Top 10 Good Looking People Problems

          Firstly, I'd  like to congratulate everyone on their CAPE/CXC examination results! So CONGRATULATIONS!!! Looks like being more religious this year to thank God for my results last year really paid off for this year as well =) <3  I must say that I was really surprised and grateful for my results,because for me it wasn't so easy and thus I can undoubtedly say that the only thing more difficult than exams is .... being Good Looking.
         Yes, I may be a honorary Ugly person, but I am also a self-proclaimed Good Looking person, and I can tell you that it is no walk in the park. It's a hard life, and people always assume that you have the best of everything just because you're Good Looking. We may not have the best of everything but we almost always get our way just because of our Good Looks, but damn! It just isn't easy! Before I was a self-proclaimed Good Looking person, I would always assume that their life was perfect and that everyone loved them and that if I was Good Looking, things would finally be easier. But now that I am a self-proclaimed Good Looking person, I see that having the perfect life, and being loved by everyone is part of the package but it isn't so easy. It's as if I've brought the 11th plague upon myself. Imagine a world where you have nothing to wear, because you're too sexy for your shirt! The horror! Being Good Looking is quite stressful, and yes I've never actually experienced the stresses of being a Good looking person since I'm not,[I know it's difficult, through practice simulations =P] but I've done my research to bring to you the Top 10 Good Looking People Problems, in a very random order, just so you'll know that beauty like this is more a curse than a gift.

Top 10 Good Looking People Problems:-

GLPP#1 - Be A Model.
          So imagine yourself casually walking down the road and someone randomly stops you and says, "Oh my God! You have the perfect height and body, and your bone structure is amazing! You're so Good Looking, you should be a model!". Ok yes, it's flattering  the first  every time, but gosh is it annoying?! I mean yes being a model looks nice and all, but just because people are Good Looking, it doesn't mean you want to flaunt your body for the world to see! Good Looking people have dreams of becoming highly respected business men and women, doctors, lawyers, engineers etc., where they get to cover themselves up with suits, scrubs, lab coats and coveralls. They have these high dreams and aspirations but does anyone ever stop them to say, " Holy Shit!!! You have the perfect look to be a doctor!!!", NOOOOooo..... To make matters worse, people are always entering you name into beauty pageants and competitions just because they know you're Good Looking and will win, but they never stop to ask if this is what you want to do. It's almost as if you have no control over your own life!  Priyanka Chopra is a fine example of this, as her mother and brother nominated her for Miss World despite her being busy and working hard towards being an engineer. Did she win? Yes. But despite her having won the Miss World title, and becoming a most popular and well famed Bollywood actress backed by many awards, and having her own solo album...... it was done against her will all because of her Good Looks.


GLPP#2 - Stalkers.
          That word says it all! Stalkers... You know you're officially Good Looking when you've got yourself some stalkers. It might seem really creepy at first but it takes some getting used to. It's part of the natural cycle of life; ugly person sees really Good Looking person and crushes on them majorly, but yet they're too shy and scared to approach that person because they know that they'll get rejected and nobody likes to get rejected, so instead of undergoing the humiliation they just stand from a far and admire the Good Looks. All Good Looking people have stalkers, and well yes it's freaky, but you need to learn to cope with this very natural part of life. Stalkers can vary; some just admire from Facebook pictures, some like hard copies of pictures so they can kiss and so they build a shrine and well others like the action live so they'd follow you around your daily life, sometimes with a camcorder to record some action for keepsakes. It's a dangerous life, but your Good Looks enslave you to such generous service. Tough luck.


GLPP#3 - Everyone Flirts.
          Parties are the usual place where drunk guys and gals like to flirt up a storm, but when you're Good Looking, people don't need to be drunk! As soon as you enter the party, everyone's on you like a fly on shit. You made the worst mistake of not coming with a date, so everyone knows you're single and wants to dance with you, people are even winking at you from the far far end of the room. Bringing a date wouldn't have helped your situation at all, since people act as if your date isn't even there. And well it doesn't stop at the night life, IT'S EVERYWHERE! Everywhere you go, people want a go at your sexiness. The cashiers are flirting with you, the gas attendants, the vagrants, even people of the same gender! It's really ridiculous and makes having a love life difficult as your lover will always feel insecure about the relationship.If you're single and you're looking for someone it's perfect conditions to really scope the scene but then you have to pretend not to notice the butt ugly ones to avoid hurting their feelings.  At least you can get a few free drinks, refills and gum from life... it's not much but it will have to suffice for your screwed up love life.

GLPP#4 - Everyone's Jealous.
          With Good Looks, comes great responsibility  said a wise man once, somewhere on this Earth. He didn't go down in history for some weird reason, but he definitely knew what he was talking about. With Good Looks comes popularity, the hottest guy/girl you know, expensive gifts from admirers that want to impress you, you get chosen first for good things, all this and much more. Having all these things that so many people desire dearly, makes you a target for envy. Everyone envies you and what you have and they want to be just like you, in hopes that they will soon get what you have. You may even start to notice people copying your style, it's not really that you're a fashion prodigy but because people are trying to be just like you. Jealous people aren't always creepy in the good way that they want to be like you, they are those creepy in the bad way that wish you die and that you wake up with warts on your face. They wait at the sidelines waiting for you to get fat and ugly, because beauty isn't permanent and they know it.... unless you can afford a good plastic surgeon. It's really scary and nerve wrecking to be in the center of such negative energy that it really messes with your mind. There's no way to combat jealously, unless you became unGood Looking... but that's impossible.... so you must live a life of misery.


GLPP#5 - Are You Stupid?
          It's not out of reason that Good Looking people can be stupid. Many people have the theory that ugly people are smart because they need something to get by on; they need intellect to get high paying jobs to make lots of money to attract a spouse. But Good Looking people get spouses without trying, heck they get a lot of things without trying. Hence it proves that Good Looking people don't need to get/be smart to succeed in life and therefore many people believe that Good Looking people are all stupid since they've seen a lot of not-so-smart Good Looking people. That generalisation hurts since there are quite a few really Good Looking people who are incredibly smart! They're topping their classes, acing the shit out of tests, attending Harvard and what not, all while being so Good Looking it hurts. It is quite hurtful to 5 billion people that you possess these two coveted attributes,... but who cares about them? What really hurts is that nobody thinks you're smart just because you're Good Looking! They talk to you like you're an idiot, and referring to #1, they don't think you can do anything but look pretty, so they never expect you to do something where a lot of thinking is involved despite you being more than capable.


GLPP#6 - Too Many Fake Friends.
           Making friends can be pretty difficult, but that is definitely not the case when you're Good Looking. You have people following you around, sucking up to you, and practically begging you to be your friend. However, it's difficult knowing who's really going to be there when the going gets rough. When it comes to friends, the term quality over quantity definitely applies, but it's so hard for you to determine who are your really good friends since everyone is so busy trying to be on your good side to maintain the relationship. This is probably one of the most difficult things about being Good Looking, since the only way to find out who'll be there with you through thick and thin, is when you're actually going through a crisis! And by that time you would have probably hurt the people that matter most, been abandoned for dead by those whom you thought cared and drowning in your troubles probably so far out that you can't be rescued. No one can out run fake friends, it's just that Good Looking people have to deal with 15 times the amount of fake friends than that of the average person, and that is far from pleasant.

GLPP#7 - Breakup/Love Songs Are Nonsense.       
         William Shakespeare once said that if Music be the food of love, play on. Music speaks to the soul on a level that words cannot and hence that is why there are sooo many love songs out today. Finding songs that aren't about a significant other; either someone you love, someone you're crushing on, someone who broke your heart, a friend with benefits, someone doing something that stirs up passionate feelings, can be a very daunting task. Since there are soooo many songs about love and break ups, it's really difficult to be a Good Looking person amidst music. Good Looking people counteract Shakespeare, wishing that Music which fuels love must stop. These are strong feelings, but from their stand in life, love songs and breakup songs make no sense and are a waste of time. Good Looking people rarely fall in love, because like normal human beings they're always looking for someone better than them and well since they're so Good Looking, such is impossible to come across, therefore they can't relate to all this mushy gushy crap about seeing someone, and having your heart race out of your chest and your breathing increasing so much that it almost stops altogether. And if they never fall in love, you could understand why breakup songs are completely ridiculous to them. Plus if a Good Looking person were to fall in love by some miracle, they would be the one dumping as Good Looking people are never dumped and this further more proves why they would think breakup songs to be completely pointless.  Love songs fuel the soul, I guess they keep us dreaming  and they comfort us in times when words don't seem to do, and unfortunately Good Looking people will never get to experience this and the magic of Taylor Swift.


GLPP#8 - No Relaxation.    
         Mostly everyone desires alone time, and frankly we need alone time to reflect upon our actions, rejuvenate our minds by reading a book or by taking a nice cat nap. Honestly we need that solitude to keep ourselves from injuring people, even if it's once a week just for half an hour. It can really do a lot for you. However being Good Looking provides such a busy schedule that it's difficult to find time for yourself. People are always following you around, you're always invited to parties; which seem to happen every other day, people are always inviting you to go out with them to hang out, people are stalking you constantly, you have to go to your sports practice or club meetings, you're swamped by work, people keep asking you out on dates, modelling agencies are always ringing your phone off the hook, you have to shop for new outfits every weekend either to keep your clothes as fresh as your looks or a friend wants your Good Looking opinion.... should I go on or do you get the point? Basically Good Looking people are so busy all the time, they have noooo time for themselves, they're like Mother Theresa's spawns. These wonderfully beautiful creatures, must suffer the hustle and bustle of the day, every day without a single minute to keep to themselves to maintain their sanity..... and all for the sake of the people.


GLPP#9 - Match Maker.
          Now pretty much everyone has tried to play Cupid in their life, setting up so called "Perfect" mismatched couples and seeing how that plays out. Some of us are actually successful and do actually create a perfect and loving couple. But when you're Good Looking, being a match maker usually has a complicated ending. The problem arises when you're setting your friend up with someone whom you think is perfect for them, and while you're getting to know this person to tell them about your friend [sometimes even before this]..... BAM! That someone is in love with you, crushing on you instead. You become part of a creepy love triangle where you're friend's supposed new partner is crushing on you and not you're friend because your Good Looks are irresistible.  Matters are made worse when your friend has been crushing on the person you were supposed to be setting them up with, for a while. This is the kind of thing that ruins friendships, especially if the friend is ugly. And well we all know that it's the ugly friend that needs you to hook them up, or else they would have had someone by now. With Good Looks like yours, it's hard to not break up already existing relationships and creating new ones seems like an evenly matched task........ is that a match made in Heaven?


GLPP#10 - There's Only One You.
           Life transforms into the biggest bitch when you realise that you're one of a kind and there won't be another as  Good Looking as you. Yes there are other 'Good Looking' people out there, but they aren't as Good Looking as you, no one could ever be as Good Looking as you or could anyone ever be worthy of your Good Lookingness other than yourself. And so many sleepless nights are spent crying over the fact that you can't date yourself. Whether you accept it or not you'll have to settle for someone ugly as everyone is below you, and that is just a bummer considering your astounding Good Looks.


               And there you have it, the seemingly only 10 problems there are to being Good Looking. This just goes to prove that All that Glitters is not Gold [ I'm on a roll with Shakespeare tonight]. Good Looking people, I sympathize with you and, Ugly people count your blessings. This post was started a while back and I finally took the initiative to finish it! Happy 2013 as this is somewhat my unofficial first post for the new year. The year is still fresh, so good luck with all your endeavours and being Good Looking.

Violence Against Women

       In honour of UNESCO's International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women, which is recognized on the 25th of November, I have come to blog about violence against women. 

               I haven't much to say, so this should be rather short because I wouldn't want to waste your time repeating all the usual things about stopping violence now and gender equality etc. despite their importance. However I do come to make two points.
              The first, is something you all may know already; the way a man treats his mother is the way he'll treat you. I find it so necessary to bring up this point, because I feel that a lot of young ladies these days blindly go into relationships and end up with the worst end of the stick. The reasoning behind this statement, is that a boy spends his whole life with his mother and by extension, his sister/s and while growing up he can either respect them as equals or treat them like shit. However he treats these important women in his life, is how he will treat his future wife as these customs and this behaviour have been apart of him forever and qualities like that hardly ever change, and it takes very little to send them back to their former selves if they do 'reform'. So I beg, that in our struggle to eliminate violence against women, that young ladies keenly observe their future spouse and ask questions to truly know what they are getting themselves into. Trust me, it's not always obvious, as I know a guy, Zack, who pretends to be a nice guy. He's only 15 and has the worst temper, and often explodes; he curses his mother and hits his sister but if you ever hear him talk on the phone with his girlfriend, you'd wonder if this is the same monster. And his devious mind is surely at work as he pretends to be a loving and caring son and brother only while on the phone with his girlfriend to put on a show. What a good show indeed, because she's surely fooled by his trickery and wouldn't listen to a good word of mine.
            And that brings me to my other point; I have told you the previous story, which by all means is completely true, even though it was embarrassing for me to type and inform you all that I know such an arsehole. In preparing and thinking about writing this blog, I truly had an internal battle of whether to state this or not and even how to state it because I was embarrassed and I'd like to think that along with fear, embarrassment is what also keeps violence going. The embarrassment of knowing an abuser and of being abused is really tremendous, and it coerces you to keep it a secret. It's being consumed by the shame that one could be so weak to let someone take advantage of them, and the fear of being judged for letting this happen. But I want to say that the time for fear and embarrassment must come to an end, and it is time for a revolution. Why should those who have been abused be embarrassed, when those who abuse are much worse. Abusers are the ones that should be cowering in shame to show their faces, they should be afraid of people knowing the horrible acts that they are capable of. It is the fear of the abused that keeps abusers going and keeps them thinking that they are strong and in complete control, and this must end. It is a cycle where the abuser is afraid of letting people know what he does, that if the abused does say something, the abuser will strike again, leaving the abused in greater fear. It's a complicated topic that is beyond my resolve, but I do believe that if we create a loving and understanding environment for those that are abused, they could be more comfortable in disclosing their stories. Let's not move backwards in time and have women cowering in the shadows of their male counterparts but rather let us move forward where equality is real. Let us reform our society, free from stereotyped roles of masculinity and femininity, so that we can be equals amongst each other living without violence.

Le Francais de Google

     Ok, go ahead and hate me!!! I know that I haven't blogged since forever and that's a total breech on the promise that I made about 2 months ago. But in my defence, so much has happened, I need to start thinking ahead and applying to universities and with that comes....... more exams! Yea, so even though I've finished school... school hasn't finished with me! The horror! So I've been trying to get my shit together, and right now I'm taking a break from my shit altogether so I'm blogging!! Yay!! 
       I come to you today with the most meaningless post in the world! Last year I did a post entitled, El Espanol de Google...a phrase of which it's meaning, I have no clue of... but if you haven't seen it before, you can check it out now----> http://hindibindi.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-espanol-de-google.html . So as I mentioned previously, I learned both French and Spanish... and Hindi at some point in my life, but that's really far back and all I can remember is how to say my name; mere nam becky hai. And I don't even think I spelt that correct, or if it the sentence structure is correct to begin with =S So Hindi is definitely out of the question especially since Google Translate doesn't Translate Hindi, and since I did a post for Spanish I figured why not do one for French! YAY! So, I used to do French, I love French  but it has been some time since I've actually had the need to speak French so, it' quite rusty....VERY RUSTY!  Hence forth this is the perfect timing to do this post and put the very little of what I remember to work; as a result, make a fool out of myself for not remembering a language which I took over five years trying to learn, merely for your entertainment. I'm a sweetheart, I know! So this works just like the Spanish one; I'll write original lines from  songs, translate it to French using my knowledge and then we use the incredible Google Translate to translate it back and see what happens. This is going to be horrendously embarrassing if my French is way 'out of the galaxy' off =S, but let's not delay this suffering any longer. 


1. Original Line:  Oh what you think about that? Now you know how I feel. Say you can handle my love; Are you for real?
    My French: Oh, c'est quoi tu pense ce ca? Maintenant te sais comment je touche. Dit que tu peux controle mon amour; c'est tu es vrai?
    Google Translate: Oh, what is it you think that? Now you know how I touch. Says you can control my love; is true you are?

2. Original Line:  With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride. You're Toxic, I'm slipping under.
     My French: Avec le gout de ta bouche je suis sur une journee. Tu es Toxique, je suis tombe de bas. 
     Google Translate: With the taste of your lips I'm on a day. You're toxic, I'm falling low.

3. Original Line: When I look into your eyes, it's like watching the night sky or a beautiful sunrise.
     My French: Quand je regarde tes yeux, c'est comme regardent la ciel soir or une tres belle soleil levee.
      Google Translate: When I look at your eyes, it's like watching the night sky or a very nice sun levee.

4. Original Line: Told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company.
    My French: Je dit a moi que tu es correctement pour moi, mais c'est tes sole dans ta presence.
    Google Translate: I told me that you are fine for me, but it is your sole in your presence.

5. Original Line: I trade my soul for a Wish, pennies and dimes for a kiss... I wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way.
    My French: J'ai donne mon soul pour un echantement, l'argent pour une bec... Je ne regandent pas pour ca, mais maintenant tu es en ma route.
     Google Translate: I give my soul for Enchant, money for a nose ... I do not look for that, but now you're in my way.

6. Original Line: You want her but she's so mean. You'll never let her go, why don't you let her go?
    My French: Tu veux elle mais elle es tres fache. Tu ne pas prend pas elle, pourquoi tu ne prend pas?
     Google Translate: You want it but are very angry. You do not not take it, why you do not take?

Oh my word! I hope my French teachers don't see this! hides face*

Life's Many Laws

        In case you all didn't know, I'm 19; as was expressed in my toting post, and I had found a poem I wrote when I was only 15. I found this poem a year now, and when I read it a year ago, I thought it was bloody brilliant how I got the words to rhyme and make sense. Especially since this was actually written as homework for English class, and no one really puts effort into homework as it's always rushed, but I felt all special as my teacher commented, 'I believe you have the heart of a poet!',.... because who wouldn't? Anyway, being amazed at the skill I had back then I decided that one day I would type it up for you all to read...... and while typing, it was really freaky how much this poem applied to my life right now! It's as if my younger self knew what I would be facing now, and there couldn't have been a more perfect timing for me to put this up for you. So I hope you like it, and maybe if you're in a predicament like mine, it'll offer words of motivation =)

Life's Many Laws.©

Achieve excellence,

Go forward!

Don't hold on to the past,

Cherish the memories that last.

Put your best foot forward.

Smile with no regrets!

Enjoy life by all means,

Pursue your dreams.

Take chances!

Make your own rules!

It's your choice,

Hear only your voice.

Be yourself!

Hold nothing to heart!

Make life your own vision,

It's really your decision.

Laugh each day,

With the exception of tears.

Live a reality!

Take a step into your destiny.

Be inspired!

Snatch your victory.

Never swim in defeat,

It's not the end you want to meet.

Work hard,

Empower your heart.

Life's not a race,

Set your own pace.

People change and things go wrong,

Doesn't mean all is gone.

It's your life!

And life goes on.

- by Hindi Bindi.

Men vs. Handbags

         Wow, I've been so busy lately, that I haven't had time to just sit down and think and blog =(  I'm working on quality blogs, so don't worry. I have two that I'm currently trying to piece together, but I don't want you all to think that I've completely stopped blogging, since I haven't posted anything in a while. So my friend sent the following to me a while now, and as I was cleaning out my inbox I just had to read it again.              
          When we were younger, my friend, Bobochuks, and I had some definite cool issues. We were the dorks who wanted to be cool and therefore we made great attempts. We've done some pretty ridiculous things together, and one of the sanest was trying to start up our own chain mail. 
We always received chain mail and we decided to make our own.... several times actually..... So we made this one, when we were probably only 13, comparing guys to women's handbags, and I must say we did a pretty good job. How did we think of all this? I have no idea, but it's quite ingenious although we sound like real players, but I figured I should share our wits with you. The following is our chain mail, feel free to share this link with all your friends and make our 13 year old dreams come true =)

          Ever wonder what's the difference between having a new handbag and having a new guy? Well if you haven't found any differences don't beat yourself up, because they aren't that different. And lucky you! A couple rational minds have put together some of the top reasons to why having a new guy is just like having a new handbag.Here we go....

Reason#1. Everybody has one.

Reason#2. Whenever you get a new one, you always see something better out there.

Reason#3. There's so many, that it's sometimes hard to choose.

Reason#4. In some cases, you just can't have only one.

Reason#5. They don't retain alot of things.     
        

Reason#6. The really good ones are always taken before you get them.

Reason#7. When you actually get a chance to use it, it shows all its faults.

Reason#8. You need a different one for every occasion {you wouldn't use the one you used to the football game, to a formal event?!}

Reason#9. You go everywhere with them.

Reason#10. Once they start looking the slightest bit worn out or old you toss 'em out the door!

Reason#11. You wish you had somebody else's.

Reason#12. Sometimes you feel like you're wasting time/money.

Reason#13. Becareful! Somebody might just snatch it from you.

Reason#14. The first ones are most memorable.

Reason#15. Exterior counts.

Reason#16. They have faults.

Reason#17. Each one has a different personality.

Reason#18. Sometimes you forget about them.

Reason#19. You envy a girlfriend's.

Reason#20. You shouldn't spend much time worrying about either because in the end there are more important things.

The Story of a Girl

     I was really bored today, so I decided to try and write this pointless short story, which is really pointless but I just felt like being really descriptive today. And well everyone doesn't have a name quarter because I couldn't decide what name to use and three quarter because I wanted the characters to be anybody the reader imagines. So yea... they have no names and no age for that reason. 

        This is the story of a girl who did not believe in fairytales. She could watch the dark night sky above her and see the stars fall, but she could never make a wish because she knew it was pointless.  She would blow out her birthday candles with a clear mind because she knew it was only a flickering flame. She would cry in her dreams because she knew that they could never come true, but she could find solace in a book, where the pains of her world were drowned and forgotten.

       She could never get over her imperfections, her small eyes, big nose, broad mouth, dark skin, big ears, short neck, wide shoulders, acne scarred face and stumpy body. How could God make a monster of her? She had nothing in this world; she was always over looked because of her flawed face. She was never paid attention to for her lack of talent; she couldn’t even peel a potato properly if that could be considered a talent. She had no money, her family was average, and when you can’t compete in an economically thriving society where you can’t afford to sport the latest fad every week, then its best you remain invisible. She wasn’t a scholar, but she tried. She tried hard. If there was one thing she worked towards and wanted most was to become rich, just so she could afford to look pretty for once. Every trip to the mall’s wishing well, she would throw a penny and wish that tomorrow she could be as pretty as the last person she saw on TV.  She thought that the wishing well gods weren’t appeased by her penny, for looking pretty can be quite costly, so she threw dollars into the well, but nothing happened; if anything she’d say she got uglier. She’d say she’s gotten a little bit smarter, for now she knows wishes don’t come true and that she shouldn't waste her time. But every once in a while, a blue flame of hope flickers in her heart and dances and sends thrills to her mind; the what if’s. What if wishes do come true? What if I’ve just been saying it wrong? What if it just wasn’t my time? What if today is my day? But like any smart girl, she’d extinguish that flame with the tears of knowing for sure that wishes don’t come true.

        She never bothered to talk to a boy before because what boy wants to talk to a hideous beast? Boys willingly spoke to the other girls… but not to her simply because she was too ugly for their liking. But when the world saw her, they saw a timid girl who was shy and meek.  They saw the embodiment of innocence and a mind full of wonder, they saw a soft starry gaze and a sweet smile that would cross her rose pink lips when words failed to work, they saw beautiful ebony tresses that framed her face like a picture, they saw a small tanned girl that was always dressed decently, they saw hormones teasing her as it did everybody. They tried to talk, they tried to make her see they were there but to see you must look, sadly her head was always in a book.

         Many years have passed her and every day is the same, except today. Today was different. As she sat on the lush grass away from the large crowds, under an enormous shady tree, enjoying the company of her latest book and her home made lunch she heard a voice, calling "hey". She ignored it because these formalities were never directed to her. It called again and she ignored once more.  A hand upon her shoulder shook her from her book; she slowly turned her gaze to meet their compliance. Their bright eyes met hers, and she gave that flawless smile when she saw one cross his thin dry lips. His chiseled face only a short distance from hers, his un-gelled hair falling on his face as the wind blew gently. She could feel the warmth of his breath upon her, she could feel his strong grip still on her shoulder as if promising he would never let go and yet she was still lost in his eyes, staring at his soul. She hadn't a clue what overcame her face muscles as she couldn’t stop smiling, she suddenly felt this warm tingling sensation across her face in the cool air and it wasn’t his breath; for it crossed and stayed on the apples of her cheeks, it felt so warm as if a fire was starting there. She placed the cool palms of her hands upon her cheeks to soothe her face from turning to ashes. It was hot, burning hot. What if she was catching the cold? What if she’d just been outside too long? Or what if this is what she read about? What if all the books weren’t completely fiction? What if they were based on real life? What if what she read was right? What if she was experiencing this sensation she’d long since deemed silly? What if she was in love?

                       “Hello,” a small soft, shaky voice escaped her lips.

                       “Sorry to bother you… but I’m new here.  And I really have no idea where to go or what do to. This may be too much to ask but I was wondering if I can have lunch with you? Perhaps you can walk me to my next class? Please?” he ended with a hopeful smirk and raised eyebrows awaiting confirmation. His eyes were undoubtedly saying that he had nowhere else to go.

                       “That wouldn’t be a problem,” she managed, smiling and he giddily seated himself.  They sat and ate and they genuinely laughed. She never had lunch with anyone since high school, especially not a guy. She could feel herself letting go of boundaries as this stranger spoke so charismatically about himself. He was so wonderful; she definitely tried to impress him using what little she learned about these things in books. This was new to her, she was a stranger in these parts and now she had found someone like herself. It was safe to say they were friends, but with each passing day she craved that they could be much more. Crave not wish.  Everything about him was perfect; it was a miracle really that he would even talk to her.  His talk, his walk his everything could leave you speechless.

       Time passes like time always does, leaving us unaware of how much time we have left, leaving us with hope that there will be a tomorrow; a tomorrow to execute all that we have put off from today. That hope lights a small blue flame in a girl’s heart; what if she told him how she felt? She strolled passed the stores with her bags in hand, her mind flooded with ‘what if’s’ and as she turned the bend she caught sight of the wishing well.  It’s sparkling blue tiles glistening under the crystal waters which reflected the ambient lighting. It was beckoning to her. Mindlessly she reach into her pocket and pulled out a quarter, each stride taking her closer to the wishing well and she froze as the tip of her shoe rubbed against the cold tiles. Staring at her solemn reflection she asked herself what she was doing. She knew she couldn’t be wishing for anything, because smart girls don’t wish for impossible things just because they are impossible. Wishes don’t come true, she wouldn’t waste her time wishing that he could love her the way she loved him. She would never do that is what she told herself, yet as she released the silver coin through her stout finger,s she wished for that very same thing. Hastily she walked away from actions, her eyes precariously seeking an exit. Just before she found the red and white sign emblazoned with the words she’d been searching for, she saw him. There he was in a cute little jewelry store right beside the exit. It was very small, he was half standing out and half standing in, she tried hard to turn away and not be noticed for the shame of what she just did consumed her entirely. Of all the things she had ever wished for, altering someone else’s feelings for her was the most embarrassing. It’s like asking the sun to rise only for her, like asking a flower to bloom only for her, its selfish and rude. The flower may feel free to bloom for whoever it wishes, who was she to demand that it bloom for her? And well the sun, the sun rises for everyone; it’s not selfish, unlike her. She pulled the hood of her grey sweater up over her head, to half aid in her disguise.

                         “No, it’s for a very good friend; she’s not my girlfriend, well at least not as yet anyway,” he chuckled boyishly to the jeweller. A smile danced across her face. As she ran towards the exit, she managed to hear him talking about his very good friend. In fact she believed he was buying a gift for his very good friend as well. In the books, when the boy buys jewelry for a girl it only ever means one thing.

       They weren’t in the same classes but they would always meet in their lunch spot, their spot. A few times now, she ate alone, but that was normal and he was busy. She walked towards their spot with a giddy smile on her face hoping he would join her today for lunch, her hair clipped neatly up, not in its usual untidy bun and she was wearing the top she bought yesterday.  She couldn’t look any cuter if she said so herself. Her walk was more of a merry skip and she heard his voice calling out to her. What if she was just so in love she was day dreaming? She looked around to clear the voice from her head, and saw his hands frantically waving above his head, calling her name two, three times. He was at a table and there were five other people with him and one empty seat which he was saving for her. She moved over shyly, hardly believing that this was happening. She wasn’t too comfortable with new people, but the way they all greeted her made her feel relaxed amongst them. They were actually really nice people, why hadn’t she met them before if they were so nice? Perhaps because they were all in his classes and not hers or perhaps because they were all so beautiful that it was intimidating. It really surprised her that there she was, sitting at a table with a group of friends, dawned in nice clothing and sitting across from him. It was like nothing she could ever imagine for herself since she was so ugly. It was as if things worked out it the end, maybe she hadn’t been wishing for the right thing all along? Amidst the talking and laughing and exchanging of numbers, time slowed. Time slowed as she saw him reach into his pocket pulling out a small baby blue box, time slowed as she saw him remove the cover and set it on the table beside his sandwich. Time slowed as he lifted the stunning silver necklace from its black velvety bed, dangling it in front of her. Time slowed as he unclasped the necklace, with its pearl pendant sparkling in the sunlight and time slowed as she opened her mouth to thank him? To kiss him? To praise him? To tell him; oh no he shouldn’t have? As she opened her mouth, no words came out, her eyes wide set with horror as the slender peachy girl beside him, pulled her long strawberry blonde hair to one side lifting it off her neck as he clasped the necklace, smiling handsomely.

         She closed her mouth immediately and smiled as if she hadn’t seen a thing, as they thought her to do in the books. She pinched herself hard for making a stupid wish and for believing it would come through, for wasting her time. But she didn’t let it bother her; it didn't affect her at all, not even for one moment.  After all she never believed in this, she never believed in fairytales.

El Dia De Los Muertos

            I haven't done any looks since forever, so I manned up and did one myself! A shortage of models and rejection by my dogs have forced me to embrace my face as a canvas once more.  I took this opportunity to dabble in the cultural festival of El Dia de los Muertos, celebrated annually in Mexico. El Dia de los Muertos is quite similar to what we know as All Saints Day. Originating before the Spanish conquest, it is a mixture of Indigenous and Catholic traditions and it's activities mainly include gathering at cemeteries for the cleaning and decorating of grave sites and socializing amidst lost loved ones.  Although the skeleton is seen as frightening, especially with Halloween, it takes on a very different meaning for El Dia de los Muertos; it represents the dead playfully mimicking the living and is not ghastly what so ever. Hence it is befitting to dress like skeletons, and painting your face to resemble that of a skull is not just celebrating the continuing life of the dead but it should also enable the wearer to overcome the fear of death itself. The mixing of the skulls and flowers for face painting symbolises life and love, with the skull representing death and the flowers representing beauty. Surely this ties back with Mexico's indigenous ancestors who believed that there was life after death and that for sure was more wonderful.
          With this said, my inspiration was a contemporary skull as there is an inversion of the black and white. There are no flowers in this simply because my face isn't big enough lolz. This was done with paint and kajol, and editing was obviously done. I haven't editted pictures in a few months so I'm a bit out of it, so forgive my mess ups please. I was so excited to do this that I really didn't think about practising, and fixing it didn't seem like a likely option =S