How To Choose between Two loves

Tumblr takes up so much of my time these days. And work. And a social life. But I just had to share this. Turns out, I always chose right.

If procrastination were an art form - I would be unrivalled

Come to think of it, I still just might be. See, there's nothing quite so deflating like having to go backwards with your research just to iron out a few kinks here and there. Jeez, I have written worse papers and gotten Bs so really why can't they just let me get on with it? For Chrissake I even deleted some of the references thinking I was done with them and now...Aaaaarrrggghh!

Breath in, breath out, go online. Today is Frank Lloyd Wright's birthday. I can't believe he came up with all those magnificent designs without the aid of any computer work whatsoever. Maybe that's my problem. Maybe computers are my Achilles heel? God knows I waste enough time online. Not to mention my CAD designs never really do my imagination justice. A bad workman and his tools? tsk tsk.

Moving on.I have a few fall back sites I usually run to when my head is saturated. One of my favourite is dearblankpleaseblank. Haven't checked it out in a while (damn you IAQ research) so was really looking forward to smirking and smiling all by myself. I wasn't disappointed. Here are some of the gems :)

Dear William and Kate,

If William is 100% royal and Kate is 0% royal, will that make your son the half-blood prince?

Sincerely, curious.

(I doubt there is anyone out there who hasn't read HP6 but if you don't get this, then you should probably get yourself a copy of JK Rowling's 6th masterpiece [in the Potterverse I mean, Im'm sure all her other books are masterpieces as well] Wait can you have more than one masterpiece? Errrr...drat! what has arch school done to me????)

Dear church women,

Please stop diguising gossip in your prayer circle...

Sincerely, "let us pray for tanya who is now pregnant at age 15 with no father in sight..." 

(so funny yet so true. touche :)

Dear World,

Leonardo DiCaprio didn't die at the end of the Titanic; he washed up on the shore at the beginning of Inception.

Sincerely, anonymous.

 (Awww, you can now breathe easy all you Jack fans. But what a difference a decade or so can make. You can have him Blake Lively, I liked him better poorer.)

Dear English teacher,

How can I get a question wrong that was asking for my opinion?

Sincerely, fed up. 

(Exactly how my supervisor makes me feel sometimes. Its my research, let me get on with it already instead of asking me for relevance, etc. Obvoiusly I included it for a reason, read the rest of the paper and find out! Eish.)

And many more funny "letters" but I gotta get back to work.

A Father To His Son by Carl Sandburg

A Father To His Son by Carl Sandburg

A friend (way older friend) asked me for a poem they could send their godson upn his graduation. I was busy with research to come up with one myself but i searched poem hunter anyway and loved this one :)

On my TBR list this summer

The perks of being a wall flower - stephen chbosky. I mean, how can you not after this review? foreveryoungadult

Candids - Go Fug Yourself: Because Fugly Is The New Pretty

Candids - Go Fug Yourself: Because Fugly Is The New Pretty

idk ANYTHING: le barenzi is back!!!!

idk ANYTHING: le barenzi is back!!!!: "some times you grab a newspaper from your neighbour expecting to find within its pages nothing more than museveni's alarming determination t..."

Hair Tales

While trawling my blog poison of choice (thefuggirls) I came across this picture of Solange. She was at Coachella I think. Isn't her hair looking fab? 

 The dressier night out look.

 Other girls rocking the look in different ways.

So what's a girl who is fed up with the endless salon visits where they tug and pull, and burn and scratch and scald your head/scalp whichever way in the name of plaiting/retouch to do? Get inspired and cut it all off, start afresh. That is my ambition for the next six months til graduation. And the goal? Wait for it....

This magnificent all natural mane as modeled by 2011 Grammy winning Spalding :)

You can hold me up to that in six months. These synthetic auburn locks I have now? Mhhhmn, it served its purpose but I need a new look. And I'm not going to succumb to the dreadlocks trend again. Or the hot ironing/straightening b*s that killed my hair in the first place. I'm going to wait it out. One week at a time. And of course read natural hair care blogs while at it :)

Still on the subject of lips

Apparently colour blocking isn't just for clothes, make-up is in on the game. These salad inspired lips just made my day. For when you can't make up your mind what shade to wear...or when you want to funky up that neutral outfit:

I give you some of this, I give some of that

So I haven't blogged in ages. Looking at my blogger stats even shames me and I start considering a friend's advice, whenever she feels she's letting down her readers, to just up and delete the blog. Except I haven't really figured out the mechanics of re-posting all your old stuff onto a new blog (see? I'm a horrible blogger - but with the best intentions so bear with me) so until then, onward soldiers :-)


A bunch of things caught my eye in this shit-load-of-coursework-imposed hiatus. Such as these beautiful bright images by the 22 year old Viktoria Stutz (yes, with a K. Don't you just love those situations? When similar sounding consonants switch? Except the Kardashian situation. Too much of anything... but I digress) Back to the uber talented Viktoria; these are for an oral campaighn but can you say glamorous anyone? Phew!

the white just doesn't stop with the teeth: say cheeeeese :)

Obviously I love the green the most.

And now for the actual glamour shots;

like she'd just been THOROUGHLY kissed then just reapplied the lipstick without checking for smudges. *heart*

And that is how to do shock glamour - Gaga, take notes. No this beheading my little pony s**t of yours.

Fake it til you make it

I've been bedridden for two days now. Down with the flu and inevitable fever. Barely moved except for bathroom breaks. (TMI? Sorry) Anyway, been using this chance out of studio to catch up with my reading and what gems i have found! One of my favourites "How to steal like an artist..." is so good that i'm going to lift an entire page off it. Hey, so I'm stealing like he's teaching - he shouldn't take offence, should be proud instead to have followers :) Anyway, here it is:


I love this phrase. There’s two ways to read it: Fake it ‘til you make it, as in, fake it until you’re successful, until everybody sees you the way you want, etc. Or, fake it til’ you make it, as in, pretend to be making something until you actually make something. I love that idea.

I also love the book Just Kids by Patti Smith. I love it because it’s a story about how two friends moved to New York and learned to be artists. You know how they learned to be artists? They pretended to be artists. I’ll spoil the book for you and describe my favorite scene, the turning scene in the book: Patti Smith and her friend Robert Maplethorpe dress up in all their gypsy gear and they go to Washington Square, where everybody’s hanging out, and this old couple kind of gawks at them, and the woman says to her husband, “Oh, take their picture. I think they’re artists.” “Oh, go on,” he shrugged. “They’re just kids.”
The point is: all the world’s a stage. You need a stage and you need a costume and you need a script. The stage is your workspace. It can be a studio, a desk, or a sketchbook. The costume is your outfit, your painting pants, or your writing slippers, or your funny hat that gives you ideas. The script is just plain old time. An hour here, or an hour there. A script for a play is just time measured out for things to happen.

This is basically what i would do. But with all this talk of plagiarism in my faculty and people worshiping originality yet in fact very few things if any at all today are original. Well, this has re-affirmed my faith in faking it, judgy audience be damned. Now if only I could go to a new place and reinvent myself the way i want to be 'cause lets face it, you are only as believable as you can convince onlookers you are. And everyone knows how hard it is to convince people who have known you to be one way that you are in fact another. Better and easier to go off some place and come back after you have made it that they have no choice but to believe.

Soothing the guilt

Its better for the person you love to be happy w/ someone else than lonely with you. For it's called Sacrifice. Sometimes, it's Bull$h!t.

Here without you

Strangest feeling ever saying goodbyes at the airport. I mean, I have done it before but never to a boyfriend. Family and friends, meh. I've been to boarding school, I'm used to not seeing people for over three months and considering I went to boarding school before the advent of facebook and free calls from telecom networks that meant three months of zero communication. Fast forward to 2010, my boyfriend and I had never spent longer than a week apart in our two months of dating and even then, it was texting all round the clock and 50 phone calls a day (okay, I exaggerate a bit - more like five 30minute phone calls but you get the picture) so when time came for him to get back to LA I didn't really know how hard it would hit me. I was all about living in the moment and crossing that bridge when I got to it. Well, that bridge is here and let me tell you, I have never had a harder time crossing - been bawling my eyes out and living on a strict diet of poetry and love songs. (Hence the title of the post. Three Doors Down, anyone?) Going to start a journal on how I get through each day. Hey, you never know I could sell it one day for millions - silver linings people, silver linings :)

O Blush Not So!

O BLUSH not so! O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maidenheads are going.

There's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't,
And a blush for having done it;
There's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
And a blush for just begun it.

O sigh not so! O sigh not so!
For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin;
By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips
And fought in an amorous nipping.

Will you play once more at nice-cut-core,
For it only will last our youth out,
And we have the prime of the kissing time,
We have not one sweet tooth out.

There's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay,
And a sigh for "I can't bear it!"
O what can be done, shall we stay or run?
O cut the sweet apple and share it!

John Keats


I'm so loving this poem. Reminds me of my flirtatious best :)

Self Induced Literary Paralysis

You guys, I always mean to write. I compose entire posts in my head but then life happens and when I get back to blog everything just doesn't seem that good anymore. I need one of those phones where you can instantly post to your blog before I have time to change my mind . See, the thing is some stuff I just won't write cause I am afraid of it not meeting my expectations of what I know it could be. I don't write for an audience, I write for myself. I want to write what I would want to read so when I think it could be so much better its paralyzing and in the end I write nothing at all. And yes, I know its my loss.

Anyway let me just end this post with an example of how I want to write. (I lifted this straight from a friends blog but don't judge)

INCOGNITO
Meet me in Cognito, baby.
In Cognito we’ll have nothing to hide.
Let’s go incognito, honey,
And let the world believe that we’ve died.

Meet me in Cognito, baby,
Of course we’ll have to color our hair.
The best thing about life in Cognito
Is that everybody’s nobody there.

Meet me in Cognito, darling,
Sure, some may think that it’s rash,
But you’ll look chic incognito
With your fake nose and Groucho mustache.

Meet me in Cognito, baby,
We’ll soon leave our pasts behind us.
The present is always a mystery,
As the future never fails to remind us.

Once we’re alone in Cognito,
We’ll remove all of our clothes very fast,
But though we be naked as jaybirds,
At no time will we take off our masks.

Cinderella went incognito,
And it’s said that she had a ball.
It’s always midnight in Cognito
By the black clock at the end of the hall.

We’re destined to be clandestine,
Incognito is our very last hope.
I’ll meet you where the sun don’t shine,
With a fake I.D. and some dope.

So do join me in Cognito,
You know that I’ll never tell.
We’ll sneak in the back door of Heaven
And stroll unnoticed through Hell.

Incognito
Incognito
There, every day’s a surprise.
Incognito
Incognito
Where truth tells all the best lies.

(Those who travel in Cognito-
Their very lives can depend on a hunch.
They eat intuition for breakfast
And sip cold paranoia at lunch.)

If you won’t meet me in Cognito, Baby,
I’m apt to go out of my head.
But if you really can’t handle incognito
Meet me in Absentia, instead.

The One Who Is Missing is missing,
He can’t run but He certainly can hide.
His ghost car is parked in Cognito,
Do you think He might give us a ride?

You play the game incognito,
You risk paying a very stiff price.
You’ll bet the ranch on Number 13,
Though that number is not on the dice.

No news is good news in Cognito,
Addresses are damn hard to find.
The queen of spades runs the mailroom
And all the postmen are legally blind.

Just because you’re naked
Doesn’t mean you’re sexy,
Just because you’re cynical
Doesn’t mean you’re cool.
You may tell the greatest lies
And wear a brilliant disguise
But you can’t escape the eyes
Of the one who sees right through you.

In the end what will prevail
Is your passion not your tale,
For love is the Holy Grail,
Even in Cognito.

So better listen to me, sister,
And pay close attention, mister:
It’s very good to play the game,
Amuse the gods, avoid the pain,
But don’t trust fortune, don’t trust fame,
Your real self doesn’t know your name
And in that we’re all the same:
We’re all incognito.

TOM ROBBINS.