I stumbled on this erm, fascinating Twitter account a couple of days ago. It churns out hourly wacky facts that make you go "wtf" or the typical, cliched, movie-like reaction of "ooooohh, aaaaahhh"
Here's a couple of interesting examples..
"There's an Iraqi 'Punk'd' adaptation where fake bombs are placed in celebrities' cars!"
I bet you wanna watch it right? Alright, alright, go HERE
"The guy who created the Frisbee was cremated and made into a Frisbee when he died!"
Very true. This guy's ashes were made into Frisbees and given to his friends and family. Get the ashy details HERE
"In Italy it is illegal to make coffins out of anything except nutshells or wood"
That's a bit idiotic if you ask me. But culture is culture *shrug*
"Some Malaysians protect their babies from disease by bathing them in beer"
Talk about being an alcoholic by birth! ;)
"Clint Eastwood took a career break from making Westerns because he was allergic to horses"
Wow...well atleast he doesn't have to worry about getting a saddle butt o.O
"Ancient Egyptians typically used a pearlescent substance found in fish scales to give their lipsticks shimmering effects."
No wonder Cleopatra's lipstick looked...off o.O
"Tupac Shakur was a ballet dancer!"
See?? That officially proves that ballerinas have swag *boss moment*
"Nightingale poop is used in facials in Hawaiian spas because its urea softens the skin."
That's taking suffering for beauty a little too far -_-
"A study showed that the average person doesn't crack a smile until at LEAST 11:16 AM on Mondays"
No shocker there :)
"High Heels Were First Worn by BUTCHERS!"
Um...what?
"Cleopatra made her lipstick from crushed beetles, which gave it a red pigment, and ants which she used for the base."
Told you so ;) *smug face*
xoxo vami-kat
P.S For more weird and wacky facts, follow @OMGfacts on Twitter
Between superficial Hollywood girls, airbrushed models and boho hippies who preach to "always be yourself, you're beautiful", it's no surprise that teenage girls like me, are left in pretty confused daze. We're not exactly sure if we should look in the mirror and call ourselves beautiful or accept the doomed fact that the zits on our so-called pretty faces are an absolute disgrace and we must continuously work to eradicate all visible imperfections and try to look as much like the girl with the impossibly shiny hair from English class. It's not just us though. Even pop stars are confused. For example, Miley Cyrus croons in her song from back-in-the-day (the Hannah Montana years) that "Nobody's Perfect" while Selena Gomez sings "Who says you're NOT perfect?" P!nk chimes in with "You ARE perfect" almost making it sound like a war command. Which leaves us poor girls asking " Um excuse me, am I perfect or not?" To be quite honest, I don't even like the word "perfect." I think it's way too overrated. All these girls constantly striving to be something they're not (society's idea of "perfection") and ending up with a totally botched situation i.e. Demi Lovato landed in rehab with an eating disorder and a frighteningly alarming wake-up call. But I'm not gonna talk about boring ol' celebrities right now. I do too much of that already, being me.
The problem is, the judging. Ding ding ding, we've arrived at the root of the problem!
Somehow, everybody knows and thinks deep down that life is this giant show where if you're not like the cool girl, you're immediately cast off and labeled "misfit. They know that in reality, looks DO matter, first impressions are everything and inner beauty is a bogus topic introduced by people who were too tired of the cliched, high-school movie pretty/dumb girl-ugly/smart girl thing. Not that inner beauty doesn't matter. It totally does. But for bitter, judgmental people that, in my opinion, the world has way too much of, inner beauty is simply something to laugh about. The fact is, the entire human race is judgmental, as much as we all hate it. Some are only slightly infected with the judgmental-ness disease we are plagued by, but others are all out, full on judgmental freakazoids. We can't help it. It's set in our DNA. This "judging syndrome" I like to call it, is simply impossible to cure and frankly, it's the main root of all insecurity and negative feelings. Yup. It's the killer. This peer pressure, what others think of you and all that shit. Who cares? Why do you have to follow society rules made by shallow, insecure people who don't understanad the concept of appreciating the REAL essence of people? Why, why, why? Beats me, really.
I am tired of hearing my mother say "This woman's absolutely crazy!!" every time our lovely mother-daughter conversations slip into pop culture mode and we end up talking about Lady Gaga. Or when we see a picture of the star in a magazine. Okay, come one!
I admit, arriving in a human-sized egg to the Grammys and wearing a meat dress is a little out there but atleast, ATLEAST, that is really who Lady Gaga is. She doesn't care if PETA turns up their snotty noses against her or the whole world thinks she's mad. She is who she's always wanted to be and she's happy with it. Who gives a shit if people think she's bonkers? Her fashion is her art, her personality. It defines her and stands for who she really is. Poeple like Agyness Deyn, Nicki Minaj and Jessie J. I really admire them actually. They don't CARE if people call them bozos. You shouldn't either. I personally think that they are iconic because they are them. They are who they want to be. They do whatever they like and don't care what people think. That's what you should do too. Sure every girl has her insecurities. Heck, I was the nerdy girl with glasses and braces last year because people couldn't look beyond that. What do you think, I felt like? Mostly crap really. You know what? I. Don't. Care. Now.
I am me and I'm happy with myself. It's time you started accepting for yourself and who you are as a whole. Make a mantra. Remind yourself everybody that NO ONE in this world is exactly like you. You're unique that way. Just like a fingerprint.
So just STOP.
Stop the snivelling, the crying. the anger, the stressing and self-pity. So what if you're different? So what if you're the only girl in your school who loves wearing tie-dyed harem pants? So what if you're skinnier or fatter than the average girl? So, WHAT?
The world isn't gonna end and neither is your life. People whisper and gossip. It's their job to do that. But I can tell you one thing. Words make bruises but not when you're wearing a suit of armour. And I'm saying this from personal experience. Trust me, you have my word.
So stop listening to your peers, to your family, to stupid, glossy fashion magazines, and start listening to yourself. Nobody's opinion is higher than yours. Period.
I cannot believe Gotye called this....THIS....dry.
How can you call that dry? How, I ask you???? It's DARREN CRISS!!! You don't call him dry -__-
Sigh..
Moving on, I wanna introduce you to this uhm, lovely boyband. They're called Paradise Fears *still can't get over how amazing that name is*. No they're not just some losers I saw on Youtube pff, they are actually, like, AMAZING.
Check them out *my best friend and I are obsessed with the lead singer* lol. We're kinda pathetic loser fangirls really. It's shameful but hey, YOLO ;)
The rap in this, is like, so freakin' amazing...wow :O
xoxo vami-kat P.S I think I'm experiencing writers' block...well, how lovely (not)
Ah, Coachella. The giant music festival in Cali where all young celebrities like to gather in their best, hippy/boho/summer/skimpy outfits to enjoy live music in a desert-style location. I decided to make a sketch on it, though I have to say, I got all my inspiration from My Closet in Sketches. Emma Roberts running around in tiny WTF outfits really didn't do much but scar me mentally -_-
xoxo vami-kat
P.S Listen to music and forget all your woes :)
I'm killing two birds with one stone today, since I am a certified idiot who forgot yesterday was International Dance Day and also, I need to up my kindness quotient *a new year's resolution* that really isn't done often enough. Not that I'm a mean snob or something...jeesh.
But seriously. Oh wait I forgot what to write now...erm....YES! Gaah....how typical of me -_-
So me being a ex-ballerina of 6 years, who's worked with people from Juilliard and everything, dancing has always been part of my life. As previously mentioned, I was a ballet dancer in training for 6 YEARS. Heck, I saw dreams of being a prima ballerina one day. Then, of course, I quit after my first year of high school to pursue music and fashion. But I still miss it. I loved ballet a lot. I thought of it as such an elegant, graceful and beautiful art form. I loved the costumes and the music and the movements. I loved everything about it.
I also hated the fact that people used to think, and still do actually, that ballet was for sissy girls who just twirled around on their tippie-toes in silly, froofy tutus. It annoyed the CRAP out of me. I hate people who try to imitate ballerinas. They look like absolute fools. And I also hate people who laugh at ballet and don't take it seriously.
This is an amazing ballet duo that were on the show, Live to Dance. I LOVE their performance :)
I remember coming home with sore legs, I remember gritting my teeth when I was forced to raise my pointed leg at a 90 degree angle and keep it there for a whole minute while keeping the rest of my body straight and perfectly aligned. I remember feeling like I was going to cry because my teacher kept shouting at me to point my toes while I was pirouetting in the air for hours on end.
Nobody really understands the kind of pain and sacrifice a ballerina goes through. It's actually a lot tougher than running around trying to kick a ball. In fact, I think it's one of the most difficult dance forms in the world. So I guess you should think twice before making fun of ballet. It DEFINITELY ain't for sissies.
I never got to go on pointe. It's actually pretty dangerous. If not done properly or at the wrong time, then you can break your toes, or seriously injure yourself. Possibly, ruining the chances of you ever dancing again. But still. I guess doing your first pirouette en pointe, is a pretty magical feeling :)
Aww, I used to love it when the little kids came from the baby class to watch us. They'd stare with their little wide eyes and gasp at our twirls and exercises. I remember thinking to myself, "This is the best feeling in the world" :) This year, I met with one of my old friends who I used to do ballet with. She told me how she'd always wanted to be like me as a ballerina. She told me how she'd feel pathetic when the teacher complimented me and ignored her. She asked me why the hell did I quit when I was so good! This made me laugh because I used to feel neglected and awful in the exact same way about another girl!! I guess ballet also makes you feel insecure and down a lot. You need to have a tough skin. Now both of us have left ballet and we laugh over our memories. We may not have been cut out for it but that's okay. We enjoyed it back in our days :)
Ohmigod. I sound like a granny reminiscing about her past!!! Lmao
Oh I clearly remember waiting in the wings, giggling with my amigos and waiting for my cue. And I wore a costume exactly like that when I played a swan in our rendition of the Swan Lake. My white tutu is still sitting in my cupboard ;)
Tell me. Does that in any way, look easy to you??
Moving on to the actual point of this post :) I have a friend. His name's Tawanda and he's a writer. No, scratch that. He's an INCREDIBLE writer. The stuff he writes, is so incredibly mature and moving and beautiful and....well, why don't you see for yourself? I stumbled across one of his poems on Facebook yesterday, and sure enough, it's about a ballerina :) Enjoy!
The Ballerina At My Door
There's a ballerina dancing at my door
Dancing to classical music score
Here skin pearly and pale
Each footstep like raining hail
Eyes icy cold
A girl whom has sold her soul
Her soul sold to dance and ballet
She would like to perform a piece if she may
A figure so gracious
Her movement vivacious
Yet so soft and calm
She holds the music in her palm
Perhaps I could give the ballerina
A penny or two for a dance
Perhaps I could give her applause
If she shows me contemporary romance
Tights stretched across her long legs
Black markings and white powder on hercheeks
It is for dance that she endeavors
An endeavor I would like to meet
Choreographed and synchronized touch
The tears from her eyes bear too much
The little girl who dances for the world
Holds the music in her palm
And utters a soft psalm
She whispers quietly to herself
She dances on the shelf
The library of dance
She tries to find her book
She tries so hard to look
The ballerina then performs her grand opus
Her final piece and final movement
The final orchestration that is conducted
The plot and the story that has been constructed
She pirouettes for the final time
Tonight is the night she finally shines
She glows and her joy spreads
We feel all that she has held inside
The ballerina dancing at my door
Does not wish to dance any more
She has moved enough to the musical score
Doubt erased she is now sure
While moving her feet to the symphony
The ballerina at my door has left me
Left me with harmony and melody
Omigod. That just makes me sigh at his talent. And also make me feel like a pathetic loser compared to him. If you wanna see more of Tawanda's rad writings, check out his blog HERE
Thank you for sticking by till the end. I atleast hope you now see ballet in a different light :)
And if you're a serious dancer, I say that keep on dancing and never give up. One day the world will see your moves :)
I really don't know what's wrong with me...I just wanna EAT. No, no,
don't take me as some scary eating disorder girl or something, I
just....gaah. Cannot explain. I'm really just a girl who likes to have
fun. But, which girl doesn't? Ahh...I guess I'm just high on shopping
and chocolate ice-cream.
And the fact that
Botswana has finally got a really cool new mall!! It feels like I'm in
SA!! Sigh...thus country has finally made some retail progress... I
thank whichever angel listened to my prayers. And for snagging me those
two cute tops today. Sigh...whoever said money can't buy happiness
didn't know the temporary bliss a recent purchase gives a girl ;)
Mmm...I love this song :) It's an oldie but goodie!!! Hehe
Mmm....I'm drunk on vanilla twilight *that's not some new age brand of alcohol*.....Just kidding. I gave my Tumblr a GIGANTICO makeover today. And now its new title is officially, yes, you guessed it, Drunk on Vanilla Twilight. Creative, huh? So check it out NOW NOW NOW---> Drunk on Vanilla Twilight :)
If you haven't already figured out my lyric-addled brain's doings yet, yes, I did name my tumblr after this tres jolie song
Aww, don't we all miss Owl City?? Seriously, where have they disappeared to....? o.O
I honestly don't have much more to say today, because I am a
boring, pathetic loser whose brain likes to shut down sometimes. I think
I'll just go eat french fries and watch Gossip Girl for like, the
gazillionth time. Oh and also endlessly reblog Hunger Games stuff.
'Cause that is just my geekiness shining through -__-
Peace, Glitter, Cupcakes & Confetti :)
xoxo vami-kat
P.S John Mayer's music is the bomb.com :O
That's a bit idiotic if you ask me. But culture is culture *shrug*
