My World
The world according to me!Do You Hear What I Hear
This one of my favourite Christmas songs. O Holy Night is my all time favourite, but Whitney Houston’s version of this song has rocketed to 2nd place in my heart. If I listen to it intently I will cry.
So in the spirit of the season, I found this video of her performing it on Jay Leno. Enjoy.
Merry Christmas
Save Your Skin
Someone needs to warn West Indian women about winter weather. It plays havoc on your skin. One day you have soft skin, but a few hours here could have you looking like a brown lizard. I was buying cream after cream, trying to save my skin. Nivea was too thick (my mother insists on the one in the tin), Cuticura was too weak, and Vaseline didn’t last long enough.
My friend recommended Astral Cream or baby oil (for the stripper look). I, however, think I playing too much for a degree to adopt Stripper-wear, went for the former, thank goodness. I can’t vouch for it when the weather gets warmer. I’ve heared that January/ February are brutally cold, but I think that I’m prepared.
Life in London
I’ve been in this country since the 9th of October, so I’ve already completed one month and I can’t complain one bit.
School has been hectic, but not hard, and so far I haven’t been wasting my mother’s money. In fact if you’d looked at this morning’s tweets you’ll already know that I got a merit (just under distinction) for my first essay. I’m quite proud of myself. The plan now is to keep up the high standard.
As for my blogging, well my camera is playing the ass and I am still unemployed. Working on both of those senarios at the moment, I’m job hunting like crazy, and when I get a job then I can buy a new camera.
My laptop, a story I’d rather not rehash (check my tweets;synopsis: Amazon UK sucks), I’ll be getting from Dell next week. Then I’ll apply for internet with Virgin Media. But the library has been saving my ass with connecting to the fam and keeping up with research.
Anyways, I’ve got to go.
Internet Lackary
I don’t know how the gossip mags are making out in these times with the stiff competition they’re getting from the blogs. I for one not spending a cent on the slackness when I can get it for free online. It’s no secret that print is suffering, while I’ll still buy fashion magazine (despite my reservations about them) gossip mags just can’t get any play from me.
Why? Let me list my reasons for you:
Party Shoes
I recently returned from a trip to MIA to visit my mother. If I’ve never mentioned it before, the woman is shoe obsessed! It was during this trip that she purchased 5 pairs in one weekend, and then tried to blame me for being a bad influence. Truth is she can’t help herself, and this was simply a case of her latent shoe love flaring up.
During one of our trips we found ourselves in Ninewest; a store I love for having lovely shoes I can afford. And I met this gorgeous shoe. It’s so obviously an evening shoe that isn’t ashamed to make a statement, without being tacky. In fact I find it very elegant, and don’t know why I didn’t purchase a pair (OK I know why I didn’t but still).
Songs About Guys Who Are Sprung
I really love Drake‘s song – You’re the Best. It’s nice to hear a rap song about fidelity and commitment, however it’s couched. I then because men aren’t really encouraged to show emotion, and according to the media, they’re supposed to treat romantic entanglements as a search for more sex. When an artist goes against the grain, or laughs at the status-quo, the result is often, funny, catchy and relatable.
Soca Awards
The International Soca Awards will take place on the island of Providenciales in the Turks and Caicos on October 30th. The awards were started in 2003 by Colin Jackman as a way to recognise the work of our hard-working soca artists.
Well the list of nominees is out: http://bit.ly/EakCc To be eligible your song should have been released between June 1st 2008 to May 31st 2009.
I wasn’t too pleased with some of the selections, but that’s always the case with me and awards. Some of the usual suspects were there, and some weren’t.
So in a moment of idleness I decided to put up my picks for who should win. In other words here’s the list of my favourites in each category:
Skittle Nails
I used to be a nail polish fiend. But that was when I was in primary school and had just discovered that when I don’t bite them down to the quick, my nails grow fast and long. They also get too hard to bite easily. In other words discovering nail polish helped me discover that I had nice nails naturally.
I decided early that traditional nail colours were cool, but funky colours were better. Hence the reds, greens, purples and yellows. I was never into black because of it’s link to the occult. That has since changed, now everyone wears black nail polish. At the time though I used Revlon’s Vixen nail polish: a colour I genuinely loved. It was (as you can seen in the link) a really dark burgundy.
I remember wanting to paint my nails in Rasta colours. I refused to rest until I found the perfect green and yellow shades to complete the look.
But my love was short-lived, school started and I had to stop wearing my nail polish. Also, it’s difficult for me to apply neatly, and the waiting for it to dry is a pain. Every now and then I buy some colours. Even if I don’t paint my finger nails, my toes will be done.
Since I’m on vacation, I bought come cheepie nail polish from the icing and painted each nail in a different colour. This time the practise has a name, it’s called Skittling, like the rainbow coloured candies I used to love. I was younger it had no such name other than playing with nail polish, but whatever.
Here’s a peek at my efforts.
The pictures don’t show the horrible streaking on my nails. And oddly enough it looks OK in the sunlight. But seriously, buy quality nail polish. You get better coverage, truer colour application and the formulations are much safer. It’s still on my nails as I type this, but they’re coming off today.
Flying High
I in MIA for a bit visiting my mother before I fly off AGAIN for school in LON. I hate flying, but I know my fear isn’t rational. Plus I love traveling, so I fight through it.
I had my camera with me in flight so I decided to take some pics to share with you.
My fear isn’t paralysing, thank God, but it makes the process all the more stressful. Hope you like the pics.
Fellowship of the Rings
Fashion to me should be fun. And jewelry should be special. If I had to describe my style, it would be classic with a kick. By that I mean: rings shaped like squares, matte gold jewelry, you know stuff like that. That’s why I was so attracted to the whole concept of coloured diamonds.
Oddly enough though, I find the best jewelry comes from the smaller jeweller. The ones who are so into their designs, and create really original pieces. I know there are some standard settings, but sometimes what limits you can inspire greatness. I love the jewelers who are really artists and used metal and precious stones as their medium.
I’m not an artist myself, but I have ideas in my head for jewelry, and once the funds are there plan to “design” some pieces with a trusted jeweler. I’m very picky and custom jewelry fits my control-freak personality.
In real life I don’t wear alot. My only mandatory jewelry is my rosary ring, I always try to have a gold and a silver one so I can always wear one when I go out. I don’t wear earrings regularly, though I want to. I plan to get some studs for my ears. They’re pierced twice, and I need to keep the newer holes open. I’ve just been slack.
