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Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
There's always something beautiful outside
They say it's not the outside but the inside that counts :p And I couldn't agree any less
Thursday, July 29, 2010
You can brand anything
I'm taking a small "creative break" because I can't seem to collect enough juices to come up with something fresh right now. So I spent some time yesterday reading on the net about everything from skincare to fashion. You know how the creative bug creeps up on you when you're not exactly doing anything design related. Then I came across this. (check above) What first intrigued me was the fact that this woman had on the same black translucent shirt I've had my eyes on at the store and underneath ( because I'm such a sucker for details), the exact same black body suit with weave pattern paneling that I had my eyes on from Asos.com. Nevermind that, she was leaning on this lamp post. See anything? A CHANEL lamp post. Okaaay...maybe Chanel is taking over the world but quite frankly, I realized, " You can brand anything!" And how successful your branding is, is what determines how successful your business will be. You're selling people an idea. You plant a seed of an idea and it takes over them like a virus. And how "infected" they are, all depends on the strength in that little seed you created. Quite simple no? But so fascinating. Well, something else to ponder about.
ps: I watched inception 2 days ago. It was brilliant.
XxX
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
What about a pup?
I came across this clip & isn't he sooooooo adorable? Once a dog lover, always a dog lover.
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Making Of A Gentleman
1. On giving up the seat. Gentleman give up their seat to the elder and young children... not to the good looking lady, just because she's good looking (otherwise, you might as well never sit. Giving up the seat every time and for everyone doesn't make you a gentleman, it just makes you the guy with sore feet.)
2. On looking at women. A real gentleman doesn't look back after she passes. Look and learn to work your peripheral... but once she's out of your peripheral, let thoughts of her be out your mind.
3. On gossip. End it where it begins... if someone starts going down that path, interrupt and ask if what they are going to say will benefit either themselves, the person they are talking about, or yourself... if they say no, ask them what's the point.
4. On the quality of life. Gentlemen do not impose themselves on others, this means their music remains moderate, their boxers stay hidden, their hygiene unoffensive, and language appropriate
5. On greeting women. Now this is a tough one that I've been trying to master myself. Gentlemen should not be the first to approach a woman or even greet them. A woman should say hello first then he proceeds. On approaching a woman, the chap should only do so if she gives him an opening (i.e. a smile, eye contact).
6. On the shoes. Shoes must always be polished. Make sure those slanted heels are replaced and taps are added to them. Nothing kills a look more than a sharp dressed man with dirty or worn shoes.
7. On living life. A gentleman has an appreciation for life, he lives it fully understanding that everyday he has the opportunity to improve the world around him. He lives life with passion without caring to be a role model, but living consciously by example.
8. On penmanship. Learn to write and I don't mean just print.
9. On too much. Never be excessive - it's vulgar.
10. Understand elegance. Elegance is an attitude, It's about how you live both in the public eye and in the privacy of your home. Money doesn't buy elegance, it can only purchase items.
11. On making a person smile. This is one of the hidden gems of a gentleman. this is where the gent need not say a word, but simply senses the right time and acts on it without any motives other than simply nurturing or creating a smile. When that lady walks by and looks - smile and simply acknowledge her glance without a word or skipping a step... watch her light up. Even that chap you see who you know took time to present himself to the world...Acknowledge it with a simple nod of the head without skipping a beat. The 'little' things are never little.
12. On SMS. For starters, let's understand one thing - SMS stands for short message service. So, no conversations via text messages! Conversations should be had in person, CAPS somehow just don't express emotions as they should be expressed.
2. On looking at women. A real gentleman doesn't look back after she passes. Look and learn to work your peripheral... but once she's out of your peripheral, let thoughts of her be out your mind.
3. On gossip. End it where it begins... if someone starts going down that path, interrupt and ask if what they are going to say will benefit either themselves, the person they are talking about, or yourself... if they say no, ask them what's the point.
4. On the quality of life. Gentlemen do not impose themselves on others, this means their music remains moderate, their boxers stay hidden, their hygiene unoffensive, and language appropriate
5. On greeting women. Now this is a tough one that I've been trying to master myself. Gentlemen should not be the first to approach a woman or even greet them. A woman should say hello first then he proceeds. On approaching a woman, the chap should only do so if she gives him an opening (i.e. a smile, eye contact).
6. On the shoes. Shoes must always be polished. Make sure those slanted heels are replaced and taps are added to them. Nothing kills a look more than a sharp dressed man with dirty or worn shoes.
7. On living life. A gentleman has an appreciation for life, he lives it fully understanding that everyday he has the opportunity to improve the world around him. He lives life with passion without caring to be a role model, but living consciously by example.
8. On penmanship. Learn to write and I don't mean just print.
9. On too much. Never be excessive - it's vulgar.
10. Understand elegance. Elegance is an attitude, It's about how you live both in the public eye and in the privacy of your home. Money doesn't buy elegance, it can only purchase items.
11. On making a person smile. This is one of the hidden gems of a gentleman. this is where the gent need not say a word, but simply senses the right time and acts on it without any motives other than simply nurturing or creating a smile. When that lady walks by and looks - smile and simply acknowledge her glance without a word or skipping a step... watch her light up. Even that chap you see who you know took time to present himself to the world...Acknowledge it with a simple nod of the head without skipping a beat. The 'little' things are never little.
12. On SMS. For starters, let's understand one thing - SMS stands for short message service. So, no conversations via text messages! Conversations should be had in person, CAPS somehow just don't express emotions as they should be expressed.
The making of a Lady
ON BEING A LADY.
1. On tights / leggings.
In a time where tights/ leggings have become as popular if not more popular than dresses and skirts. No lady should wear tights/leggings without some sort of shirt covering their backside in public. No one should be able to see your pantie line, and wearing no undergarment with the tights/leggings certainly doesn't make it any more acceptable. (the appropriate thing to wear over them are shorts, a skirt, a long shirt / T-shirt).
2. On being approached
A lady does not stop to talk to a gentleman who honks his car horn at her - even if she knows him.
3. On public arguments.
A lady should never engage in public shouting. Learn to differ the disagreement to another time and to a private setting. A lady does not use vulgar language in public and tries to not even use vulgar language in private.
4. On voice volume.
A woman's voice (is more often than not) higher pitched than that of a man. Let us be frank, high pitched voices are quicker to unnerve and annoy. Case in point - if a woman is arguing with a man and his voice should venture into the land of high pitch... rest assured, she will not like it, she may even let him know (I would never advise this unless you really want to challenge his manhood). The point is, beware of the high pith... refrain from increasing the volume if it's not necessary.
5. On Philanthropy.
A lady makes time to help others. No I do not believe that every woman should pretend to be a Mother Theresa, however, every lady should experience the joy of "giving back" simply because she understands the importance of sharing of herself and realizes the power she possess to heal the world. Volunteering, donating - some of the simple things that have long lasting effects.
6. On self care.
This is not about excesses, plastic surgery, vanity, this is about self respect. A lady does not look at herself every time she passes a mirror (or store window) in the street, she looks at herself once before she leaves her house and make sure she's leaving home correctly. This is about not having lipstick on your teeth, not having your nail polish looking like you put a nail file to them after having polished them, this is about fixing your slip, fixing your bra (so you don't have to do it in the street), and I'm sure you ladies can think of a few more things that OF COURSE you don't do.
7. On being socially savvy.
A lady understands that this is an art. She learns to deal with people and doesn't say "I don't get along with other women". A socially savvy lady also understands that she can get more out of a person and situation by using these skills than by being limited to always having to use sex to get what she wants. Being socially savvy is learning the art of conversation, being well rounded, well spoken.
8. Power of quotes.
A lady takes the time to learn a few quotes... this is not to simply regurgitate what they've heard or read, but because they understand the power of wisdom. Life lessons are what helps a woman blossom into a lady, life lessons are not limited to only your experiences, but are also found in the experiences of those before. "One is not born a woman, but rather becomes one." Simone de Beauvoir ... imagine if this applies to a woman, imagine about a lady!
9. On dressing.
A true lady coordinate her wardrobe according to her body type and her skin tones, she understands the art of dressing appropriately. This one may seem simple, but if you look around you as you go about your daily routine, you'll realize that it's not that simple. The media has infiltrated the homes and mindset of the masses. Because it's "cool" we want it, regardless to if it works for/with us or not. Everyone can have a style... but every style is not for every one. Short ladies rarely look good with long boots... Big girls and minis don't mix..... Pink doesn't always work if you're complexion is extremely pale ... blue/green contacts on black women can be a little odd ... large women and spandex, WHOA!. The point is no one is perfect... the point is to find what best works for you, compliment what you have, but be honest with yourself...always.
10. When Sitting.
Keep your knees together when sitting; cross your legs at the ankle. Even if you're wearing jeans, be mindful of your legs. There is never any excuse for a lady to sit with her legs open...NEVER!
11. On posture.
Shoulders back and relaxed, chin up, back straight.
12. The walk.
Elegant, proud.
*Note
Walking in heels is somewhat of an art. It's not about putting your feet in heels and walking. It's about mastering the heels - this does take practice. Ladies, while some who wear heels think "they're killing it" know you're killing the heels, and nothing looks worse than a woman struggling in heels.
13. On finishing touches.
This is one of those things that are often forgotten. A lady knows the power of the little things, from the right smell, to the right accessories.
14. On dignity.
Dignity is having great respect for oneself. Dignity is intimately related to grace.
15. On courtship.
A Lady understands that courtship is a game. She engages in it, knowing full well that it's a game of 2 players and that she also must do her part to ensure that the game develops. She knows that eye contact, a smile, are simple things that enable the game to continue. She ultimately decides if the game shall be played.
1. On tights / leggings.
In a time where tights/ leggings have become as popular if not more popular than dresses and skirts. No lady should wear tights/leggings without some sort of shirt covering their backside in public. No one should be able to see your pantie line, and wearing no undergarment with the tights/leggings certainly doesn't make it any more acceptable. (the appropriate thing to wear over them are shorts, a skirt, a long shirt / T-shirt).
2. On being approached
A lady does not stop to talk to a gentleman who honks his car horn at her - even if she knows him.
3. On public arguments.
A lady should never engage in public shouting. Learn to differ the disagreement to another time and to a private setting. A lady does not use vulgar language in public and tries to not even use vulgar language in private.
4. On voice volume.
A woman's voice (is more often than not) higher pitched than that of a man. Let us be frank, high pitched voices are quicker to unnerve and annoy. Case in point - if a woman is arguing with a man and his voice should venture into the land of high pitch... rest assured, she will not like it, she may even let him know (I would never advise this unless you really want to challenge his manhood). The point is, beware of the high pith... refrain from increasing the volume if it's not necessary.
5. On Philanthropy.
A lady makes time to help others. No I do not believe that every woman should pretend to be a Mother Theresa, however, every lady should experience the joy of "giving back" simply because she understands the importance of sharing of herself and realizes the power she possess to heal the world. Volunteering, donating - some of the simple things that have long lasting effects.
6. On self care.
This is not about excesses, plastic surgery, vanity, this is about self respect. A lady does not look at herself every time she passes a mirror (or store window) in the street, she looks at herself once before she leaves her house and make sure she's leaving home correctly. This is about not having lipstick on your teeth, not having your nail polish looking like you put a nail file to them after having polished them, this is about fixing your slip, fixing your bra (so you don't have to do it in the street), and I'm sure you ladies can think of a few more things that OF COURSE you don't do.
7. On being socially savvy.
A lady understands that this is an art. She learns to deal with people and doesn't say "I don't get along with other women". A socially savvy lady also understands that she can get more out of a person and situation by using these skills than by being limited to always having to use sex to get what she wants. Being socially savvy is learning the art of conversation, being well rounded, well spoken.
8. Power of quotes.
A lady takes the time to learn a few quotes... this is not to simply regurgitate what they've heard or read, but because they understand the power of wisdom. Life lessons are what helps a woman blossom into a lady, life lessons are not limited to only your experiences, but are also found in the experiences of those before. "One is not born a woman, but rather becomes one." Simone de Beauvoir ... imagine if this applies to a woman, imagine about a lady!
9. On dressing.
A true lady coordinate her wardrobe according to her body type and her skin tones, she understands the art of dressing appropriately. This one may seem simple, but if you look around you as you go about your daily routine, you'll realize that it's not that simple. The media has infiltrated the homes and mindset of the masses. Because it's "cool" we want it, regardless to if it works for/with us or not. Everyone can have a style... but every style is not for every one. Short ladies rarely look good with long boots... Big girls and minis don't mix..... Pink doesn't always work if you're complexion is extremely pale ... blue/green contacts on black women can be a little odd ... large women and spandex, WHOA!. The point is no one is perfect... the point is to find what best works for you, compliment what you have, but be honest with yourself...always.
10. When Sitting.
Keep your knees together when sitting; cross your legs at the ankle. Even if you're wearing jeans, be mindful of your legs. There is never any excuse for a lady to sit with her legs open...NEVER!
11. On posture.
Shoulders back and relaxed, chin up, back straight.
12. The walk.
Elegant, proud.
*Note
Walking in heels is somewhat of an art. It's not about putting your feet in heels and walking. It's about mastering the heels - this does take practice. Ladies, while some who wear heels think "they're killing it" know you're killing the heels, and nothing looks worse than a woman struggling in heels.
13. On finishing touches.
This is one of those things that are often forgotten. A lady knows the power of the little things, from the right smell, to the right accessories.
14. On dignity.
Dignity is having great respect for oneself. Dignity is intimately related to grace.
15. On courtship.
A Lady understands that courtship is a game. She engages in it, knowing full well that it's a game of 2 players and that she also must do her part to ensure that the game develops. She knows that eye contact, a smile, are simple things that enable the game to continue. She ultimately decides if the game shall be played.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
HOW TO SNAG A HIPSTER IN 5 EASY STEPS
***credit goes to brilliant INVEN.TORY***
It can happen to you: you’re out, drinking a PBR, minding your own… then you see that dirty and doe-eyed darling across the room, judging the party-thrower’s record collection. And you. Want. Them. Bad. Read on! To turn that lust in your heart into action in your pants.
STEP 1: Picking Your Prey.
If you’re into dudes, check for flannel, traditional wool ponchos from South America, and bike chains worn like a beauty pageant sash. That guy’s sensitive, and he lives close enough to bike.
Dig the ladies? Look for a bit of vanity among the Snoopy sweaters and grandma pants– a bustier or crop top means the apple of your eye embraces the ugly-is-hot ethos, but still wants to maintain the hot.
STEP 2: Dancing.
Kick Gloria Estefan to the curb. The rhythm can’t get you! Jerk your head like you’re getting whiplash, over and over. Stomp one bent foot, and let your middle try and figure out the rest. If your parter mirrors your moves, congratulations: you’re doing the hipster mating dance.
STEP 3: Let’s-Get-A-Drink-Conversation.
Order the worst whiskey. Then talk about your “passion,” like group sound massage, or found art sculpture. Ask if they’ve ever seen Bertrando: Story of An Algae Born Whistler. This film does not exist. If they say they’ve seen it, they want to bone you. If they say no, shame them. Shame = hipster pheromones.
STEP 4: Neuroses.
Share one. For example: “Sometimes I am so porous I feel all of the emotions of the room at once.” “I am incredibly rich, but will never do anything about it except feel guilty and wear dirty clothes.” “Sex makes me cry, because I hate intimacy, yet all I want is love.”
They’ll tell you one of theirs. Nice bonding!
STEP 5: Going home.
At this point, you should be primed for the kill. Here is your weapon: “Parties just make me feel so empty; it was amazing to have a real conversation with you. I think we’re heading out in the same direction– would you mind stopping at my place quickly? I’d really love to lend you, “How to Keep Your Dog A Liberal Vegan In A Conservative, Carnivorous World.”
Get ready for a night of almost-dextrous, totally self-conscious lovemaking!
P.S. Feel like you want some hipster camo before you go on the prowl? Throw on the Matty Top, to look fly and well-flanneled while stalking your desired.
P.P.S I couldn't not post this...so entertaining :P
It can happen to you: you’re out, drinking a PBR, minding your own… then you see that dirty and doe-eyed darling across the room, judging the party-thrower’s record collection. And you. Want. Them. Bad. Read on! To turn that lust in your heart into action in your pants.
STEP 1: Picking Your Prey.
If you’re into dudes, check for flannel, traditional wool ponchos from South America, and bike chains worn like a beauty pageant sash. That guy’s sensitive, and he lives close enough to bike.
Dig the ladies? Look for a bit of vanity among the Snoopy sweaters and grandma pants– a bustier or crop top means the apple of your eye embraces the ugly-is-hot ethos, but still wants to maintain the hot.
STEP 2: Dancing.
Kick Gloria Estefan to the curb. The rhythm can’t get you! Jerk your head like you’re getting whiplash, over and over. Stomp one bent foot, and let your middle try and figure out the rest. If your parter mirrors your moves, congratulations: you’re doing the hipster mating dance.
STEP 3: Let’s-Get-A-Drink-Conversation.
Order the worst whiskey. Then talk about your “passion,” like group sound massage, or found art sculpture. Ask if they’ve ever seen Bertrando: Story of An Algae Born Whistler. This film does not exist. If they say they’ve seen it, they want to bone you. If they say no, shame them. Shame = hipster pheromones.
STEP 4: Neuroses.
Share one. For example: “Sometimes I am so porous I feel all of the emotions of the room at once.” “I am incredibly rich, but will never do anything about it except feel guilty and wear dirty clothes.” “Sex makes me cry, because I hate intimacy, yet all I want is love.”
They’ll tell you one of theirs. Nice bonding!
STEP 5: Going home.
At this point, you should be primed for the kill. Here is your weapon: “Parties just make me feel so empty; it was amazing to have a real conversation with you. I think we’re heading out in the same direction– would you mind stopping at my place quickly? I’d really love to lend you, “How to Keep Your Dog A Liberal Vegan In A Conservative, Carnivorous World.”
Get ready for a night of almost-dextrous, totally self-conscious lovemaking!
P.S. Feel like you want some hipster camo before you go on the prowl? Throw on the Matty Top, to look fly and well-flanneled while stalking your desired.
P.P.S I couldn't not post this...so entertaining :P
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Interior Monologues
From somewhere in my mind came 6 questions.
Introduce yourself:
Hi, i'm jessica. 21 and with her whole life ahead of her on a cracked porcelain plate.
Describe a perfect day:
Floating in an infinity pool that opens up to the view of the ocean while I hold his hand just under the water's surface, staring up at the clear blue sky.
I condition myself for creativity by:
Dancing around my room in nothing more than my undies while I sip on strong Teh tarik
I wake up to do creative things because:
It's my daily multivitamin
My greatest fear...
Being in the water with a shark, losing someone I love and my eyesight
Heartfelt words for future you
If you knew back then what you know now...what will be different?
Introduce yourself:
Hi, i'm jessica. 21 and with her whole life ahead of her on a cracked porcelain plate.
Describe a perfect day:
Floating in an infinity pool that opens up to the view of the ocean while I hold his hand just under the water's surface, staring up at the clear blue sky.
I condition myself for creativity by:
Dancing around my room in nothing more than my undies while I sip on strong Teh tarik
I wake up to do creative things because:
It's my daily multivitamin
My greatest fear...
Being in the water with a shark, losing someone I love and my eyesight
Heartfelt words for future you
If you knew back then what you know now...what will be different?
Friday, May 1, 2009
waiting...
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And its hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
Ill find some peace tonight
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
Its easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
Dear blogger,
I'm overwhelmed. Before I lose all my thoughts to something else silly yet ulcer inducing...the following posts are of text that hold a strong meaning. Texts which conjure themselves up as illustrations in my mind that i've yet to put down in pencil & ink. I hope to have some time away from my crazy *** life soon to do just that.
mean while..xoxoxo
jess
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And its hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
Ill find some peace tonight
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
Its easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
Dear blogger,
I'm overwhelmed. Before I lose all my thoughts to something else silly yet ulcer inducing...the following posts are of text that hold a strong meaning. Texts which conjure themselves up as illustrations in my mind that i've yet to put down in pencil & ink. I hope to have some time away from my crazy *** life soon to do just that.
mean while..xoxoxo
jess
Friday, April 10, 2009
I took a break from work to well...create "more work"
As the title says so... I broke out this baby & my sales pitch? Well, read on.
Mom & Pop
They will @#$! you up
For Sure
Love so deep
Kills you in your sleep. It's true.
Love keeps us together
Love will keep us alive
And we- are criminals that never
broke no laws
And all- we needed was a net
to break our fall
They're searching for diamonds
They're grabbin' at straws
Sex 'n' sin
Sax 'n' violins
It's heaven
Wooden heads
Furniture with legs
For sale-
Love keeps us together.
And love will drive us insane.
AH..yes well, "touche" i say.
xOxO, Peace out..
Thursday, April 9, 2009
you bright young thing, this is your talk show on mute
Dear blogger,
tonight seems a good night to blog. Not that I usually publicly air my thoughts...no. I don't air my dirty leather ( my new "it" material lol). LIFE, geez, it's such a wide topic to ramble on about. My life alone is one heck of a story...I think the producer(s) of "The Ring" would call me up to buy my life story over & name it " The Life". It'll be a blockbuster horror film of the year. It'll start out with an interview *camera's rolling*..."The late night show with David Letterman" (b'cause that's when all my thoughts usually start pouring in like I'm god listening to a light year full of #$%!)
letterman: hi, it's so nice to have you on tonight's show..I understand you're strapped for time so
let's get right down to business.
bright young thing: Right. Fire away.
Letterman: So I understand your life's taken a rather drastic turn from where you had it heading. What's the deal? What happened?
BYT: Umm yeah...Shit happens, that's life eh? People whom I thought had my back fled like I started a plague. So I'm standing alone in this pile of #$%! & not a soul is brave enough to take a leap & grab my hand while I'm hanging off the cliff. There are 2 ways out-> A) I take their hand but at the price of me surrendering my latest pair of Cheap Mondays & YSL high tops which mean the world to me. I mean in essence, they'll be stripping me down to what?! I won't be me anymore. B) #$%! 'em all right...& just break all the nails i've got clinging on to the rockwall. Rock climb my way back up which probably means i'll get there tomorrow night, rip rip my Cheap Mondays. I won't know if i'll survive it b'cause it'll take pretty long...I'll be dead tired & there's a
high chance I could quit on myself & let go. So I chose B.
Letterman: No shit. Do you regret your route you chose now though?
BYT: Yes & no. I've got to a certain extent my freedom. But I've fallen far from my destination. Will I ever get back on course & reach there? I've no idea & I can only hope & swear on my life, I'll make it work.
Letterman: Word.
BYT: *smiles & leans back into the seat*
Letterman: So you've done a couple of great things since though. Don't you think your making some progress with your work/life..what have yous?
BYT: Well yeah fo sho?! I exhibited in NY. Just being invited was like a bright ray of light finally hit my eye b'cause I've been staring at this sun for so long. But I'm still a really long way off from where I wanna be, u know? And I'm going at it all on my own. Where I come from...what I'm doing is looked at as being in a dream...
Letterman: I know. Square pieces of #$%! I totally get you. I wanted to be a rockstar but old
with grey sideburns couldn't cut it.
BYT: haha yes well I'd still date you. You're one funny #$$ & since you get me, our convos ain't gonna be dull.
Letterman: Well check with my wife. Maybe she'll share?
BYT: Nah, it's cool.
Letterman: In a previous interview for Nylon where you fronted the cover (Kudos), I read about what you want from life . Are they all the same still? What's changed & why?
BYT: Yes, it's changed. I don't wanna be a rich #$%! (not that being richer is bad but..) I'll be really satisfied with my life if I'm able to live a decent life doing what I do best. I'd like really to be living on an island with a yacht that takes me out to a quaint lil city. Know of any?
Letterman: Nope. If I do, I'll call ya.
BYT: Cool.
Letterman: If you could describe your life in a sentence...What would it be?
BYT: "Maybe this has all been some really weird dream while I'm passed out in an alley in Amsterdam, still high."
Letterman: High? from being over visually stimulated? I read it in a previous interview that you
get your high from being visually stimulated.
BYT: Hell yeah, hahaha. From being high from visual over stimulation & not being able to express it all. This world I live in is too square. They don't have the chops to take what I'm about to dish out.
Letterman: No shit. I wanted to suntan on my lawn wearing nothing but a silver g-string. My neighbour from across yelled "god letterman, if your chops were nice to look at, I wouldn't mind all that much. Do me a favour & save my eyesight!"
BYT: no kidd.
Letterman: Well, that's all we've time for tonight. I look forward to seeing your work out some day. Watch out, this one's hot.
She takes off her YSL high tops, signs em & hands em to letterman. With everyday that passes, with every talk show that's on mute in my head...a part of me dies.
til the next ramble,
xoxo
tonight seems a good night to blog. Not that I usually publicly air my thoughts...no. I don't air my dirty leather ( my new "it" material lol). LIFE, geez, it's such a wide topic to ramble on about. My life alone is one heck of a story...I think the producer(s) of "The Ring" would call me up to buy my life story over & name it " The Life". It'll be a blockbuster horror film of the year. It'll start out with an interview *camera's rolling*..."The late night show with David Letterman" (b'cause that's when all my thoughts usually start pouring in like I'm god listening to a light year full of #$%!)
letterman: hi, it's so nice to have you on tonight's show..I understand you're strapped for time so
let's get right down to business.
bright young thing: Right. Fire away.
Letterman: So I understand your life's taken a rather drastic turn from where you had it heading. What's the deal? What happened?
BYT: Umm yeah...Shit happens, that's life eh? People whom I thought had my back fled like I started a plague. So I'm standing alone in this pile of #$%! & not a soul is brave enough to take a leap & grab my hand while I'm hanging off the cliff. There are 2 ways out-> A) I take their hand but at the price of me surrendering my latest pair of Cheap Mondays & YSL high tops which mean the world to me. I mean in essence, they'll be stripping me down to what?! I won't be me anymore. B) #$%! 'em all right...& just break all the nails i've got clinging on to the rockwall. Rock climb my way back up which probably means i'll get there tomorrow night, rip rip my Cheap Mondays. I won't know if i'll survive it b'cause it'll take pretty long...I'll be dead tired & there's a
high chance I could quit on myself & let go. So I chose B.
Letterman: No shit. Do you regret your route you chose now though?
BYT: Yes & no. I've got to a certain extent my freedom. But I've fallen far from my destination. Will I ever get back on course & reach there? I've no idea & I can only hope & swear on my life, I'll make it work.
Letterman: Word.
BYT: *smiles & leans back into the seat*
Letterman: So you've done a couple of great things since though. Don't you think your making some progress with your work/life..what have yous?
BYT: Well yeah fo sho?! I exhibited in NY. Just being invited was like a bright ray of light finally hit my eye b'cause I've been staring at this sun for so long. But I'm still a really long way off from where I wanna be, u know? And I'm going at it all on my own. Where I come from...what I'm doing is looked at as being in a dream...
Letterman: I know. Square pieces of #$%! I totally get you. I wanted to be a rockstar but old
with grey sideburns couldn't cut it.
BYT: haha yes well I'd still date you. You're one funny #$$ & since you get me, our convos ain't gonna be dull.
Letterman: Well check with my wife. Maybe she'll share?
BYT: Nah, it's cool.
Letterman: In a previous interview for Nylon where you fronted the cover (Kudos), I read about what you want from life . Are they all the same still? What's changed & why?
BYT: Yes, it's changed. I don't wanna be a rich #$%! (not that being richer is bad but..) I'll be really satisfied with my life if I'm able to live a decent life doing what I do best. I'd like really to be living on an island with a yacht that takes me out to a quaint lil city. Know of any?
Letterman: Nope. If I do, I'll call ya.
BYT: Cool.
Letterman: If you could describe your life in a sentence...What would it be?
BYT: "Maybe this has all been some really weird dream while I'm passed out in an alley in Amsterdam, still high."
Letterman: High? from being over visually stimulated? I read it in a previous interview that you
get your high from being visually stimulated.
BYT: Hell yeah, hahaha. From being high from visual over stimulation & not being able to express it all. This world I live in is too square. They don't have the chops to take what I'm about to dish out.
Letterman: No shit. I wanted to suntan on my lawn wearing nothing but a silver g-string. My neighbour from across yelled "god letterman, if your chops were nice to look at, I wouldn't mind all that much. Do me a favour & save my eyesight!"
BYT: no kidd.
Letterman: Well, that's all we've time for tonight. I look forward to seeing your work out some day. Watch out, this one's hot.
She takes off her YSL high tops, signs em & hands em to letterman. With everyday that passes, with every talk show that's on mute in my head...a part of me dies.
til the next ramble,
xoxo
Sunday, March 29, 2009
goodbye...
Leaving isn't quite the same, he said to me,
As running away
If you're scared or tired of what you're scared of
Well, why should you stay?
He loved to say goodbye,
And always counted out the time
Until he was free
To get up and leave
To learn how to breathe
Again
Slipping out to have a cigarette with someone else that he'd never met
Asks her if, by the way, would she like to run away
and try to forget?
Or just not to stay, to leave without saying why
To get up and go
To catch the last train
To get in some car
And drive out again
To never come back this way....
And have to say....
Goodbye...
Sunday, March 22, 2009
When you're an ocean & a rock away...
What you at? My gentle spoken friend
I lack a frame to put you in
When you're an ocean and a rock away
I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat
My fingers wrap around your words
They take the shape of games we play
I feed your words through my buttonholes
Pin them to my fingerless gloves
Green & prone to fraying
Thoughts of you warm my bones
I'm on my way, I'm on the phone
Let's get lost, you & me
An ocean & a rock is nothing to me.
I am far away from where you lay
Awake the day while you fall to sleep
An ocean & a rock away.
I keep you in the pocket of my jeans
And the bristles of my brushes
Spin you into my curls today
I spoon you into my coffee cup
Spin you through a delicate wash
I wear you all day
Thoughts of you warm my bones
I'm on my way, I'm on the phone
Let's get lost, you & me
An ocean & a rock is nothing to me
Thoughts of you warm my bones
I'm on my way, I'm nearly home
Let's get lost, you & me
An ocean & a rock is nothing to me
Is it not any wonder that when you're far away, they want you near. And when you're there...right under their noses, they don't bother where you are, how you are where you are. Only for you to leave suddenly and they come chasing " wait wait. But we've not shared our time together. wait, not so soon."
Friday, March 13, 2009
My talkshow on mute
Take a bow
Pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights
Pay an audience to care
"Impress me" Personality
Still & transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America
Come one, Come all
Into nineteen eighty-four
Yeah three, two, one...
Lights, camera , transaction
Quick your time is almost up
Make all forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame
Burning to Obscurity
Still & transfixed
The electrics sheep are dreaming of your face
We judge you from the card castle
Comfort of America
Come one, Come all
Into nineteen eighty-four
Yeah three, two, one...
Lights, camera...
Yeah.
Come one, Come all
Into nineteen eighty-four
Yeah three, two, one...
Lights, camera, transaction
Lights, Camera, transaction...
Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say it (but)
You're so much more
You're so much more
endearing with the sound
turned off.
Pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights
Pay an audience to care
"Impress me" Personality
Still & transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America
Come one, Come all
Into nineteen eighty-four
Yeah three, two, one...
Lights, camera , transaction
Quick your time is almost up
Make all forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame
Burning to Obscurity
Still & transfixed
The electrics sheep are dreaming of your face
We judge you from the card castle
Comfort of America
Come one, Come all
Into nineteen eighty-four
Yeah three, two, one...
Lights, camera...
Yeah.
Come one, Come all
Into nineteen eighty-four
Yeah three, two, one...
Lights, camera, transaction
Lights, Camera, transaction...
Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say it (but)
You're so much more
You're so much more
endearing with the sound
turned off.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Oh, Where were you?
I was a backing track.
Saving my green voice's back.
Disguising the obvious,
That I had no-one to sing for.
I lived in a paper bin.
Which I lived curled up and forgotten in.
With an unfinished lovers hymn
Tattooed on my forehead.
Oh, oh, oh, where were you?
Had I known you then,
The outcome would have been better.
I got used to the treadmill love
Where no matter how fast you run,
You're stuck at the starting point,
Only exhausted.
I was the anonymous author
Of songs I'd not dared to share.
Lacking the audience of a lover's ear.
Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, where were you?
Had I know you then,
The outcome would have been better.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented -
Oh, oh, oh, where were you?
Had you known me then,
The outcome would have been better.
xoxo
Saving my green voice's back.
Disguising the obvious,
That I had no-one to sing for.
I lived in a paper bin.
Which I lived curled up and forgotten in.
With an unfinished lovers hymn
Tattooed on my forehead.
Oh, oh, oh, where were you?
Had I known you then,
The outcome would have been better.
I got used to the treadmill love
Where no matter how fast you run,
You're stuck at the starting point,
Only exhausted.
I was the anonymous author
Of songs I'd not dared to share.
Lacking the audience of a lover's ear.
Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, where were you?
Had I know you then,
The outcome would have been better.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented this.
You could have prevented -
Oh, oh, oh, where were you?
Had you known me then,
The outcome would have been better.
xoxo
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Life's a box of dark chocolates
Bittersweet it is, how life can sometimes be filled with so much joy and the next for it to hurt you again and again like an open wound rubbed raw with salt. A chance be given is all I ask, after everything has been taken away. It's not going to cost you a thing & yet you find some way to deny me a chance at living life the way I want. But is that not what you've always wanted for me? You leave me sad and confused...once again.
You ask me why? Why would they do something like that for someone like you? I don't know. I really don't know. I speculate the answers...still I don't know. I don't blame you for wondering why... Because when no one has shown you such sincerity and generousity, you wouldn't know any different. I too still have not understood why. So I don't blame you.
"What is the hidden agenda?", you asked. What if there isn't any? Of course, you knew there is a chance I would go and never come back like so many others who have gone away. But I am your flesh and blood. You would know me better...Would I really?? No...
You ask me why? Why would they do something like that for someone like you? I don't know. I really don't know. I speculate the answers...still I don't know. I don't blame you for wondering why... Because when no one has shown you such sincerity and generousity, you wouldn't know any different. I too still have not understood why. So I don't blame you.
"What is the hidden agenda?", you asked. What if there isn't any? Of course, you knew there is a chance I would go and never come back like so many others who have gone away. But I am your flesh and blood. You would know me better...Would I really?? No...
Friday, January 2, 2009
New Year's morning...
New year's morning came too soon
It’s entering my forgotten room
Disguised as the morning sun
and I should be on the run
But I’m here
Waiting for you
To come and rescue me
From this awful blue
Looks like another day
In another way
Through another place
Too many lonely days
I’m not here for sure
Just here for more
You wont walk through that door
Cause I said I didn’t need you anymore
Anymore…
It’s entering my forgotten room
Disguised as the morning sun
and I should be on the run
But I’m here
Waiting for you
To come and rescue me
From this awful blue
Looks like another day
In another way
Through another place
Too many lonely days
I’m not here for sure
Just here for more
You wont walk through that door
Cause I said I didn’t need you anymore
Anymore…
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
dear blogger, how you've missed me..
Dear blogger,
I know I've left you hanging for a bit..Yes I'm sure you miss me..(muahaha):P I've been meaning to write to you but my life's been on overdrive. There have been some lil things going on of which I'll be soon updating you on in the next post or something because I'm such a "neat freak", a different topic's for a different post! get it? To each it's own place. LOL (i sound like i've got obsessive compulsive disorder) That aside, I just thought I'd bring my ever lovely fingers to come linger & dance on the very buttons that send you something every once in a while &! while doing so..LOOK at what I found...
How kickass is that?! Who'd go through the trouble to shave off the gloss paint on every pencil so the wood's absorbent enough to hold on to that piece of artwork? I love the idea of mixing media but this one..though a really simple drawing, has something fairytale like about it' Lovely, really. Not everything needs maximalism.
Toodles xxx
I know I've left you hanging for a bit..Yes I'm sure you miss me..(muahaha):P I've been meaning to write to you but my life's been on overdrive. There have been some lil things going on of which I'll be soon updating you on in the next post or something because I'm such a "neat freak", a different topic's for a different post! get it? To each it's own place. LOL (i sound like i've got obsessive compulsive disorder) That aside, I just thought I'd bring my ever lovely fingers to come linger & dance on the very buttons that send you something every once in a while &! while doing so..LOOK at what I found...
How kickass is that?! Who'd go through the trouble to shave off the gloss paint on every pencil so the wood's absorbent enough to hold on to that piece of artwork? I love the idea of mixing media but this one..though a really simple drawing, has something fairytale like about it' Lovely, really. Not everything needs maximalism.Toodles xxx
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Thoughts of this Designer
I’m out on my own again
Face down in the porcelain
Feeling so high but looking so low
Party favors on the floor
Group of girls banging on the door
So many new fair-weather friends
Have you ever been so lost
Known the way and still so lost
Known the way and still so lost
Caught in the eye of a hurricane
Slowly waving goodbye like a pageant parade
So sick of this town pulling me down
My mother says I should come back home but
Can’t find the way cause the way is gone
So if I pray am I just sending words into outer space
Slowly waving goodbye like a pageant parade
So sick of this town pulling me down
My mother says I should come back home but
Can’t find the way cause the way is gone
So if I pray am I just sending words into outer space
Have you ever been so lost
Known the way and still so lost
Another night waiting for someone to take me home
Have you ever been so lost
Known the way and still so lost
Another night waiting for someone to take me home
Have you ever been so lost
Is there a light
At the end of the road
I’m pushing everyone away
‘Cause I can’t feel this anymore
At the end of the road
I’m pushing everyone away
‘Cause I can’t feel this anymore
Have you ever been so lost
Known the way and still so lost
Another night waiting for someone to take me home
Have you ever been so LOST.
Known the way and still so lost
Another night waiting for someone to take me home
Have you ever been so LOST.
"Thing is...there's alot on my mind that peppers my work. If there's a tune for it, this might be it." I'm considering turning this into an illustration/ print. Interested art collectors & lovers of my work LOL AHEM..keep your eyes peeled!
peace out *pulls trigger*
Monday, September 1, 2008
Life...It's just a thought, only a thought...
I haven't ever really found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought...
I've always thought that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone and live more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me
It's just a thought, only a thought...
While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive
It's just a thought, only a thought...
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