Every single time I try to check my e-mail, this window pops up and no matter what I choose, everything freezes. The only way to "fix" it is to press ctrl+alt-delete, and even then it takes forever to shut down all the other windows. Hotmail...*sigh*
Saturday, June 23, 2007
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Every single time I try to check my e-mail, this window pops up and no matter what I choose, everything freezes. The only way to "fix" it is to press ctrl+alt-delete, and even then it takes forever to shut down all the other windows. Hotmail...*sigh*
Friday, June 22, 2007
More on the people behind the Obama Girl Video...
As much as the news may break the hearts of thousands of Democratic men, Obamagirl, in reality, is not the pulchritudinous callipygian who riffs on policy with Akon-esque beats, singing "you're into border security/let's
break this border between you and me/universal health
care reform/it makes me warm."Rather, she is a fictitious creation. The song was performed by Leah Kauffman, a 21-year-old undergraduate at Temple University inPhiladelphia, who wrote the lyrics with a friend, 32-year-old advertising executive Ben Relles, and the music with her producer, Rick
Friedrich. An actress/model named Amber Lee Ettinger then lip-synched the song for thevideo, shot by filmmakers found on Craigslist two hours before Relles and Ettinger hit New York City one Friday in May to shoot the video on a DVcamera.
Read the rest of the article at ABC News.
"More on the people behind the Obama girl Video including the Obama girl herself, Amber Lee"
"Obama Girl's Blog (you guys have to check it out)"
"Obama Girl Merchandise For Sale (The clothes she wore in the video can be found here and here)"
"Amber Lee's Website (the model in the Obama Girl Video)"
Finally, the best for last, check out barelypolitical.com
"I Got a Crush...On Obama" By Obama Girl
The song heard round the world! Seen on over 150 TV Stations including CNN, Fox, the BBC and MSNBC: I GOT A CRUSH ON OBAMA!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
So Ugly They're Beautiful
Amazon.com Product Description Add a little sparkle to
your flirty summer step with the Fairy Dust Floatie flip flop from Sugar. This sweet thong is constructed with super-strength and super-squishy manmade materials with a glittered finish for extra pizzazz and the durable rubber outsole has a multi-traction pattern so every step is a solid one. Your feet will be wooed when wearing the Fairy Dust!
Product Description They're fun, they're funky, they're
Floaties! These light-as-air flip flops from Sugar Shoes are legendary for their style and comfort. Pillowy soft shiny vinyl with a touch of fairy-dust glitter in a thong sandal uppers with a wrapped toe thong post, all on a soft, shiny, spongy footbed that cradles your feet in floaty comfort. Matching glittery footbed detail. Traction patterned flexible outsole. Includes a Floaties repair kit. Sizes: S (5-6), M (7-8), L (9-10).
I was browsing around online for some flip-flops for summer (a girl can never have too many flip-flops) when I came across these monstrosities. They're hideous, and the fact that they're so hideous, makes me want a pair even more. The icing, or should I say the glittery icing on the cake is that these flip-flops have got a glittery finish (Can you say eww?). It's the perfect final touch for these perfectly ugly flip-flops. Need I mention that I abhor glitter?
Supposedly, after you've worn them for a while, they get molded to your feet's shape which makes them "ultra-comfy". Floatie Flip Flops are available in women, and children's sizes. Not sure if they come in men's sizes. Also, not sure that any man would actually want to shove his feet into those ugly ugly things but hey, stranger things have happened.
They also come in a wide array of extremely vibrant colors (minus the glitter). If you think those glittery pink ones are ugly, you should wait 'till you see the green ones. My eyes were practically bleeding. I actually had one more picture to share (floaties in different colors), but apparently the limit is 5 per post or summat. God, I can't stop salivating over those glittery pink ones (they're so ugly, they're beautiful) so I'm off to hunt for them in my size (9).
-Begin Rant- Which brings me to my next point. Is every female on God's green earth a size 9? Seriously. -End Rant-
You can order a pair of Fairy Dust Floatie Flip Flops By Sugar from any one the following websites. Obviously, I haven't ordered a pair yet so I won't vouch for any of these sites so don't come crying to me if you decide to order a pair and they stiff you. That said, Amazon is cool but they've got a very limited selection of sizes. Better yet, just google the thing and browse 'till you find a site that calls out to you.
Oh, and those things are hella' cheap. Like $23 at most. $19.99 at some sites. If you think that's too much, think again. I mean they come with a freakin' floatie repair kit (which I think is hilarious!) for one thing ;) If not for you, buy 'em for your toddler. If you don't have a toddler, get one, so you can buy a Floatie Flip Flop for them.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Ironic, innit?
I've been going out everyday for the past week which is normal for some people but not me. Even though I'm having lotsa' fun, I feel just... wrong. Hell, even if I go out two days in a row, unless it's for college, I get depressed. Yup, I gots me some issues :P
Another boring thursday night with nothing to do and nowhere to go. Abrar called me up complaining that she was bored of everyone, and everything (apparently, whatever I've got is contagious!). I had the bright idea of going out dressed in niqabs. Of course, she loved it! I showered hurriedly, and dressed in fitted, black jeans (skinny jeans? bwahaha), a fitted, black, baby tee, and dragged a comb through my hair. Then, I used the brightest eyeshadow I could find at the moment (Plush Mono Eyeshadow Pearly Light in #20 Cuivre Raphia roughly translated into copper raffia which was this gorgeous orange-ish gold from Nina Ricci), drew a thick line of kohl (using this retarded kohl from Rimmel aptly named "Black Magic") all around my eyes, flicking the wings upwards for the "cat eye" effect. The finishing touch was a few flicks of Helena Rubenstein's Spider Eye Mascara Base, then Spider Eye Mascara, and I was done with the obligatory Carnivale Eye-Makeup "look" that most chicks who wear the niqab usually opt for. I felt a bit self-conscience with all that gaudy makeup on especially 'cuz I never ever rim my eyes with kohl, all the way around. Especially, not the "Arab" way, which is when you draw a line right up to your freakin' nose. I shoved my feet into my silver gladiator sandals and was off to Abrar's house, but not before asking my mom for a "3abayah" with a matching "lafah" or was it "shaylah"?
Abrar had worn hazel contacts which went well with all that beautiful, carefully applied kohl. I tied my hair up in a bun, and she helped me put on an "un6ah" (which is sorta like a tight head-wrap). Then she covered my nose and mouth with a scarf (think cowboy style), tying it in the back with a scrunchie. Finally, I wore the "shaylah" that I'd borrowed from my mom. Comical, does not even begin to describe how we looked in our makeshift niqabs, cruising (God, how I abhor that word) around Gulf Road in my little rental with classical rock (Kansas, baby!) playing on my iPod to set the mood. We had ALOT of fun! The thing is though, A) those things are goddamn stuffy! I had the A.C. turned on really high and still almost suffocated. B) I could not see jack. Everytime Abrar or I wanted to high-five each other or whatev, we had to literally poke each other to get attention. C) I'm practically deaf ('cuz I always have the volume turned up really high be it on the tv, radio, etc...). The niqab and all that other stuff, didn't help none.
I'd veered into Green Island's parking lots to shake off whomever was tailing us. Being the genius that I am, I happily sped along into Burj Al-7amaam's entrance. Since I was on the phone with my sister who was conveying a message from my mom (if you're not home in 5 minutes, you're dead!), I didn't hear Abrar (I tune her out sometimes) screaming at me to stop 'till it was almost too late. I hung up, and hit the brakes avoiding a head-on collision with a Lumina SS. Then I tried heading back, only in reverse. Unfortunately, since the entrance to Burj Al-7amaam was all twisty and curvy, and I can't drive worth sh*t, I manage to climb the sidewalk. The entrance was getting more crowded by the second, and I realized that I was putting a lot of people at risk. So I parked my car right between the two trees on the sidewalk all the while pondering how to get down. Amidst all the pointing and laughing (at us), a nice gentlemen stopped his car in order for me to get my car back down on the road. Sadly, I was daydreaming and almost missed my chance. I dropped Abrar home, and then went home.
After getting chewed out by everyone, and their uncle for being late (freakin' curfew at 22 years of age), I finally got to be alone (bliss)! You'd think that that would be the end of that, but noooo.
The next day, (Friday) my sister tells me that her husband saw me leaving the house with a 3abayah on but my hair was loose and the "shaylah" was thrown around my shoulders like a scarf. He said that it was not appropriate. Either I wear the whole thing or not wear it at all. I was totally like "WTFuuuuh!" Then, my mom starts asking me stuff like "Where did I go to?", and "What did I do?". Then she goes on to berate me for wearing what I wore the day before, nevermind that she was the one who lent it to me. She was like "It's not appropriate for you to wear those clothes unless you're going to a funeral or decide to actually become a mit7ajbah." So I was like "Fine. Then I wanna become a mit7ajbah... and a mitnaqbah too." (I didn't really want to but it seemed like a good thing to say at the time) So she was like, "Fine, but you're not going to be allowed to wear that *waving in the general direction of my face*." "Makeup?" "Yes." *sigh*
So the one day that I actually do dress modestly (minus the eye makeup which in comparison to most kuwaity chicks is actually quite tame) I get told off because it's "inappropriate"... Such is my life.
Another boring thursday night with nothing to do and nowhere to go. Abrar called me up complaining that she was bored of everyone, and everything (apparently, whatever I've got is contagious!). I had the bright idea of going out dressed in niqabs. Of course, she loved it! I showered hurriedly, and dressed in fitted, black jeans (skinny jeans? bwahaha), a fitted, black, baby tee, and dragged a comb through my hair. Then, I used the brightest eyeshadow I could find at the moment (Plush Mono Eyeshadow Pearly Light in #20 Cuivre Raphia roughly translated into copper raffia which was this gorgeous orange-ish gold from Nina Ricci), drew a thick line of kohl (using this retarded kohl from Rimmel aptly named "Black Magic") all around my eyes, flicking the wings upwards for the "cat eye" effect. The finishing touch was a few flicks of Helena Rubenstein's Spider Eye Mascara Base, then Spider Eye Mascara, and I was done with the obligatory Carnivale Eye-Makeup "look" that most chicks who wear the niqab usually opt for. I felt a bit self-conscience with all that gaudy makeup on especially 'cuz I never ever rim my eyes with kohl, all the way around. Especially, not the "Arab" way, which is when you draw a line right up to your freakin' nose. I shoved my feet into my silver gladiator sandals and was off to Abrar's house, but not before asking my mom for a "3abayah" with a matching "lafah" or was it "shaylah"?
Abrar had worn hazel contacts which went well with all that beautiful, carefully applied kohl. I tied my hair up in a bun, and she helped me put on an "un6ah" (which is sorta like a tight head-wrap). Then she covered my nose and mouth with a scarf (think cowboy style), tying it in the back with a scrunchie. Finally, I wore the "shaylah" that I'd borrowed from my mom. Comical, does not even begin to describe how we looked in our makeshift niqabs, cruising (God, how I abhor that word) around Gulf Road in my little rental with classical rock (Kansas, baby!) playing on my iPod to set the mood. We had ALOT of fun! The thing is though, A) those things are goddamn stuffy! I had the A.C. turned on really high and still almost suffocated. B) I could not see jack. Everytime Abrar or I wanted to high-five each other or whatev, we had to literally poke each other to get attention. C) I'm practically deaf ('cuz I always have the volume turned up really high be it on the tv, radio, etc...). The niqab and all that other stuff, didn't help none.
I'd veered into Green Island's parking lots to shake off whomever was tailing us. Being the genius that I am, I happily sped along into Burj Al-7amaam's entrance. Since I was on the phone with my sister who was conveying a message from my mom (if you're not home in 5 minutes, you're dead!), I didn't hear Abrar (I tune her out sometimes) screaming at me to stop 'till it was almost too late. I hung up, and hit the brakes avoiding a head-on collision with a Lumina SS. Then I tried heading back, only in reverse. Unfortunately, since the entrance to Burj Al-7amaam was all twisty and curvy, and I can't drive worth sh*t, I manage to climb the sidewalk. The entrance was getting more crowded by the second, and I realized that I was putting a lot of people at risk. So I parked my car right between the two trees on the sidewalk all the while pondering how to get down. Amidst all the pointing and laughing (at us), a nice gentlemen stopped his car in order for me to get my car back down on the road. Sadly, I was daydreaming and almost missed my chance. I dropped Abrar home, and then went home.
After getting chewed out by everyone, and their uncle for being late (freakin' curfew at 22 years of age), I finally got to be alone (bliss)! You'd think that that would be the end of that, but noooo.
The next day, (Friday) my sister tells me that her husband saw me leaving the house with a 3abayah on but my hair was loose and the "shaylah" was thrown around my shoulders like a scarf. He said that it was not appropriate. Either I wear the whole thing or not wear it at all. I was totally like "WTFuuuuh!" Then, my mom starts asking me stuff like "Where did I go to?", and "What did I do?". Then she goes on to berate me for wearing what I wore the day before, nevermind that she was the one who lent it to me. She was like "It's not appropriate for you to wear those clothes unless you're going to a funeral or decide to actually become a mit7ajbah." So I was like "Fine. Then I wanna become a mit7ajbah... and a mitnaqbah too." (I didn't really want to but it seemed like a good thing to say at the time) So she was like, "Fine, but you're not going to be allowed to wear that *waving in the general direction of my face*." "Makeup?" "Yes." *sigh*
So the one day that I actually do dress modestly (minus the eye makeup which in comparison to most kuwaity chicks is actually quite tame) I get told off because it's "inappropriate"... Such is my life.
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