Awards and Tags

I was so happy to find out that Sophia gave me the "Kreativ Blogger" award. That was really sweet of her. She has an awesome blog, by the way, so definitely check it out.

And then she tagged me in a couple things, which are below.

"Show your Hearts" tag
With as much creativity as you can muster, show your heart in: 1 picture, 1 poem, 1 song/piece of music, 1 phrase or quote, 1 piece of clothing, 1 place, and (just for fun) 1 Disney princess.

Picture

(This was the first picture Rian ever took of us. I adore it because not only am I with the man I love, but we're in my favorite park. The one in the middle of the city that makes you feel like you're in the middle of nowhere. The one where life seems to disappear.)

Poem

This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, --
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

-Emily Dickinson

(I have been obsessed with Dickinson for the past six years. And this poem always reminds me of that apprehension I harbor towards sharing my writing. You pour your heart onto paper...and then it's no longer yours).

Song

I will never tire of hearing "Everyday is Like Sunday" by Morrissey. It was the song that made me fall in love with him. It is the song that I turn to when I'm sad or thoughtful.

Quote
"A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night."-Marilyn Monroe

Clothing

(I own a collection of white, flowing sundresses. There's something so crisp and fresh and clean about them that makes me so happy it is summer).

Place

Chicago!


Disney Princess

(Spoiled, overprotected, restless and fab. Sound familiar? Hehe).


The "Questions" Tag

Answer the questions on your blog, replace one question you dislike with a question of your own invention; add a question of your own.

What is your current obsession? Being thin
What are you wearing right now? Tight-fitting black Express shirt, CK blue jeans, and Puma tennis shoes (lame today, I know).
Who was the last person you hugged? Rian
If you were a tree, what tree would you be? Palm (I just want to be in the sun all year. Is that too much to ask?)
What’s for dinner? Nothing (see question 1)
What was the last thing you bought? The new Lily Allen CD
What is your favorite TV show? Three's Company :)
What is your favourite weather? Depends on my mood. Today I wanted it to be bright and sunny, which it was!
What’s on your beside table? jewelry box, lamp, cell phone
Say something to the person/s who tagged you: She has a fab sense of style!
If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be? Palm Beach (Florida)
Where are you typing from right now? my parents' house
A book you're currently reading? Shopaholic Ties the Knot
What would you like to have in your hands right now? hundred dollar bills
What is your favourite tea flavour? chai
What did you eat for breakfast? nothing (see question 1)
What did you want to become as a child? A television news reporter
What is your fantasy? Rich, gorgeous, fab, thin

I'm passing on the Kreativ Blogger award and the two tags to the following girls.

Kae Ri

Nadine

Morena

La Femme Chic

Jen

Some of you were tagged already by others, but I don't care. These tags are just basically my way of saying I think you're awesome and I love your blog.

Yay! Have a great rest of the weekend. There's not much of it left! Eep!

Dear Diary

One of my biggest regrets about my life so far is that I've never kept a diary.

And that's bizarre because writing is my life. Growing up, I always wrote short stories and did the whole school newspaper thing, of course. But for the most part, I preferred to spend my free time living life rather than writing about it.

And it's a shame because there are so many memories I want preserved, in every detail, that are slipping away from me:

My first kiss (We were 14 and I wasn't really into him, but out of curiosity let him take me to the swimming pool bleachers for a quick tongue war between classes).

My first boyfriend (His name was Jeff and we were 16 and spent every waking minute together, whether it be hiking in the woods all day or going to movies or walking around town aimlessly while planning our wedding...he is now a homosexual party boy in NYC).

My babysitting disasters (i.e. One girl smashed a wall of her house with a baseball bat because I wouldn't let her boyfriend come over and then proceeded to put her little brother in the dryer).

My college dating disasters (i.e. One guy took me out to a series of poetry readings and declared I was his soulmate, and then took off for Ireland a week later without telling me. Never heard from him again).

My first pair of Jimmy Choo heels (sigh).

And so forth.

This blog has really helped me start the diary process... I don't have the time right now to sit down and right a detailed version of every single day. But at least this helps me jot down the important events in my life and a little taste of my thoughts.

But oh how I wish I had kept one back then...I guess for now I'm just writing down all the memories I have while I still have them...

Jenny Benny

This is a shout out to my sister, Jenn.

(Okay, she's not really my sister. But a Chinese woman at the mall three years ago accidentally took us for that, so it only validates our claim that we should be).

We were socially awkward 13-year-olds who met in middle school. She was adorable and sweet and the friendliest girl at school. I was a little monster with crooked teeth and long, stringy hair who never wore the same outfit twice. I owned more pleated skirts than necessary. (My fashion Bibles at the time were Seventeen and Clueless).

We clicked instantly. We immediately declared sisterhood. We chased cute boys together. We volunteered at the library together. We took silly photography and art classes together. We shopped together. We did photo shoots together. We played Sweet Valley High board games together. And for the past eleven years, our bond has only gotten stronger.

And I have been so proud to watch her grow into a gorgeous, intelligent, and classy woman.

She is now a graduate student in Milwaukee, perfecting her vocals for when she becomes a big Broadway or Hollywood star.

We don't see each other as often as we should now, which sucks. But that's what happens when you grow up. But we see each other everyday on Facebook and talk as often as we can on the phone. And we are going to see each other this summer.

But I still miss her terribly...



Happy birthday, Jenn! I hope you have a fabulous day.

Ab fab

Okay, so I didn't have to pull a Garbo after all.
With pills galore, I managed to reduce my cold symptoms and spend a fab day with Kerrie on the town. We went fashion literature shopping, had lunch with her bad-ass boyfriend, went clothes/shoes/bags shopping, and then uploaded dorky photos to our facebook profiles.

And the best part is, despite Vogue India ($12), we didn't spend a damn thing. Yay! The entire day was perfect. (Although we did almost get kicked out of one dressing room for a minor incident involving a cigarette, camera, and excessive giggling).

We spent the afternoon shielded in Nanette Lepore, Prada, Etro, and Jimmy Choo. And we got ideas for our serious shopping trip later this spring.

My happiness will only be complete if I can get rid of this freaking cold. Sigh.

Kerrie needed leather as her boyfriend recently purchased a motorcycle


We only use dressing rooms that have chandeliers.

Blah blah blah

I had such a blah day today. And that makes me sad because it's Friday.

First, for the past two days I have had the worst flu. Yesterday I was throwing up and had a fever and sore throat.

This morning, I woke up with no fever, but my throat felt like it had razor blades in it. So Rian made me this Mexican hot cocoa, which we picked up from Little Mexico a few weeks ago. It tasted like dirt. No matter how many sugar cubes I put in it, I could not keep it from tasting like soil. And then I looked at the box and found out the dirt drink had cost me 400 calories.

And then I went out to lunch with fellow reporter friend Meredith. The pizza parlor was busy, but Meredith got her slice after 25 minutes. I eventually got mine after one hour and thirty minutes. And that was after continually asking the waiter about it. And he had the nerve to act irritated every time I asked about my pizza. And what's even more ironic is that Meredith ordered the fancy Greek slice, which has olives and feta cheese and onions, etc. Mine was just plain pepperoni. And then when I got my pizza, it was cold and gross and the crust was burnt. I still feel nauseous from it.

And my afternoon at work was miserable because I was feeling dizzy from my cold medicine and nauseous from the pizza and depressed because of my measly salary.

Oh, and then my friend, Ahmad, had the audacity to be mad at me this afternoon because I refused to pick up a package tomorrow for him at a post office 45 minutes away from my apartment and drive it an additional two hours to him in St. Joseph. Because I'm a fucking UPS delivery man, right? Hell no.

Gawd, I hope this weekend kicks ass. Or I'm going to have to pull a Garbo.

I'm back!

Finally back from Chicago. It was a whirlwind weekend but somehow I survived.

Here's how it went:

Saturday
I spent most of the night with my mom and her siblings at a trashy little redneck bar in the middle of town. They only had one kind of beer, one kind of wine, and a giant karaoke stage. But the drinks were cheap and the place was about half full. I drank five glasses of wine and cheered loudly when my mom and aunts sang drunken versions of eighties classics.

Sunday
My aunt's house was packed. It was the first time in 20 years my entire family (mom's side) had gotten together. Children were running and screaming everywhere. Snacks and sandwich food blanketed tables in every room. I got to catch up with a few cousins from Phoenix. It was awesome.



Monday
This day was a test for me. My parents decided to spend the entire day in Little India...shopping! Torture, indeed. I spent four miserable hours going shop to shop, with no money in my pocket and no credit card in my wallet. Glittery gold necklaces and shimmering bangles stared up at me. I ran my hand through the soft, silk saris decorating store aisles...hot pink...mango orange...lime green. Fortunately, my dad felt sorry for me and bought me some sparkling royal blue bangles. My mom felt sorry for me and purchased me two silk shirts (one in soft yellow and the other a bold white with a pink trim). We spent the evening eating delicious spicy curries and creamy sugary desserts from my dad's favorite Indian cafe.

Tuesday
I come home to find out two great pieces of news: One, I wasn't let go. Two, I get to keep my job for good--no more three year contract!

So this vacation really did me some good. It's the first time I've come back and felt relaxed. Most of my stress is gone.

I hope it lasts!

Chicago!

Going to Chicago for a few days. So I probably wont' be blogging until Tuesday...

Off to visit family and meet some family! Off to shop without spending money. Off to eat delicious deep-dish pizza and authentic Indian food and gyros from a truck!

Off to forget my life!

Ciao!