Facebook is Creepy


Five years ago would you ever have thought that it was necessary to join a social networking site because if you didn’t you would feel disconnected from your friends, unaware of what events are happening and therefore will be left out of them, and worried that you weren’t going to know the latest on your “friends” life? Seems crazy right? I would never have thought that would be the case today, and it is with a site known as Facebook. Five years ago I also would never have thought that my fascination with tabloid stories of Paris Hilton and Britney Spears being hounded by the paparazzi, would lead me to become somewhat of a stalker myself. Sadly, I’m not the only one who has bought into the voyeuristic culture of today’s world.


Facebook has become the premier networking site of choice for youth all across the world. The reality is this; tabloids are still in existence today because people are interested in other people’s lives. This is not a good thing. Facebook is pretty much a tabloid. The newsfeed on your profile, the homepage that screams headlines of what the rest of your Facebook Friends are up to, it’s all a sick fascination with other people and aspects of their lives which you otherwise would never know about.


Here’s a crazy story that pretty much scared me into writing this article, a wakeup call if you may. I had joined a group called Aishwarya Rai Bachchan is a Goddess on Facebook, and a few girls on that group became my “Facebook Friend” (hereby known as FF!). We would analyze Aishwarya’s beauty over other famous, beautiful people in the world. One day I became FF’s with another girl on the Ash group. Let’s call her J. I added J because she and I argued against a random person that said Ash had plastic surgery. I also added her because she was strikingly beautiful as she had green eyes and a face that rivaled international actresses today. I complimented her on her beauty and we gossiped about how silly other people were for thinking that Ash had plastic surgery!


I pretty much stalked J's page for weeks, she had the most amazing life! She was a hybrid of Megan Fox and Nadia Bjorlin, had the luscious locks of Priyanka Chopra, and a booty that was a better version of Kim Kardashian’s. She had a gorgeous boyfriend (they’re the non-white version of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie to say the least), the best clubbing outfits and a huge rock on her ring finger. How did she get that rock? Oh don’t worry, I know that story too! Her and her boyfriend went on a trip to a tropical locale and he proposed to her. The ring was hidden in her dessert and he had made her the most artistic 3-D scrapbook I had ever seen to propose to her…*sigh*. Too good to be true, right? How could a girl’s life be so perfect? I was totally jealous! My other FF had also added J unbeknownst to me. She too thought J had a wicked life, and showed J’s page to her older sister. Enter the “kahani mein twist” (twist in the tale). She told me that her sister had met and worked with this girl, except the girl’s name was M not J. She lived in a different place than J’s Facebook profile stated; she was a different age, and therefore all her friends that wrote on her profile about the awesome party they ALL went to, weren’t real either.


I immediately vetoed this possibility. Why would someone go through all this trouble making such a detailed fake profile page and profiles for fake friends, only to proceed to have fake conversations with themselves? This had to be investigated thoroughly. I went through each and every picture looking for clues. Sure enough, I found them. License plates of the country that the real M lived in were in J’s pictures, phone numbers on banners in the background that advertised a restaurant with a different area code than wherever J claimed to live, a cake with the wrong candles on it for J’s supposed age - with the name M written on it! I realized that not only was J a total weirdo who likely found a hot girl off some other networking group and created a Facebook profile that tricked me into hours of stalking, but I wasn’t far behind on the weirdness scale. I basically knew EVERYTHING about this girl through the pictures she had posted, and I had enough time on my hands to investigate the validity of J. I still kept J on my friends list because I was oddly fascinated at the amount of energy and time he or she put into their fake world, and I was super curious and wanted to eventually find the source from where she was getting her pictures from and let the real girl (M) know what was going on! Over about a year, I looked at pictures she posted, read her descriptions on things and eventually added more and more “evidence” to my growing list of reasons as to why J was really M. I had gotten M’s real name, her father’s name and her age from my FF’s sister, however, try as I might, I could not find the profile from where J was stealing all of M’s pictures.


Until now. I found M! I found her facebook profile (she wasn’t using her real name of M but a nickname, which is why I couldn’t find her before). I couldn’t view her actual page but I could view her friends, and creepily, I recognized a bunch of them off of J’s pictures, and on J’s their names had been slightly changed from the original version. On J’s page, her “friends’” friend lists were all un-viewable, but on M, each friend had their own friend list that was viewable and had multiple mutual friends. Too hard to fake. I added a guy of M’s friends, so that I could check to make sure that this was 100% the real girl. He added me back, and I was surprised to see that most of my hunches and observations were correct. This was the real girl. What now though? How do I message someone I don’t really know and tell them, “hey, msg me back because your identity’s been stolen and faked to the max by some other girl”?. I mean, how am I supposed to say HOW I know that she is the real girl and not the fake one? “I creeped this other girl’s facebook page for a year after finding out from someone else that she was fake. I know your bf’s real name because I read it off a cake in a picture?!”. God, life is so complicated. I just think this whole situation, is creepy, weird (including my part in all of this), and seriously fascinating. To see the extent that the fake has made her profile look real, is crazy! She literally is having conversations with herself. It’s really quite sad. Now that I know the “real” girl (M), I wonder who the fake actually is. What kind of person does this? Is she an agoraphobic that has no real life of her own? Is she just a lonely teenager that wants to feel popular?


This may not be the kind of identity theft that can ruin you financially, but it’s just as scary. Unfortunately, Facebook stalking and internet identity theft is a common phenomenon. After surfing MySpace, I found five girls with the exact same pictures, but the names of their profiles were all different. That was with minimal effort on my part.
Who is a Facebook stalker? More people than you would realize. Have you ever seen someone in the mall or a party that you’ve recognized, only to realize you saw them on your friends Facebook profile because they have a picture together? Do you know where your ex boyfriend or girlfriend went on vacation? Yep, you’re a Facebook stalker. There are things that you can do to protect yourself from stalking, being stalked and from having your identity stolen. (I totally need to follow these rules as well!)
1.) Only add people that you are friends with in real life.

2.) Stop posting a million photos on Facebook, or at the very least make sure that all of the albums aren’t viewable by everyone on your list. Your real friends know what you look like, they don’t need to see 20 pictures of you in various club gear if they’re not in the album themselves. Benefits for yourself: When you go out, you will actually enjoy yourself rather than spending your time taking pictures and making sure they’re “facebookable” (meaning: do I look hot enough and do I look like I’m having tons of fun?). Another benefit is that you will also get more usage out of your closet! Fewer pictures posted of your killer outfits are a good thing for your closet, and your wallet!

3.) Delete friends that you haven’t talked to within the month. Even if they know you in real life it doesn’t mean they deserve to be your FF. Benefits for yourself: When you stop caring about friends that don’t mean anything to you, you will have more time for your true friends.

4.) Get rid of your wall. People only post on it because they want other people to see what they’re saying, and if they really want to say something to you, they can message you, or call you! Walls often reveal information that is potentially deadly, as do clicking the “Attending” choice on Facebook events. Why do you need to advertise where you’re going to be or what your plans for the weekend are? A little mystery is always good, and the less information you give unseen Facebook stalkers, the safer you’ll be!

5.) Make sure your profile is limited and is viewable only by your friends!

6.) Do not, I repeat, DO NOT post pictures of yourself on other groups. For example that hot pic of you in your sari that you recently posted on the group “UK Desi Girls are the Hottest!!”… Do you really need strangers commenting on how good you look? Self confidence is good but asking for compliments really isn’t necessary.

Prevent yourself from ever being in M’s situation, the girl who I “know” so much about, and yet she has no idea that a J exists, or that there’s a blog entry written about her.

It's Britney, B*tch!


Ok I gotta admit, I am a HUGE Britney fan. During her "Hit Me Baby One More Time" days I used to see her giggling, girly, blonde self in interviews and roll my eyes, hating on everything she'd say, but I never once changed the channel if she was on tv. Something about her life has always fascinated me. Britney became such a huge sensation. After Princess Diana, I would say Britney was the iconic blonde of my generation (bottle blonde or not). It seems odd to say Princess Diana and Britney in one sentence but you have to admit, they were both iconic, albeit in very different ways. Madonna is the only other singer I could compare Britney too, her image was as racy, but always in a kinky, erotic, contrived way. Britney, on the other hand, screamed sex, yet in such a innocent, American cheerleader way. She had a huge impact on girls all over the world, as well as pop culture.


The latest Britney news, is that she is lending her face and name to Candie's, available at Kohl's department stores. Now I've been reading my US magazines, and I'm pretty dang sure that I saw Britney's flubber coming out of her Circus tour costumes. Now I'm not saying she's giganto-woman anymore or anything, but she definitely doesn't have the body of her pre-pregnancy-mental trauma self any longer. So what's with the Candie's ads? Retouching is cool and all but I just think that when it's so obviously fake, there's just no point! The executive vice prez of Kohl's stated that: "The new Candie's advertising campaign featuring Britney Spears is authentic, relevant and designed to resonate with our junior shopper." Authentic? Hmmm, not the best choice of words! Whatever the case, it's great to see Britney back, hot and fabulous. I swear my entire life went off kilter when Britney, the girl that symbolized hotness as I grew up, shaved her head and started attacking things with umbrellas. Shiver.

Gloom and Doom


If my room is any indication of my mental state, then at this point of time I should be certified and checked into a mental health facility. I went to Singapore in February, and I haven't unpacked from that trip. After that, I went to Hollywood, and I still haven't unpacked from that. Now I'm packing to go to Detroit, and I can't find anything that I need.


I have an essay due two days ago, a test worth 10% tomorrow morning, a paper (in place of a presentation that I missed while in California) due Monday.. and Monday night I come back from Detroit for a bhangra competition. Of course at some point I have to clean up my room so mother dearest doesn't yell at me, my back hurts because I jumped off another person's back and landed with my legs around someone else's neck and then fell to the concrete floor. That didn't make any sense to you? Don't worry, its not really supposed to, us bhangra dancers are kind of senseless. Why else would we spend hours each and every day practicing for a competition that we are spending well over $600 on, for a chance to compete for a $5000 prize that IF won would be split between 12 people?


Why? Because it's our passion! Passion is something that cannot be explained and cannot be measured. It also cannot finish my paper for me so I better stop reading forums and posting on blogs and GET CRACKING!


Wish me luck

Le Tigre and Baby..not connected at all but whatever




So I've been MIA for a while now as I've been in Singapore travelling and visiting family. While I was in Singapore I had the opportunity to go to one of the best zoo's in the world - The Singapore Zoo. The Singapore Zoo has an "open zoo" concept, meaning there are natural barriers that divide the animals from humans. I really can't get over how I feel about zoos, and animals. I have a pet lovebird named Baby, and when I think about how he's supposed to be in Africa, enjoying the hot sunshine and flying around looking for food I get really sad.

I've never been against having pets, but ever since "owning" (see who are we to even say we own another living being?!) Baby, I've realized the major effects we have on a wild animal. Baby came to my house with his natural survival skills and an overall zest for life. He was a healthy, happy bird. I researched all about lovebirds before purchasing him. I know that they need new toys, they need a proper diet, they need lots of love and care, etc. Before, he hated having our hand wrapped all around him as he felt confined. Now, he trusts us and knows us and loves being held like that as he feels warm and snuggly (or so we think). I didn't think much of the fact that he used to hate being held like that and now allows us to do it all the time until my sister mentioned it. She told me that he used to be so feisty and not allow us to do that and now it's like he's just given up and lets us do whatever he wants. That is what taming an animal is called but I feel really bad about it. We messed with this living animal's brain and we changed him so much from how he naturally used to be!


I also think that my precious Baby has developed psychological problems. See, birds spend 90% of their time in the wild searching for food. Even though my family tries our hardest to involve him in activities to search for food, Baby is often alone at home while we are all at school and work, and to occupy his time, he bites the skin on his feet and often pecks the skin on his back and under his wing. To prevent him from injuring himself he has a cone around his head, and we're not sure when we get to take that off. It's really heartbreaking, I feel like I've just done a horrible job and messed up this poor bird's life..but he LOVES my little brother (lovebirds attach and mate for life!).. so hopefully he's happy. I guess I'll never really know.

Phenomenal Woman


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
- Maya Angelou

In my opinion, being comfortable with your sexuality is a great thing. I love being a woman, and I absolutely love Maya Angelou's poem, "Phenomenal Woman", because I feel like it embodies who I am as a person. On some occasions I do feel like showing off my body, like when I wear a sari that's maybe more revealing than the conventional sari, or if I'm going out for a night on the town but always in a manner where there is still some mystery. I think now is the time to show off and appreciate (in a classy manner) what I have because it's all downhill from here, right?!

On the other hand though, I think that, like the woman that Maya Angelou describes, I don't need to shout or jump about, and I like having that "inner mystery". I think girls who reveal too much of themselves are "shouting" for attention, and although they might think that they're being modern women, and that they're very feminist in their thinking of being free and open sexually, I feel that it actually is oppressive. There is a difference between loving and respecting your body, and vying for attention from men (which is what I feel is oppressive). At the end of the day, when women wear ultra revealing clothing, yes it looks hot, yes we feel sexy, confident, brazen, self assured and powerful...but truthfully the only reason we feel that way is because we know that men find us hard to resist in those clothes. By "those clothes" I mean clothes like a school girl's uniform, a dress that looks like "that" dress by Versace (the one that J-Lo wore when she was J-Lo)...something totally revealing and something that leaves very little for the imagination.


I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love being a woman, I love being able to wear clothes that make me feel sexy, but at the same time, I think some girls show off too much of their body, or are too brazen in their attitude towards things like sex. Some things are meant to be private, and I feel that when celebrities such as Angelina and Megan Fox talk about their sex lives, it is meant to titillate the reader and make us (or more specifically, make men) view them as objects of sexual desire, as that is the image they want to present. I just feel like that brings us backwards as women, and that I would rather be known for other things, but I guess that's just me.


I would never call or badmouth another girl and call them a slut, because I believe that girls who generally act like men, are called sluts, skanks, whores, etc. I don't understand what the double standards are about nor do I wish to endorse them. Why are women called such things? I don't feel that women who are simply happy or comfortable with their bodies and sexuality are called derogatory words, I think it's a lot more complicated than that. One can't say that only women that are confident and comfortable with their sexuality are called such things because there are plenty of women out there, who are young and old, that are totally comfortable with themselves, yet they still conduct themselves in a classy manner, and are never thought of by society as being a "slut", or "skank". I suppose the majority of women who are called those words, are women who are very vocal about sexual matters, or wish to portray themselves in that manner by constantly wearing clothes that are meant to titillate the audience, and in that regard there is no double standard for me because I would feel that a male was equally tacky if he was to be extremely vocal about his sexual prowess. I feel that you can be confident and happy with your body, but that doesn't mean that you need to constantly let other people know or put your body up for display every time you go out.


When I see or hear of a girl participating in a lingerie show at a club, competing in a wet t-shirt contest, or kissing other girls when the Katy Perry song comes on, I don't sit and think "Wow that's great, this girl is really comfortable with her sexuality and that's such a great thing for women all over the world". I do however think that she needs to grow up and realize that you can be a confident and sexy person, without subjugating yourself to becoming a hormone-ridden teenage boy's fantasy for the night.


Good from Far, Far from Good.




While viewing pictures of the FHM Style Icon Awards I came across the thumbnail picture of Aarti Chabbria and thought, wow, she's looking pretty good! Then I clicked on the picture and KABLAMO...the phrase good from far, far from good came to mind.

I just do not understand this. She's an above average looking girl with nice skin, hair and a nice body... WHY do you HAVE to pack on the makeup and wear contacts? We know you weren't born with baby blue eyes, and we're not going to think you look any better because you have them on, we're just going to look and think "contacts!".

Ok, I guess the contact thing I can overlook because she doesn't usually wear them (just Google Aarti Chabbria if you don't know her), and I'm ok with her wearing them just to change things up and have some fun. If she does start wearing them all the time (like a certain ex Miss India Universe *cough Celina Jaitley cough* ) I'm going to have to go to Mumbai and hold an intervention for all the starlets and wannabe actresses out there. I'm so sick of the whole coloured contacts thing...it seems like every model and actress in India is sporting them and it's like that whole culture is obsessed with looking Caucasian. If you flip through an Indian magazine and look at all the models, 90% are Indian and have coloured contacts on, and the other 10% are Caucasian. Not to mention most of the ads are Indian girls advertising skin lightening creams with contacts on.. as if all Indian girls are suddenly going to have light skin and green eyes by putting on some Fair & Lovely. *Rolls eyes*.
I wish Asians would get over the obsession of looking like a Caucasian person... we don't need to do eyelid surgery, nor do we need to use skin lightening creams. Tans are hot! (And this girl really needs to find a foundation shade that matches her true skin tone.)

Define: kitsch


This house kicks butt. It is so kitschy it's amazing! I was walking down a different route than I normally do and came across this house...I really, really wonder who lives in here, and what the inside of their house looks like! Being unique is always in style :) (but I could never live in a house like this and most likely neither could you...why is that?)

Click on the pic for a closer look.




I love...


...car washes! Ever since I was a little girl I've loved going through car washes. I remember my dad bringing me and it being such a treat! Even now, car washes still have that magical appeal to me and it's like I'm five years old again and experiencing it for the first time. My 100% favourite part is when they squirt the different coloured soap onto the car like in the picture above. It just looks so yummy and for some reason makes me feel like I'm in a different world, one with fairies and talking animals. (Ok, so I have a super active imagination.)

It's odd how "back in the day" they used to have these huge roller mop/brush things that would scrub your car for you and now it's so advanced and "touchless". Pretty cool! I wonder what car washes are going to be like in another 15 years... What if they don't even exist anymore :( ?! That is such a scary thought because I want to bring my own little rugrats to a car wash one day (touchwood).

Car washes bring me back to a time when things were simpler and more innocent; a time when my biggest concern was waking up in time to watch Aladdin while eating Pebbles with the special spoon that turned blue when it touched the milk. Those were the days...

What Recession?

Sigh, to be David Beckham's wife would be a dream come true. Hours and hours of massages, manicuring, pedicuring, shopping, botox treatments, picking up three amazingly cute kids, not eating, and then coming home to my hot hubby...ah... the dream life - except for the not eating part (hello, previous post about Pretzels and McDonalds!).

Seriously though, Queen Victoria Beckham a.k.a Posh Spice clearly lives in her own little world, one in which there is no recession, and no qualms about money. Here she is seen showing off a Christmas gift from David, a Hermes Himalayan Birkin.

What's so special about this bag? It happens to be one of only three in the world, it has diamond hardware (most noticeably a 3 carat diamond on the lock), and the waitlist for this bag has been closed. Those that were lucky enough to be put on the waitlist have to wait at least four years. According to the Dailymail the price tag is a staggering $120, 000USD.

While I would covet a Birkin, this one is a little too OTT...even for me. I just don't think I would ever feel comfortable wearing or receiving such an ostentatious gift. If I were married to David, I think breakfast in bed from my hubby would suffice as an amazing Christmas present ;)

Best Pretzels EVER

Bathed in butter and salt, these Classic Pretzel Balls from ??? in Metrotown are the BEST pretzels ever! Unfortunately I can't find the name of the store anywhere and don't remember the name from when I went in myself, but it's located right next to the Real Canadian Superstore on the ground level of Metrotown in Burnaby, BC. Do not miss these juicy balls of pleasure. Ok that didn't sound the way I wanted it to. Basically, they're delish (!) and you can get them in a variety of flavours such as cinnamon, chocolate, and sour cream & onion to name a few. Mrs. Fields which is right by the food court is a popular place for pretzels, but trust me, Mrs. Fields has nothing on these guys.

Slumming it at the Golden Globes

L to R: Dev Patel, Anil Kapoor, Frieda Pinto, Danny Boyle, AR Rahman





L to R: Frieda Pinto, Shah Rukh Khan

Slumdog Millionare, a tale of an orphan in India who overcomes hardship (and falls in love with the Gorgeous with a capital G - Frieda Pinto who is pictured above in the gold Christian Lacroix gown that I disliked immensely) bagged four awards at the Golden Globes for Best Drama, Best Director (Danny Boyle), best Screenplay (Simon Beaufoy) and Best Original Score (A.R Rahman).


It was super exciting and a little disconcerting to see personalities that I recognized from Indian cinema mingling with the likes of Angelina Jolie and Sean Combs. For some reason I just found it incredibly cute when AR Rahman hugged Sean Combs (forever known to me as P. Diddy) upon receiving his award, and my mind flashed through what it would be like if both Hollywood and "Bollywood" were to join together more often.

Can you imagine Brad Pitt being nominated for A Curious Case.. and Shah Rukh Khan being nominated for Rab Ne...in the same Best Actor category? Or Angelina dancing alongside Akshay Kumar in an action flick, while Will Smith saves the world from robots with Aishwarya Rai? The thing with us Indians however, is that we would be watching both movies and thinking about what the West is thinking about Akshay and Aishwarya. Do they think they're good looking, do they think their accent is funny, are they going to be as popular as a regular Hollywood star now, are people going to accept them, are people laughing at our song and dance routines? It seems to me that the East is always seeking the West's approval. When Aishwarya Rai became the first Indian to be on the jury at Cannes, Indians all around the world waited on bated breath to see what she would wear and whether she would represent India well. If you ask any Indian who they think would represent India best internationally, there's a pretty high chance they'll say Aishwarya Rai. Why is this? Probably because she fits the West's mold of what is conventionally "beautiful". It's funny because most Indians don't look like her, so if she fit's the ever influential Western hemisphere's mold of what is beautiful, than most of us don't even qualify.

Even though the Indian Film Industry churns out more movies, has a wider audience than a Hollywood flick does, and has actors that are truly recognized worldwide, Hindi film actors still constantly gush about Hollywood actors. When Akshay Kumar met Snoop Dogg, you can bet it wasn't Snoop D-o- double G that was super excited . When Angelina presented at the Filmfare Awards with Shah Rukh Khan, all of America wasn't waiting and watching to see what she would wear, and if she would embarass America. Americans don't care, so why do we? When Shah Rukh Khan presented at the Golden Globes on Sunday, he mentioned something about pelvic thrusting. There were comments aplenty on youtube videos and various forums about how he "embarassed us". Honestly, I'm sick of Indian's all around the world overanalyzing what our celebrities do when they come into contact with anything Hollywood.

While I'm glad that AR Rahman was the first Indian to win a Golden Globe, I was equally glad when he won a Filmfare.

Speaking of Judith Leiber clutches..


From left to right: Buddha Minaudiere, Ganesh Minaudiere, Limited Edition Strawberry Cupcake Clutch, Safari Tiger Clutch, and Panther Minaudiere.
Even though some of these were released months ago, I thought I'd post a few Judith Leiber clutches since I alluded to them in my previous post. These Judith Leiber clutches available online at http://www.neimanmarcus.com/ are deliciously luxe and fantastically detailed!
While I do find the Panther, L.E Strawberry and the Safari clutch positively droolworthy, I don't think that Buddha or Ganesh should be subjected to being some rich woman's statement piece for an evening out.
In Hinduism, idol worship is predominant, and many homes have statues or images of Gods that they worship, pray and perform rituals with. The Ganesh Leiber clutch would be treated with Godly respect by Hindus, yet in America it's something that women might throw in the back of their walk in closets.
In Buddhism, there is no idol worship, and Buddhists may or may not find the Leiber piece to be of any controversy. Although I'm not a Buddhist, I believe that there shouldn't be any images or depictions of Buddha, although I do appreciate and respect effigies of Buddha around the world (for ex. the Daibutsu in Kamakura - Daibutsu means "Big Buddha"). This is because immediately after the death of Buddha, there was basically a taboo against any image of him. This is because a Buddhist's goal is to achieve final Nirvana, and since Buddha had achieved total nirvana there should be nothing of him left behind. This is why for centuries he was represented by his abscence - in depictions of an empty throne, a tree with no one underneath, or even a dusty footprint.
Now, anthropomorphic images of Buddha prevail and one can find statues and depictions of him in places such as Winners, where he is sold as a decorative, household item.

OTT and Loving It!


Over the top (ott) and fabulously tacky I couldn't resist taking a picture of these nails! All class I pretty much stared at them and was blinded by their "blingyness". Ok I have to admit, I'm kind of digging them, even though they're ridiculously tacky, at least they're not shy about it and it's so in your face that you just cannot ignore them - much like a Leiber clutch!




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