June is going to be an emotional month…

Elderly

I am the biggest cry baby ever.  I cry over… everything!  It’s like my tear ducts are just filled to the brim and they leak if I shake my head too much.  Honestly, I’m really emotional.  There are certain things that make me cry more than others.  I am really sensitive when it comes to the elderly.  I think part of the reason is because I’m an immigrant, and so I understand the disconnect and the lost sensation that an elderly person might have after living most of their life in a country that was completely different, only to come to a new country with certain hopes and expectations that might not ever be fulfilled.  You know in the movie the Titanic, when the ship is sinking?  I cry the most when they show the lower deck and they show the immigrants who couldn’t read English frantically trying to decipher a sign so that they can get out of the ship. 

Seniors make me think about life in general… what I want to accomplish and what really matters.  They’ve done it all.. they’ve loved, they’ve lost.  I find that they have such a good grasp on things like money, and I am so humbled when I see the care with which they keep things.  I just get so angry when I work, or I’m at a store, or on the skytrain, when I see older people not get the respect they deserve.  If I’m not seated and I can’t give my seat up to a senior, I make sure they get a seat, even if I have to move somebody else.  Courtesy seats are there for a reason!! You cannot sit on them if someone who fits the description needs it! 

I work in a place that is sales oriented, and people who work there want commission and they often overlook customers that they think don’t have big buying potential and so seniors often get overlooked.  One time, there was an elderly man, and it was snowing outside.  He came in to get a webcam and no one was paying attention to him because they were all busy hunting for laptop sales.  When I saw him I immediately went to help and he told me that he was standing there for so long and that no one was helping him because he wasn’t buying anything big.  It just broke my heart because he was so old.. and another reason I was pissed off was because he had bussed to the store and it was SNOWING outside!  I just wanted to find his son or daughter or grown up grandchildren and throttle them.  Way to look after someone who has given you so much in life!  Let them walk to a store in the snow.  Goodness.  I’m getting pissed off right now thinking about it.  Anyway, at the time, I just went to the backroom and cried and cried.  I couldn’t go on the floor for the longest time because.. I guess he reminded me of my grandfather in a way (he passed away on June 6th).

I feel like I’m rambling… I basically just wanted to say that… I really care about the elderly and I hate when people disrespect them, or .. ignore them.. or don’t look after them.  Parent's give you so so so much in life and you should do everything in your power to take care of them as soon as you’re older and you have the ability to look after them. 

I love love but at the same time it’s super scary because I can’t imagine losing your partner in life.  I also can’t imagine being old and alone.  (Biggest fear.. losing everyone.. being alone.. both common themes for seniors.. see the connection now??).  I wouldn’t want to leave the house where all the memories were (I’m already super emo about the house that I grew up in… I just went by the other day and stood in front of it and cried).  I’m going to stop now because I’m really sleepy and really teary.

Mother Dearest

So.. it’s Mother’s day today, and my mom dropped me off at work in the morning and is working till 1130 at night tonight.  Not much of a Mother’s Day really.  I wanted to write a post on mom’s and my “me” (short for mummy”) but it’s too heavy of a topic because I really can’t do full justice to it right now.  I don’t think I did full justice to my topic on books either.  Things that mean SO much to a person.. it’s hard to explain that feeling in words.  So basically, Happy Mother’s Day to everyone and I’ll leave you with a few lines in Punjabi that sum up how I feel about my mom…

Is duniya vich.. jinney rishtey.. sab jhootey teh peh-roop

Maa da rishta sab toh sacha..

Maa hai Rab da roop.

Books (I couldn’t think of a better title.)

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I can’t believe I haven’t written about this subject before!  Books are my life.  I started reading in kindergarten and I can honestly say books were the only true friends that I had through elementary school.  During “free time” in class, I would choose to sit at my desk and read a book rather than play with other kids (partially because I was shy, but mainly because I found books more interesting than Pogs.  Ok, it was also partially because I was bullied a little as a kid lol.).  Teachers would praise my vocabulary but lament over how I didn’t interact with other students, and my parents were one of the few parents in the world that wished their child read less.
When I was really little (gr.1-2) I would read the amazing collection of books we had at home.  I loved books by Enid Blyton that were set in England with charming little English school children as their protagonists.  They would have tea with scones, go to boarding schools, and have amazing adventures at the sea during their school holidays.  It was all so “quaint” and “charming” and so unlike life as I knew it!  The kids had so much freedom to go about as they please, and their lives at home were almost always idyllic.  I would read amazingly illustrated books such as “The Folk of the Faraway Tree”, and "Grimm’s Fairy Tales” and it’s uncanny because the pictures in those books of a fairy or a dwarf or gnome are forever stuck in my head so if someone were to say “gnome” to me, I will to this day picture the gnomes from the illustrated books I used to read.  I still read those books occasionally and my favourite (The Folk of the Faraway Tree) is just as enchanting now as it was then.  I miss books like those, I haven’t seen any other children’s book that has that amount of creativity and storyline along with beautiful illustrations to this day.  If you know of any, do recommend it to me. 
Around grades 2-5 I graduated to slightly bigger books such as The Nancy Drew series, The Boxcar Children, The Hardy Boys, The Baby Sitters club, books by Judy Blume, Roald Dahl, and R.L Stine…tons of books that were in the library of my elementary school where I would spend every lunch hour.  Once I read those books, (I honestly read most of them), I graduated to telling my sister to bring books back from her junior high school’s library (they were the more grown up versions of R.L Stine’s books.. the Fear Street series etc whereas my elementary school only had Goosebumps).Yup, I was one of those kids… I went to the library during lunch hours.  Needless to say, I wasn’t a very sportive or popular child.  It’s funny because when I pick up a certain book that I read, I remember who I was at that time, more than a photograph of me when I was younger could tell me.  They’re like little keys to the mystery of who I am.
I would always borrow the maximum amount of books from the elementary library (a measly 4), and then borrow a huge amount of books from the local library.  The librarians (if they didn’t know me) would always comment and say “are you sure you’re going to get to read these all?” and I would laugh in my head like “Psh lady you have no idea.”  I read everyday, and I still do.  I can’t eat without reading (it’s a bad eating habit, much like watching tv when you eat because you consume a lot more food), I read before I sleep, I often read when I wake up, I read every spare moment I get.  Summer holidays to me were days that I would get to stay up late without being yelled at to go to sleep and read.  Days I could go outside and sit on the shed in my backyard by the apple trees and read.  Days I could walk down to “7/11 to get a slurpee” with friends but really I just wanted to go to the library.  A library to me is one of the most sacred and beautiful places in the world.  The libraries that I have posted pictures of above are libraries that I would love to visit one day!  Books just have a little voice, and so do libraries.  Maybe I sound crazy but I get a major thrill every time I go into a library.  I just wish I could stay there as much as I wanted, and uncover all the secrets each library (by way of their books) has to offer.  I honestly can’t explain the connection I have with libraries, it’s like another home to me.  Some people may feel at home on a basketball court, no matter where that court is in the world.  I feel the same way about libraries, and Gurudwaras. 
Today, I couldn’t even tell you what kind of books I love, because I really love them all.  I love the classics, I love light hearted “chick lits” (the book equivalent of a chick flick), and I love books by ethnic authors (mainly Indian authors).  Here are some of the books that I’ve liked over the past few years:
What the Body Remembers - Shauna Singh Baldwin
A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
Shantaram - Gregory David Roberts
Reconciliation - Benazir Bhutto
Londonstani - Gautam Malkani
Beneath A Marble Sky - John Shors
Family Matters - Rohinton Mistry
Brick Lane - Monica Ali
Bel Canto - Ann Patchett
Salt & Saffron - Kamila Shamsie
The Folk of the Faraway Tree - Enid Blyton
Harry Potter books - J.K Rowling
The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Valley of the Dolls - Jacqueline Susann
Daaku - Ranj Dhaliwal
P.S I Love You - Cecilia Ahern
Angels And Demons - Dan Brown
The White Tiger - Aravind Adiga
Q&A - Vikas Swarup
Bungalow 2 - Danielle Steel
Bitter Sweet - Roopa Farooki

Stick ‘em up!

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Now this is definitely not a sight you see everyday!  The illustrious Bachchan family were snapped happily fingering the paparazzi in Mumbai recently.  The reason behind the finger is that they had gone to cast their vote in the recent elections in India, and when you vote, the voters get ink on their middle finger… so really they’re just extremely proud voters!  Love them or hate them, this family always makes a mark everywhere they go.  I adore them! 

Luck

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A penny, a rabbit’s foot, a playoff beard all have one word in common.  Luck.  Why do people grow playoff beards?  They grow them so that their favoured team does well during playoffs as they think it will bring their team luck.  I don’t know the origin of why a rabbit’s foot would be lucky, nor do I know who coined the phrase “lucky penny” but I do know that I possess great quantities of luckiness.  Did I just “jinx” myself?  I suppose that if I believe in luck, I should believe in jinxes, but I don’t feel that I’m jinxing myself at all.  I think part of the reason I am lucky is because I view things in a positive light.

I have my share of bad luck, where bad things happen to me I suppose, but I never really view anything as bad (unless I’m in a really depressed mood).  I’m a big believer in “everything happens for a reason.”  Also, I’m of the viewpoint that if things aren’t going according to plan, then you should be extremely happy.  Why?  If thing’s aren’t going according to your plan, then you should realize that they’re going according to God’s ultimate plan, and since God is a lot smarter than us, you should feel safe and secure in the fact that whatever is happening is going to eventually end up for the best!  Life is so much simpler when you look at things that way.  Some people may say that I have too much of a carefree attitude, or that I’m too blasé about things.  I completely disagree.  I chalk up a lot of things to luck and I do consider myself to be a very lucky girl, yes, but half of my luck is preparation.  If something good happens to you and you’re not ready for it, then it’s a waste.  You have to be prepared and do your share of the work, and then, when you do get lucky, you’re ready for it!

I’m lucky by just being born to the family I was born in.  I’m lucky that I have the opportunities and freedom that I do have.  I’m lucky that there’s nothing physically or mentally wrong with me (I mean in terms of illnesses, etc, not whether or not I look like a supermodel).  I’m lucky because I have people who care deeply about me.  I’m lucky because even though I’m such a forgetful person that I leave things everywhere…somehow or the other, I get it back in the end.  A friend or a passerby might come after me with my wallet, or cell phone that I left behind, or I might come back to a car parked in a mall’s parking lot 2 hours later during peak Christmas season and find that the cell phone I had carelessly placed on the trunk was STILL THERE.  I’m lucky that someone picked up my USB drive and handed it in to security.  I’m lucky that I got exactly the grades I wanted to get this semester.  I’m lucky, I just am.

Insomniac

I wish I could fall asleep on the phone everyday.  Talking on the phone is one of the few things that help me fall asleep, because I’m so relaxed and comfortable and I can just doze off listening to someone’s voice (ok truthfully, not just ANYONE’s voice, I would feel so odd falling asleep to like, some random person’s voice, they would have to be a really good friend).  I’ve fallen asleep on the phone with two people…and just like what I said above, they were really good friends.  Unfortunately for me, it’s not possible to fall asleep on the phone everyday because either:

  • they’re cool with it but their battery dies and they don’t want that to happen
  • they think it’s odd/weird/psychotic..why would you want to listen to someone breathing?
  • they find it offensive if you feel sleepy.. If you feel feel sleepy, just tell the person and have the courtesy to say “I’m going to go to sleep now, goodnight!”  (If people feel this way.. to my defence, if I’m falling asleep I’m usually not conscious enough to say that I’m falling asleep ((because HELLO, I’M FALLING ASLEEP so that whole argument above is kind of void)), and even if someone asks me if I’m sleepy and if we should get off the phone - my subconscious is programmed to say “no, no I’m awake”.  It’s just the way I am, love me or hate me!)

I don’t think wanting to fall asleep listening to someone’s voice or breathing is weird at all (but then again, it might just be some weird psychological thing with me.. I used to fall asleep at people’s houses when our family went to go visit other families).  What I mean is, biologically or naturally or whatever, living creatures are just wired like that (for humans it’s usually women and children).  When a new puppy comes into a household, a hot water bottle and a clock is often wrapped up so that the puppy can fall asleep thinking it’s their mother.  When children are small, they often fall asleep listening to their mother or father telling them a bed-time story.  Maybe I’m just too much of a people person.  I just feel safe, comfortable, and connected to the person I suppose and that’s why I start dozing off.  Based on what I’ve heard, some people would think it’s cute and wouldn’t mind, and some people hate people who fall asleep on phones.  What do you think about falling asleep on the phone?  Do you hate people who do that to you or do you find yourself falling asleep on the phone?  When I went on vacation, the only way I could fall asleep was by having my headphones in my ears and listening to music.  I’ve also bought cd’s that had 80 minutes of ocean wave sounds, or 80 minutes of a rainstorm.  The ocean waves’ cd gave me terrible dreams (I can’t swim and am super afraid of drowning), and the rainstorm one was ok but I lost it.

I bet the more you read my blog, the weirder you think I am.  This isn’t the half of it honey!

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Exposed

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Writing on a blog makes you feel so exposed and vulnerable.  It kind of sucks because, anything you have posted or write about is there forever.  Your opinions could be taken the wrong way, or people can think that you think a certain way about something, when actually you don’t feel that way at all. 

That sounds kind of funny right, seeing as how it’s a personal blog, how can someone think I feel a certain way about something without me actually feeling that way?  It’s the inferences that people make about a post.  I might not express or state how I feel about something but just by writing about that subject, people might think certain things.  For example, just because I’ve written a few posts on contact lenses and eyelashes, people might think that it’s the only thing I care about and that I’m superficial.  Also, I could feel a myriad of different emotions about a certain topic, and choose to write about only one feeling that I have regarding that topic.  For example: anyone can look at my previous post and think a lot of different things.  They can think that I’m healthy, unhealthy, stupid, smart, insecure, secure…lots of different things!  Which adjectives are closer to the truth about how I really am?  Maybe both.  I believe that my weight is a healthy weight although my diet is not healthy.  I believe that I want to be healthy and that it would be a good thing if I thought a little bit more about diet and exercise.  Due to the fact that I was writing about weight, I decided to be overly critical about my own body, with descriptions and photos that might help the reader who doesn’t know me personally.  I could have just posted a picture of myself, but I didn’t feel comfortable doing that at this point.  This doesn’t mean that I hate the way I currently am, or that I compare myself to celebrities or that my post was the only way that I feel about my body.  So, that’s an example of how I may only post about one aspect of how I feel.

What goes behind a blog post?  The answer: lots of Google searches.  I write about anything that captures my fancy, and I often Google images of what I’m writing about to give a better visual to readers.  For example, I never actually coveted Michelle Obama’s arms before.  I did notice that in comparison to other First Ladies, she looked a lot more toned and fit, but I didn’t have her picture on my bedroom wall with the words “dream arms” scribbled over them or anything.  I Googled (yes, Googled is a verb) “toned arms” and that is what popped up and I thought, “hey, she does have some pretty strong looking arms”, so bam, she became part of my post.  Have I ever noticed Mischa Barton’s arms before?  Nope, not at all.  I just wanted to describe how I feel my arms don’t look that way, and so I Googled “skinny arms” and her picture popped up.  So, there you go…secrets behind how I post.   

Why did I write this post/what’s the point?  I guess because I realized that, people judge you.  Which is both a good thing and a bad thing.  Of course, I write about what’s on my mind and it is a reflection or insight into my mind and how I think about things but sometimes things can be viewed in a different way than I intended.  I also wanted you to know why I write certain things, or how I go about it. 

Best Body I Can Have

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That, dear readers, was one of the goals that I had written in my “50 Goals in Life” when I was in junior high.  So far, with all the other goals, I’ve actually been doing pretty good!  Except for the body goal. 

I’m not fat or skinny, I’d say I’m thin.  If you look at me straight on from left to right, I’m pretty small…hold on, why don’t I just go measure myself?…Ok, here goes.  My bust = 32, waist = 24 and hips = 34 and I’m 5 feet 3 and 3/4” (I think the average model with my stats would be about 5’7” or 5’8” which is scary).  My average weight is 107 lbs.  I fit size 23 jeans in Guess, and otherwise size zero jeans at other stores, and I’m a small in tops from any store.  Once I start eating throughout the day (remember that McDonalds post I had a while ago?).. my stomach expands..picture an African malnourished child..you know how they have those protruding bellies?  That’s me (well not THAT extreme but you get the idea), except I’m not malnourished.. I just have a small frame and my belly comes out because it’s not toned.  The other thing about me is in comparison to the size of my waist and the rest of my body, my arms are like giant bowling pins.  I don’t have naturally skinny arms that other girls my size tend to have (think of Mischa Barton’s arms).  My arms are more along the size of Michelle Obama’s arms (except nowhere near as toned).  The First Lady has my DREAM arms right now:
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I would love to have curves like Beyonce:
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So…what to do, what to do?  I do a lot of cardio which is currently allowing me to stay at this weight because God knows, with my eating habits and junk food consumption I should look like a baby elephant.  I’m starting to do ab excercises and resistance band training at home (it’s been 2 days ahha so we’ll see how long that lasts but that goal sheet I made when I was in junior high is very important to me so I’m def going to try hard).  My legs aren’t too shabby because I do bhangra which involves a lot of squatting but I’ll incorporate some leg excercises too I suppose…possibly, wall sits and lunges.  Other than that, I’m going to cut out junk foods except on weekends and reduce portion sizes, and I’m eating a green tea pill twice a day.  I should probably buy some multivitamins but I’m broke right now so I’ll save that for when I have some money.  Going to the gym is out of the question because I have no desire to get there using public transport, nor do I want to pay for gym membership.  On top of bhangra (youtube it, if you don’t know what I’m talking about), I have this mini trampoline in my room which I dance, jump, sing, bounce on occasionally but I’m planning on doing it for about 20-30 minutes everyday (while contracting my abs of course!).

Hopefully, I stick to it!  I think posting my progress on this blog might help me so I’ll be keeping you posted.  I’m not at all concerned with having six pack abs or anything like that.  I actually don’t mind my body right now, it’s pretty decent but it’s just not “the best” I can be.  I just want a stronger core, one that doesn’t expand like a dry sponge absorbing water as soon as I eat my first meal of the day.  I also, really, really want toned arms.  That’s about it.  I’m not looking to lose weight, just tone up, but there is def a layer of fat that needs to go so I hope I don’t end up too skinny.  Some junk in the trunk is always a good thing, right fellas?

Circle Lenses!





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After my last post I've been quite curious about this whole double eyelid, Asian eye surgery phenomenon. 


The girl in the white top is hot, the girl with the blue contacts is just scaring me and the girl with the painting/drawing of herself is cute as a button, with big brown eyes and all..but the thing is she looks remarkably like those anime cartoons.. you know.. kind of like the girl in her drawing!  I mean, I can't tell if that's a self portrait or a cartoonized version of her, but I guess it’s both since she looks like a cartoon.  It's the Sailor Moon look! Apparently looking like this is a great thing though and is really attractive in South East Asia!  Young girls and guys are using plastic surgery and contact lenses called "circle lenses", which is what all the girls above are wearing to achieve this look.

Circle contact lenses are basically regular contact lenses, but they give the effect of an enlarged pupil and a bigger iris, as they have an extra ring of colour to make your eyes look bigger.  I don't have a problem per se with contact lenses or coloured contact lenses but I do have a problem with getting plastic surgery to make yourself look like a cartoon because it happens to be the "in" thing at the moment.  Unfortunately, I can’t comment on the girls above as I have no idea if they have had plastic surgery done, but they did have their pictures posted and talked about how they were wearing circle lenses, so that part is confirmed.  With contacts, sure, it's fun to wear them sometimes and change up your look - who wouldn't want to be able to have limpid brown eyes one night and sparkling baby blue's the next?  I've tried coloured contact lenses before and I totally would get some again if I wasn't so paranoid about ruining my eyes.  I wouldn't however wear them all the time or get contacts that are so obviously fake.  I think coloured contact lenses should be treated somewhat like makeup.  Someone (usually in the case of men because girls do tend to notice things like makeup) should look at you and say "wow you have really nice eyes", not think "omg that girl wears a lot of eye shadow".  Likewise with contact lenses, I feel that they should look somewhat natural.  For the unfortunate girl above with the blue contacts, they do not look natural.  In fact, when you look at that girl, I bet the first thing that pops out at you are her contact lenses.  I just don't understand why anyone would want that to be the case!  

Side story: The other day I was coming home from school and I saw this really pretty girl while waiting for the Skytrain with what looked like a fur coat instead of eyelashes.  Literally, she didn’t have eyelashes she had a fur coat for her eyes.  Semi-fake-nice person that I was, I asked her, “wow I love your eyelashes, are they real?” and she responded with, “oh no, they’re from Shoppers Drug Mart, this Quo brand, I stack them though”, giggles, “I put three on each eye.”  My eyes went 8-| I said “WHAT you wear three on each eye?!”  She said, “yeah, everyday”.  I honestly, don’t understand why anyone would wake up every day in the morning and put three pairs of fake eyelashes on each eye.  Seriously, most of these girls need an intervention.  Their eyes are beautiful the way they are, the shape of it, the monolid, everything!  Of course, girls all around the world have complexes and each culture or race has their own issues.  I guess I just wish we could all be happy the way we are.

If You Haven’t Already Seen This…

…You’ve been living under a rock.  Susan Boyle is creating a storm around the world!  Twitter, YouTube, and TV stations all around the world are broadcasting Susan’s story.
I had seen the name Susan Boyle in someone’s status on Facebook...  Curious, I Googled her and watched the video above in amazement with tears rolling down my face.  Honestly, this was one of the best thing’s I’ve seen in a long, long time. 
Firstly, I thought she was such a cutie and such a sweetheart when they interviewed her in the beginning and she talked about how she’s “never been kissed!..but it’s not an advert!”.  It was so.. charming!  Then when she went on stage I felt so bad for her because I couldn’t believe that people were laughing and giggling at her.  I felt like saying…can’t you see that she’s normal?!  She’s not some psycho little cat lady (ok maybe she is a little cat lady but she’s not psycho).  I figured anyone could tell by the way she conducted herself that she was just a sweet person with a sense of humour!  Honestly, when she said “I’ve never been given a chance before, but here’s hoping it will change!” I already had tears in my eyes.  Yea, I am a very emotional person and I cry easily but it just breaks my heart to see people get made fun of.  I fully know how she feels.  I was bullied when I was a kid (my confession of the day hehe) and when I see people who just have this innocence about them get “dogged” on I feel so sad. 

I’m super duper glad that she rocked the house.  She’s a strong cookie for getting up on that stage, because so many people give up on their dreams.  The determination in her eyes right before she started singing was inspiring.  I can’t stop watching this video.  It just sucks that people judge others so fast…not everyone in life has to be overdone and glossed up.  I think Susan is beautiful, I’m so in love with her right now.  I hope she makes it big and becomes successful, but overall I hope that people will take a little more time out of their lives to appreciate all humans.. and not judge someone that fast!  How often would you just walk by a lady like Susan Boyle on the street without even noticing her?  When did we all become so superficial?  I’m going to do a bit of soul searching and watch the video mmm fifty more times!  You guys.. do some soul searching too..don’t let the power of Susan fade away.  We should learn from this…1.) NEVER. GIVE. UP. ON. YOUR. DREAMS!!!  2.) Don’t judge a book by its cover.
ONE MORE THING – Simon is so freaking cute when he smiles.

Seriously, people?!

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So I was in the bathroom at school one day putting on some makeup when a pretty girl who looked like a shorter version of Zhang Ziyi walked in. She whipped out her makeup bag and we smiled at each other through the mirror. Then she pulled out this weird looking eyelash curler. I stared at it for so long trying to figure out what it was but couldn’t figure it out. She took out what looked like white nail polish and raised the brush towards her face, and caught my eye in the mirror. Embarrassed, I looked away, packed up my stuff and left the bathroom. I was super curious and it always kind of bugged me that I never asked her what it was that she was going to do.
My curiosity ended when I came across this YouTube video that I have posted. I can’t believe people are so obsessed with having a double eyelid that they’re willing to put glue on their eyelids, and poke and prod at it. I have a huge lid and it’s super deep and sunken in, and I absolutely hate how I can’t do a “smokey eye” effect with eye shadow because it would just look like I got punched in the eye because my eyes are so deep set. I remember always admiring Asian girls because they always had amazing eye makeup and it always looked so sexy, seductive and gave them this mysterious quality, whereas I always looked like a baby doll.
I just think this is really weird, and it makes me sad that so many people feel this way about their eyes. It’s not like regular plastic surgery where one girl or guy feels bad about their appearance and wants to get plastic surgery done. That is small because it is on such a personal level. This is major, because it’s a huge percentage of my generation that feel that they need to change a feature that is racially identifiable. It’s a HUGE problem! I don’t know why so many people feel this way, but it freaks me out. I really don’t know what to say about this whole thing but it saddens me. Let me know what you think…More on this to come!

Britney's Vancouver Concert



Yup, this is the same Britney that's featured in the Candies ad that I have posted below. I knew there was an over zealous Photoshop maniac working on those ads! Seriously, if they wanted someone to show off the cute little swimsuits they have for the Fall collection, they could have picked Nicole Scherzinger from the PCD or something rather than picking Britney and taking 30 lbs off her. Britney's not fat by any means, but she doesn't have the body that most celebrities strive for. I'm so sick of all the fakeness. Oh and small mention about the Britney Spear's Circus 09 concert I just went to...she stopped the show after 3 songs. Why? Apparently there was too much smoke, and everyone in the stadium was requested to butt out their cigarettes. I'm honestly pretty sure that no one was smoking so I don't know why she felt the stadium was too smoky to perform. I mean, it couldn't possibly have been her own fifty smoke machines that were spewing smoke into the air, could it? What a douchebag. Way to go Britney!

Yikes!


Do they even look like the same girl? Ok, clearly, Sonam Kapoor is still pretty because her cheekbones are sky high and she has a nice nose, but WOW she really needs the makeup to shine! Without the makeup, she looks like a normal, albeit pretty, girl off the street. *Lightbulb* so thisss is why stars are always wearing sunglasses! Here I was thinking it was just because their eyes hurt from the flashbulbs...silly me.

Noir Lash Lounge




Note: Click on the picture to enlarge.


I love eyes. If someone has really pretty, big, nicely shaped, symmetrical eyes, that person is just super beautiful to me. Even if they have a nose the size of Pinocchio, the eyes are what get me every single time! (And dimples.. ooh I love dimples :P ) Celebrities whose eyes I luurveee: Aishwarya Rai Bachchan, Catherine Zeta Jones, Angelina Jolie, Nicole Richie, Rihanna, Persian model Claudia Lynx, Nicole Richie, and Bollywood babes Rani Mukherjee and Vidya Balan.. just off the top of my head.

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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.

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