Oh marriage, why must you take my sister away?

This lovely lady is my little sister, who is getting married in two months. I don't think it has hit her yet...she is going along in her ladidah ways. But it has started bothering me a bit..she's such a pretty little darling creature....and soon, I won't be able to follow her around the house while she eats, showers, changes, puts on her makeup....I won't be able to bounce my silliest ideas off her on a daily basis...there are so many won'ts. But I guess it does happen to all sisters....and people survive....hence I shall survive. Maybe this will be the start of a new type of relationship with her...with new secrets and rituals and gossip and laughs...who knows.
Until then, I shall be sad and happy at the same time...

Some people are just good on camera

Some people are just made for the camera. My ex-roommate Amina was amazing on camera. Haidar is also great with his constantly changing poses. Shiraz, too, is interesting as a subject.
And then there are others who, no matter how hard they try, are terrible on camera. A. is one of them. His poses are always the same, and his body is always frozen in space. My other best friend, L., is also terrible on camera. Her smile refuses to surface.
This all makes me wonder...back in the days of high art, how did painters choose their subjects? Did they look for a beautiful lady to model for Venus, or Nike? Or did they just pick their mistresses? Could a lady volunteer to be a model?
Oh how much I would love to be somebody's muse!

Cupcakes

Cupcakes are therapeutic. Baking them, photographing them, eating them, even cleaning up after them..

Certain Other Somebodies

See this picture of the CN tower? The camera is slightly tilted, so the tower looks like Pisa. My hand moved, resulting in blurry lights. It's quite the imperfect image really.
The lonely CN tower, so perfect and tall and proud and..alone. No matter how many people appreciate its perfection, nobody knows quite how to take a perfect picture. It's cursed with an existence of lonely days and even lonelier nights while its many fans frolick around in its courtyards with their certain other somebodies.

Every now and then, the love of your life goes on a rendezvous with a certain other somebody, completely oblivious to your unconditional love. You sit there smiling, heavy-hearted, not blinking lest the tears slide down your cheek. You must be happy for your love. After all, that is true love isn't it? To selflessly be happy when your love is happy. But what should one do with the jealous pain?

This tower can't help but be immersed in this world where her love switches certain other somebodies and enjoys them all. She feels hurt, and ignored for herself. And she feels happy for him. Crazy dilemmas the universe hands out to lonely perfect towers.

Identity (Hall)

My thesis is in its last stages...I am writing and rewriting every little piece. Stuart Hall and his concept of the Other and identity keep crossing into my daily life....and I can't help but feel a little bit colonial sometimes.

Maya's Flowers

February 13, 2009

A and A bought Maya flowers for her birthday.

York

February 2009: York Resumes