proage dnage
i've never understood the desire of many to cling to the fountain of youth, it's not just the desire to pack on the foundation, lay on the powder and start getting perms and colour treatments when you're 40 or spending your retirement funds on botox and designer anti-ageing products but the way you feel inside - like a wrinkly, saggy old prune because that's what you look on the outside. no pretty young thing is going to shake his little booty at you now lady. yeah, perving on that young thing in white skinny jeans and pink converse sneakers and making passes at him ain't going to get winks anymore. no. maybe a few teenage giggles and a restraining order from his parents. wearing staggering high heels and short skirts with platinum blonde hair like donatella versace ain't hot when you're forty with a bad tan. no. maybe a sportscraft polo, country road shorts and diana ferrari sandals make a sexier forty year old.
on the streets i see these women, at work i see these women, we are confronted with these women all the time - these women that want to cling onto the image of themselves at seventeen, like the photo in their yearbook when they were young, vibrant and beautiful or those pictures that were taken at nineteen with red lipstick in a tiny shift dress and pumps. i want to give them a pinch! i think the only sexy old lady to dress in sky-high heels and short christopher kane minis and pull it off would be carine roitfeld (editor-in-chief of paris vogue), just because she's generally cheery, a fashion industry insider and highly fashionable. note: carine is 51 years old - normally i'd be repulsed if it was anyone other than her.
oh, i sincerely admire the french - impeccably dressed no matter the season, the weather or the mood. i will dedicate a post to the french one of these fine days, yes i will.
i am officially two decades old since the second of october and i feel old. i can no longer feel legitimate to observe high school boys up close - only from afar because i will feel like a pedophile and no twenty year old girl wants to crush on a fourteen year old boy. no. nor can i wear short skirts and knee-high socks anymore. do i want to look thirteen with a face and curves of a twenty year old? no. ok, maybe if it lands me a modelling job but honestly. how about sporting an emo fringe, dyed black hair and bratz and elmo backpacks at twenty? i can't imagine maintaining an emo/punk rock image and get away with it once i'm past twenty-five.
my god, speaking of which i've seen teenagers nowadays and they frighten me. don't get me started on the opposite end of the spectrum where kids as young as fourteen are roaming the city streets with massive fringes, black clothes, coffee and cigarettes or girls as young as twelve wanting to wear make-up, padded bras, heels, miniskirts and boob tubes. or even worse, kids as young as eight saying 'fuck', 'dickhead' and 'shit'. i'm not even going to bother censoring that. generation y are a bunch of aimless, materialistic, spoilt, rude, impolite, promiscuous, narcissistic kids. i'm not ashamed to admit it but sometimes on a given day i fall into this category but i wasn't like this at twelve. no.
RATATOUILLE! RATATOUILLE! RATATOUILLE! RATATOUILLE! RATATOUILLE!
click here for a film excerpt.
I SAW THIS MOVIE JUST TODAY WITH MY CLOSE FRIENDS AT MY BIRTHDAY! BEST ANIMATION I'VE SEEN THIS YEAR! (a definate dvd must have) ♥
ALSO THE BEST PRESENTS, THE BEST COMPANY AND GENERALLY, IT WAS A GREAT LUNCHEON! THANK YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!
p.s. i will have a birthday party post soon - just got to finish off a few assignments.
p.p.s. mitchell, i have finished your short story. it is amazingly enticing, and i really really enjoyed it. i think in some aspects, in some ways i felt i could relate to it, it felt intensely personal reading it =)
on the streets i see these women, at work i see these women, we are confronted with these women all the time - these women that want to cling onto the image of themselves at seventeen, like the photo in their yearbook when they were young, vibrant and beautiful or those pictures that were taken at nineteen with red lipstick in a tiny shift dress and pumps. i want to give them a pinch! i think the only sexy old lady to dress in sky-high heels and short christopher kane minis and pull it off would be carine roitfeld (editor-in-chief of paris vogue), just because she's generally cheery, a fashion industry insider and highly fashionable. note: carine is 51 years old - normally i'd be repulsed if it was anyone other than her.
oh, i sincerely admire the french - impeccably dressed no matter the season, the weather or the mood. i will dedicate a post to the french one of these fine days, yes i will.
i am officially two decades old since the second of october and i feel old. i can no longer feel legitimate to observe high school boys up close - only from afar because i will feel like a pedophile and no twenty year old girl wants to crush on a fourteen year old boy. no. nor can i wear short skirts and knee-high socks anymore. do i want to look thirteen with a face and curves of a twenty year old? no. ok, maybe if it lands me a modelling job but honestly. how about sporting an emo fringe, dyed black hair and bratz and elmo backpacks at twenty? i can't imagine maintaining an emo/punk rock image and get away with it once i'm past twenty-five.
my god, speaking of which i've seen teenagers nowadays and they frighten me. don't get me started on the opposite end of the spectrum where kids as young as fourteen are roaming the city streets with massive fringes, black clothes, coffee and cigarettes or girls as young as twelve wanting to wear make-up, padded bras, heels, miniskirts and boob tubes. or even worse, kids as young as eight saying 'fuck', 'dickhead' and 'shit'. i'm not even going to bother censoring that. generation y are a bunch of aimless, materialistic, spoilt, rude, impolite, promiscuous, narcissistic kids. i'm not ashamed to admit it but sometimes on a given day i fall into this category but i wasn't like this at twelve. no.
RATATOUILLE! RATATOUILLE! RATATOUILLE! RATATOUILLE! RATATOUILLE!
click here for a film excerpt.
I SAW THIS MOVIE JUST TODAY WITH MY CLOSE FRIENDS AT MY BIRTHDAY! BEST ANIMATION I'VE SEEN THIS YEAR! (a definate dvd must have) ♥
ALSO THE BEST PRESENTS, THE BEST COMPANY AND GENERALLY, IT WAS A GREAT LUNCHEON! THANK YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!
p.s. i will have a birthday party post soon - just got to finish off a few assignments.
p.p.s. mitchell, i have finished your short story. it is amazingly enticing, and i really really enjoyed it. i think in some aspects, in some ways i felt i could relate to it, it felt intensely personal reading it =)