Obama.
This is it.
Get ready for a revamped blog and blogger.
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