there's a light.

John Waters is pure genius. I watched Hairspray two days back, and its an absolute delight. Tracy Turnblad is like this cute little yellow ball (for the lack of a better word -.-) who jumps around in her little land of Baltimore, filled with happines, joy, sunshine, rainbow and other things that smile, oblivious to the dangers that lurk in the dark corners, such as body image issues, racism and a judgemental society. But in spite of all the innocene and naivety, she does the right thing and sings away to glory. I also LOVED Edna Turnblad or Divine, the king of drag queens and I am not ashamed to admit that I adore drag queens, they are funny and witty and sassy and so BAD ASS. The songs are without a doubt, out of the world and its amazing how such deep rooted issues have been tackled so effortlessly, that too in the form of a musical. The costumes and the sets are excellent but then its no surprise, where Waters is concerned because his movies have this distinct alien element to them which is pleasantly weird. 

I also happened to watch the 2008 remake of the musical with ZAC EFRON in it and he looks like such a lost little (I'm using 'little' too much these days. little little little little little little) sweetheart who doesn't know which side to take because all his life, his parents have been bullying him into taking decisions (okay, so this is what I interpreted and YOU HAVE TO AGREE. I DO NOT CARE) but then he comes to his senses and sings that cutesy love song while Tracy dances in her picture. Oh, well. Edna Turnblad is JOHN TRAVOLTA. Of all people.

The old original Hairspray (1998)

The new Hairspray (2008)

floating away in oblivion.

Madame Antoinette is a huge, luxurious treasure trove of exotic french wines, sweet delicacies (pastries, tarts, tuffles you name it), precious shoes, exquisite costumes and unbelievable hair-dos. Its a visual delight actually, all the colors combined with the constant frivolity, not to mention the hooking up and parties. It did not seem like history AT ALL and I am saying this because I had French Revolution for 9th grade history and it was nowhere as awesome as this. And KRISTEN DUNST, of course, is a very important contribution to the awesomeness level. Oh and this.

endless chaos.

I never thought this day would come again, when I would point my naive little cursor towards the big blue e, yes the INTERNET EXPLORER. The horrors! But after my previous, highly regrettable experience with blogger on mozilla (since all my computers hate chrome), I am reduced to this current pitiable state. IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE SPELL CHECK!!
*sigh*
Ever since that @!#@#$&$* person stole my camera chord AND charger, my life has been robbed of all happines and joy :(

Senior year from tomorrow *squeals in a hysterical-save-me-already way*

My right ear is blocked due to some weird infection since the past TWO days. It seems as if I live inside a box which multiplies ten fold in the night. It is an enlightening experience.

Step Up 3 is awful. However, I LOVED 'Stand by Me' which encouraged me to go on all sorts of adventures regardless of leeches and dead bodies. The movie is truly a pleasure to the eye with its scenic beauty, but more than that its the lovely friendship between Gordie and Chris that breaks my heart. Its like you are transported to another universe altogether, full of green trees, railway tracks and campfires. You are most definitely going to hum 'Stand by me by John Lennon' ALL THE TIME for the next few days.

I am reading Little Women as I need to do read it for my English class I am an exceedingly intellectual person who only prefers red wine and expensive cigars, that do not spoil her fur coat and glass sandals. I rather like Jo, because she isn't proper like the other girls and sold her hair to earn money when her father was ill. She and Laurie will make such an adorable couple. What I am also reading is this -


I love this book.
Amen

white magic.

The last few days were heavenly, for I slept till afternoon, only to go downstairs for breakfast followed by movie marathons, sweet naps or an exciting book. Today is the very last day of my merriment as I start with the final year of high school TOMORROW *dark piano music*

While I am glad that I am embarking upon my final journey which spells 'goodbye you awful, filthy place!', I am also equally stressed about getting good grades and getting into a respectable university.

*sigh*

Anyhow, I watched 'Picnic at the Hanging Rock' a week ago and it blew my mind (yeah, its still somewhere flying in the universe). The angelic white girls, with their suppressed wishes and unfathomable mysteries, have a golden chance to roam about freely and explore to their heart's content. The unusual pace of the movie along with the eerily comforting music in the back, gives you a drunk (hypnotized?) feeling.


















And if you read this summary of the chapter (released later) which solves the mystery of their disappearance, I bet you won't get any sleep tonight either.

but i don't want to share my love.

I blame my lack of being an active blogger on (and yes like every other important issue, this deserves bullets)-

• Exams followed by re-exams (because some sonovabitch decided to leak the papers).
• A broken keyboard (For the 289379827th time, I accidentally pushed it off the table, OK?)
• Stupid weather that cannot make up its mind. DECIDE WHO YOU WANT TO BE ALREADY, OR DIE!
• An eye that is red and itches, particularly when I stare at the computer screen for too long.

So yeah, there I am all clean *smiles and puts John Mayer on replay*

While my mouse was still working (except the lid that came off, revealing the red laser-y surface), I did some Lakme Fashion Week browsing and, Drashta Sarvaiya is such an excellent designer.



.

I wish I could click more pictures, but the camera chord is ruining my life. Time to move the lazy ass *sigh*

its always darkest before the dawn.

My math exam was awful. For all we know, I might FLUNK. Yeah, well in that case I need to find myself a cheap trailer park to accommodate my 13423 future cats since dad is going to disown me anyway and who will want to employ a girl who failed 11th grade math?!

I don't think I am overreacting at all. I have NEVER failed in any subject my entire life (which is just 15 years but still) and now this big black splotch on my academic record is going to scar me for the rest of my existence!

My poor father who annoys me with his unrealistic expectations will be shattered.

Bleh, I will just ask somebody about the retest schedule in advance because I WILL probably need it.

The trauma of screwing up my finals has forced me into a state of shock where I munch on peanut butter sandwiches all day while watching a VERY large number of How I Met Your Mother episodes back-to-back. My troubled mind finds solace in these beautiful alien clothes that make everything else seem insignificant.

Fall 2012 - Gareth Pugh

 Personally, I LOVE leather and fur (shiny please) so these outfits are undoubtedly, gorgeous. This collection has something powerful and potent about it. It reminds me of a fierce animal like a bear or a rhino. The hairstyle and footwear could be better though.

Fall 2012 - Badgley Mischka

I think I had a rather hormonal response to this collection which left me all warm and fuzzy inside, the way you feel during a particularly pleasant winter afternoon. It is so sparkly, shiny, smooth and furry. Its the kind of dresses I would like to wear to a retro night or maybe my prom. I like the curly bad girl hair.

Fall 2012 - Meadham Kirchhoff

As always Meadham Kirchhoff is like my absolute favorite candy. I may travel the world and taste the most exotic dishes yet, in the end I come back to my beloved piece of sugar and love. I read about the godly process that gave birth to this wonder on Rookie and I couldn't help but notice, every tiny detail that has been taken care of from perfectly colored nails to crazily painted eyebrows. How the shoes were saved at the last moment and the models had a little backstage gala of their own. The celebration and cheerfulness is somehow reflected in the clothes. Its like the most happening party in town except it isn't crappy or suffocating, in fact it radiates a certain kind of warm glow that feels like home.

I think I am going to, WITH A VERY HEAVY HEART AND UNWILLING SOUL THAT CRIES WITH UNBEARABLE PAIN, do some accounting.

*sigh*