LET'S END IT ON THIS

I like these. Rumi from Fashion Toast is selling them on her online store Treasure Chest Vintage. It's only at $66 right now. Hurry!

UPDATE!!!: I decided I hate these after all, so much so that I want no association with them on my blog, but oh well, it's up there, can't be arsed. They're too new looking and the studs look cheap. But, if it tickles your fancy, then I put it up especially for you. Fuckin' knock yourself out while I listen to The Smiths and enjoy my work-free Wednesday night.

ALL I WANTED WAS THE SIMPLE THINGS

HI! 3 things happened to me today:
a) my mom totally saved my broke black ass and wired me £200.
b) my university finally cleared my check and gave me back my £ 77.66 discount for paying in total.
c) the campus ATM swallowed my card.

CAN'T HAVE IT ALL, CAN YOU!?

ETSY PT. 2: WITH COMMENTARY..AND LINKS!

Someone totally swooped down with a vengeance on those AMAZING boots I posted last time from Etsy. I was backtracking just now to find it for the lovely Jen, but it's gone already! (SORRY! Unless it was you yourself who nicked them, then goodie! If not, I actually found a possible replacement below). It's funny, because when I laid eyes on them, they were practically calling out to her in like...fuckin Motorhead lyrics or something lol.

Anyways, I won't be a bad blogger this time, and have incorporated links to go with these lovely vintage Etsy finds for your feet. The last time I was just really ill and lethargic, and possibly subconsciously jealous that I couldn't purchase any of the goodies myself, being credit-card-less (AND NOW DEBIT-CARD-LESS AS WELL ACTUALLY!). So sorry about that.

How incredibly playful are these jazz flats? I can see myself running to a lecture in these. Or not *mopes*

Well these three are just inexplicably killer, the third being my breakfast, lunch and dinner, EASILY! Go, go, and BRING TO ME!

I'm not quite sure why I posted these because pointed heels now kind of make me want to keel over and die several times simultaneously, but the heel bit is interesting.

Jen's make-do pair...maybe? yeah? no?

And then lastly, I just really dug these Steampunk gaiters. Sick!

THE WORLD IS ALWAYS GOING TO BE MADE OF THIS

I quit my job.
Here's a really epic Etsy round-up from the Vintage section:

TAKE A DEEP BREATH CUZ WE JUST GOT STARTED

"Hi Kara,

We got your message yesterday it was just too busy to reply. We appreciate you have a lot of work on at the moment and would like you to consider your position here as we really need staff who can commit and be here for their shifts as it puts added pressure on those staff that are here. We have taken you off the rota this week in order for you to make a decision."

ONE DAY I SLOWLY FLOATED AWAY

What's even weirder than my last post is the confession I'm about to make in this one. Hope it doesn't have you running for the hills. There is this show I used to watch as a kid on Sunday afternoons...Maybe it was for lack of better things on TV on Sundays, which was normally devoted to religious worship on the airwaves, but I'm pretty sure I could've found a great novel on my shelf to read if I was bored. So I guess I wasn't bored and actually really enjoyed it. It was called 'Aum Namah Shivaya'; sort of like the Hindu version of biblical stories, I think. And to tell you how great YouTube is, I found some episodes but now that I'm older they're so tedious to go through. It's so drawn out, and tragically corny, but there were some cool moments i.e. tons of people's heads getting sawn off by flying weapons and really great outfits (would kill for every single piece in the show!).

This bit is the honeymoon of Sati and Shiv though, which I thought was funny. It's basically the sex scene. The two people dancing (A.K.A. artistically 'doing it') are Rati and her husband who were basically sent from the Universe to go and instigate Shiv and Sati's 'family life'. Loves it. Read the lyrics too.

My brother and I would just sit in front the TV on Sunday afternoons with whatever baked goodies we made earlier with our mother, and wait for the eerily awesome soundtrack to start up (It's good. I love anything in minor chords. It sounds so full of...doom). We were basically eventually brain-washed into chanting 'Aum Namah Shivaya' without knowing it, or what IT meant. And now, years later, I'm doing it again after reading that awesome book Eat Pray Love (Read it full stop).

Actually, now that I think of it, the perfect example for what this show really is can be surmised from Devendra Banhart's 'Carmensita' music video, which basically mocks the shit out of it.

I don't know what brought this on, i.e. weird posts on Hinduism. Maybe because Divali/Diwali (my favourite holiday in all the world!) is coming around again (Oct. 28th), I started thinking about the awesome times I had lighting deyas/fireworks/fire crackers/anything that does something cool with fire with my Catholic family and Hindu friends back home in Trinidad, stuffing myself silly with gulab jamun, barfi, kulfi, ras malai, kurma, rasgulla, prasad (GOD BLESS YOU!), pumpkin, channa and buss-up shut (sp?)...FUCK. ME. I. MISS. TRINIDAD.

Apart from the feeling of left-out-ness you get when quietly observing your Hindu friends Aum-Namah-Shivaya-ing for eons about how great their two dozen deities are, it is seriously the best celebration ever; glittery, beaded, jingly, vividly coloured saris and my bangles clanging from wrist to elbow, cute little bindi falling off my forehead from the sweat of running around in the moonlight around the deya displays, and having extras stuck to a little sheet of cardboard in my pocket (because you can't NOT have a bindi); being afraid your bright orange silk skirt with intricately patterned trimmings will catch on fire; hearing the next day on the news that at LEAST 2 houses were burnt to nothingness due to lights displays. I know, not exactly righteous but when things go well, it's like what I'd expect a successful family Christmas to be like (seeing as my Christmases never are).

Anyway, so, maybe it's the small percentage of Indian in me, but I've always had a thing for Hinduism and Indian culture (actually, Asian culture on a whole). I collect the elaborate jewelry (both my grad pictures have me in bangles, ear lobe drooping earrings and those pieces that drip down the centre-part of your hair and glitter to rest on your forehead), spent whole afternoons adorning my notebooks with their signature colourful plumage, Om symbols and lotus designs, frequented Bollywood movies at the drive-thru with friends, looked into taking Classical Indian Dance lessons, was asked by one partner during sex to take off the silver bell anklets adorning my feet because their jingling was bordering on annoying (I know, TMI, but necessary for my point, yes?) I. am. a. freak. for. everything. they. churn. out. in. India.

So it's only fitting that I should want to study Hinduism, i.e. buy a ridonculously large book on it, adore it from cover to cover, and pick up and follow any customs that can work themselves into my current lifestyle. I already occasionally practise mantras, and can totally nail a non-wobbly shoulder stand (I do yoga; so much so that my last job was helping hand at a bikram yoga studio). But I'd love to get that much further into the nitty gritty of the thing, Hinduism, that is. It's so...colourful. Plus all the gods and goddesses look so content and...stoned. I love how it's so clear that they're enjoying life, animal parts included or not (have a look for yourself in my last post. Are they not?). No harm in wanting to enjoy life.

Anyway, so here's a link for Diwali celebrations in London this year. When Panda visited me last year we went to the celebrations in Trafalgar Square (they're on tomorrow this year) and it kinda sucked, but maybe I'll check out one of the other events this year; and maybe I'll buy deyas and indian sweets and clean my room and chant all on my lonesome in my dorm room (with the window open, of course. The fire alarms are over-sensitive). But I truly think your best bet is to go to Trinidad lol.

I love Hindu portraits. Is that weird?

SHE SAID SHE CAME FROM CELL BLOCK 3

Um, this girl like this is by far one of the most beautiful things I've seen. I want to be this. What is this? I saved this picture (whose source is unknown but which was stolen from Fashion Pirates) as themeaningoffashion.

Yesterday I went to an 80's Uni party and dressed up 80's Madonna style with my mom's old bustier, black body con mini skirt, lace leggings, ray ban's, dangly skeleton earring in one ear, safety pin in the other - everything. It was an epicly masterful look for a) an impromptu one, and b) a costume. Sorry I have no pictures, just fond memories, but I will, without a doubt, wear the outfit again, and maybe capture the moment to share with you too.

I went with my Burmese friend and we literally just danced the night away, with little £1 shot-dunking/desperate giggly bush-peeing moments in between. I got drunk. I certainly got flirted with, since I refused to do the leg-warmers/leotard/sweatband/neon look (stick a finger down my throat). We got invited to a party. We don't know the details, but she has the guy's number. She showed me a sparkly thing on her ring finger that made us go for more £1 shots, and made me think abt my own non-existent sparkly finger cluster (cue sad face). But, honey, that wasn't only drunkenness swimming in my eyes last night. I'm so happy for u!

Do you remember my flatmates names? (11 - cool new girlfriend next door, S&M - two inseperable guys in our block). 11 got so smashed last night she decided to have a competition with her friend to see who could make out with more guys. And this really surprised me, but she won, seeing as she begged her gay friend for his tongue, then when S&M and I were making drunken noodles in the kitchen with stolen utensils/pots, we bumped into her on the hallway stairs ripping the face off of this other flatmate I never mentioned because he's just sort of lame to talk about. I don't know his door number. Lemme check. 6. Right.

So we invited him up to the common room to drink and talk shit with us until we all dropped like flies between the hours of 4 and 6am. S&M slept in our lounge on a mattress, across the hall from my room. Apparently M doesn't have a place to live and just moves around coolly with his mattress from room to room. He currently resides in S's dorm. M kept asking me for a cuddle, and other weirdities (yeah, dibs on that word). He wanted to 'see' my room as well and wouldn't give me a chance to get changed out of my 80's garb. He also told me, when we were walking home from the party, that he hasn't slept with anyone in ages, and decided to strip in front of the group to settle into his mattress for the night while we were all still hanging out in there. 11 tried to show me some non-existent boner. She can be so fucking weird when she drinks. She was trying to get M and I to hook up. I nearly back-handed her, but then I figured it would be a long way to go before I won't have to deal with her ever again, seeing as we JUST moved into halls together. I did call her out on it publicly though, to the semi-shock of everyone else around. Whatev...just because he's black doesn't mean he's my automatic pick in the circle. Yeah, I said that too.

S&M might even still be across the hall in the lounge at this very moment, among the alcoholic wreckage that me and 11 now have to clean; who knows... I haven't left my room yet. I'm sick as a dog, and am afraid to venture out in case I feel the urge to spend money I nearly don't have (£25 in my VERY ACCOMMODATING bank account). I don't even have money for bus fare to get to work today, which works out quite well since I had to call in sick anyways. This is turning out to be one major weekend.

Exuent to homework.

UNTIL HER SOUL FELL NEXT TO ME

[One I stole from Knight Cat, who in turn stole it from someone else I don't care to backtrack and find; the other is from Garance]

Just two girls epitomizing the word perfection for me as of late; the second more than the first because of the septum piercing, which (don't say it!) I am contemplating...

Bitches. I hate how I can never look this good no matter how closely my clothes resemble theirs. I would rip my hair out but it's already out. I would spend my money on the exact replicas but it's already spent. Settling back into the collegiate swing of things is an expensive venture.
Bed.

AT LEAST TONIGHT IT SHOULD BE SO

I was supposed to meet The South Africans (new co-worker couple) at the bar tonight; well, the female half because her man's working but we're both off and we get 5% discounts and Thursday night draws questionable crowds. But I stayed home instead to:

a) save some money, even though I should be getting paid tomorrow/today, but let's first see about that, yes? Then, enter weekend carnage.

b) read some more of 'The God of Small Things', which is slowly stepping up its intriguing literary game. Good for it. I was beginning to wonder what the Booker Prize was really on about!

c) read up on a Mr. Andrew Keen's whinings and pinings in 'Cult of the Amateur' -stuff on the rise of bloggers and un-professional, uninformed citizen journalists like myself/yourself, as well as the plight of professional journalism (believe me, the statistics are appalling), proper knowledge and the human attention span, all compliments of the internet. It's for my 'Writing for the Internet' class, and after just the introduction, it's making me a slightly changed user; but maybe that's because he calls us monkeys. Not on.

d) listen to Cocteau Twins, The XX, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Rancid and X

e) pig out on cheesy garlic bread and crispy mushrooms (hmm, it's not really pigging out if there are mushrooms involved, is it? BUT, it WAS breaded) - the delivery guy said I looked different from the last time he saw me. He said I look much sexier. I'm only the messenger, but I reckon it's the easily combable hair and newly waxed eyebrows. That's what 70 pounds gets you, eh?

f) enjoy the working heater in my room, now here, and here to stay, thanks to my firm correspondence

g) give my friend my blessing to get the violin F-holes tattoo I have

h)research US work permits for the near/distant/whichever way you see it future...yeah, more on this some other time i.e. when I actually have a clear morning view of 2009 on the horizon, yuh know?

MY HEART AIN'T DEAD CUZ IT KEEPS ON LOVIN'

Browsed weheartit.com for vintage/mock vintage photos and ogled myself to sleep. Beautiful. Got home from work a few hours ago. It's nearly 4am and I have yet to pick up my laundry from the dryer which is MILES away in the cold, then place my one now clean sheet set on my bare single bed, and lay me down to sleep. But right now, I'm compiling a 3:40am bibliography and writing Panda.

SLEEP WELL!