Audience: 20-40 year old woman, who enjoys watching Sex and the City religiously
The purpose of this piece is to provide entertainment to those who envy the fashionista/socialite lifestyle that the snooty lead.
Marlene
A very well dressed, prim and proper, middle aged woman, is seen pushing through the doors of a university building. She doesn't seem to notice anyone that is passing by her, probably because she is in a hurry to grab a frock from the dry cleaners, or something along those lines. She is wearing a hunter green, crocodile (fake?), knee length coat. She is also carrying a chocolate Balenciaga bag. Her hair was probably blown out by Marc Anthony just this morning, and her makeup looks freshly applied.
As soon as she exits the building, she opens her designer hand bag, and retrieves her rhinestone embellished blackberry. What model blackberry? I have no idea. She checks the time on the device, and it tells her it is 4:39 pm. There is an unread text message notification on the display. It's labelled from Andrew.
Andrew is her fiance. He writes her a text saying that he will be home at 6. They live together in a condominium in the down town core. Their building is rather swanky, with a marbled lobby, and an elevator attendant. They have lived together for almost 3 years now.
Andrew is a banker in the RBC building, and our chosen subject, Marlene, is a fashion teacher at the down town university she was seen leaving from. She is a teacher by day, but a prominent socialite in the evening. Tonight she is going to attend a cocktail party hosted by Fashion Magazine. She plans to wear a Diane Von Furstenburg blue, silk, halter dress.
Marlene is not the type that sits at home twiddling her thumbs. She has weekly plans of attending big bashes, hosted by well known industries and people. Although she is a teacher at the university, he social life comes before her duty as a mentor. She believes she must uphold her ranking in society. She is very much a materialistic woman. Her appearance is important in the world she lives in.
Marlene does not truly appreciate the small things in life. She is the kind of person that would choose a Tiffany's ring, over donating a cheque to Cancer Research. It's pathetic in a sense, but this lifestyle, is the only one she understands. She only gives a hoot about the people that she can acquire things from. These things range from free swag to being the subject of a newspaper article. Yes, unfortunately, Marlene is only "friends" with you because you have something she wants.
There are many people out there who behave like Marlene. They are very conscious of their appearances, and look down to those who have less than them. If they don't have anything to offer, Marlene does not care for your time.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Don't Judge a Book by its Cover
Audience: 15 year old teenage girls/boys - 43 year old ignorant adults
This post is intended for those who make assumptions about people without considering the life they lead behind closed doors. Hopefully this teaches that people deserve more compassion and people are thoroughly interesting, if you give them a chance.
Frank
It is a bright, end of winter/start of spring kind of afternoon. A seemingly timid Asian man with a small physique is spotted strolling along the pathway of a park. His presence is not captivating by any means, for obvious physical reasons, but it is his gentle smile that catches ones attention.
The air is still rather cold, despite the sun being out. He is protecting himself from the elements with a vintage 90s windbreaker. How can you tell it's from the 90s? The obvious large, neon and geometric interlocking print is a dead giveaway. Moving on; he has the sleeves of his jacket rolled up in order to fit the shortness of his arms. He is wearing slightly faded black jeans that skim the top of his brown leather loafers. Obviously not up to date with the current fashion trends, but it's not of his concern.
He is carrying his usual public library branded tote, for that is most likely where he is heading. He walks with a slight trudge. The kind of slight trudge, where it seems as though he is narrowly catching himself from falling with every step. So this petite little man, continues to trudge his way towards the local library.
He has just left his home, which happens to be within walking distance of the library. He enjoys going to the library to bask in the collection of informative and entertaining selections stocked upon the shelves.
He spends a large portion of his free time at the library. He has this time on his hands because he happens to be single, and works from his own home.
At home, he lives with his very dependent mother. He is her only means of survival. He is able to stay at home and take care of her, because his work is directly from his home computer. He works for a small cellular phone company on the brink of collapse, and his job is to type up apology letters to clients.
He leads a life that others may consider to be bland, but our subject, Frank, does not see it that way. He views his extra time, as a blessing, considering the stress others have to endure. He sees his caretaking duties as a form of returning the favour, to the one that raised him to be the man he is today. Frank's lifestyle may not be one of the thrill seeking or spontaneous sort, but he enjoys his life. He enjoys the overall simplicity of it. Life is not considered simple by any means, but to Frank, his life is not complicated either.
This post is intended for those who make assumptions about people without considering the life they lead behind closed doors. Hopefully this teaches that people deserve more compassion and people are thoroughly interesting, if you give them a chance.
Frank
It is a bright, end of winter/start of spring kind of afternoon. A seemingly timid Asian man with a small physique is spotted strolling along the pathway of a park. His presence is not captivating by any means, for obvious physical reasons, but it is his gentle smile that catches ones attention.
The air is still rather cold, despite the sun being out. He is protecting himself from the elements with a vintage 90s windbreaker. How can you tell it's from the 90s? The obvious large, neon and geometric interlocking print is a dead giveaway. Moving on; he has the sleeves of his jacket rolled up in order to fit the shortness of his arms. He is wearing slightly faded black jeans that skim the top of his brown leather loafers. Obviously not up to date with the current fashion trends, but it's not of his concern.
He is carrying his usual public library branded tote, for that is most likely where he is heading. He walks with a slight trudge. The kind of slight trudge, where it seems as though he is narrowly catching himself from falling with every step. So this petite little man, continues to trudge his way towards the local library.
He has just left his home, which happens to be within walking distance of the library. He enjoys going to the library to bask in the collection of informative and entertaining selections stocked upon the shelves.
He spends a large portion of his free time at the library. He has this time on his hands because he happens to be single, and works from his own home.
At home, he lives with his very dependent mother. He is her only means of survival. He is able to stay at home and take care of her, because his work is directly from his home computer. He works for a small cellular phone company on the brink of collapse, and his job is to type up apology letters to clients.
He leads a life that others may consider to be bland, but our subject, Frank, does not see it that way. He views his extra time, as a blessing, considering the stress others have to endure. He sees his caretaking duties as a form of returning the favour, to the one that raised him to be the man he is today. Frank's lifestyle may not be one of the thrill seeking or spontaneous sort, but he enjoys his life. He enjoys the overall simplicity of it. Life is not considered simple by any means, but to Frank, his life is not complicated either.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Diary Entries from Inanimate Objects
"Dear Diary," written by The Flower
Day 1:
Today I feel quite vibrant and alive. I have not stopped smiling since the arrival of the sun this morning. He makes me feel warm and safe. I try my hardest to look my best for him. I open up my petals a little wider than usual when I am in his presence. I can tell I have his attention because he can’t seem to keep his rays off of me.
My beauty is rather captivating; if I do say so myself. I mean, just a few minutes ago, a lady was walking her dog, and she stopped dead in her tracks, looking right in my direction. She advanced towards me as she set her sunglasses atop her wild blond curls. I suddenly realized that I had pollen sprinkled across my mouth; the bee always forgets to clean up after his visits. She drew nearer in proximity and I began to have a small fit of panic. I prayed that she wouldn’t notice my little faux pas.
We were face to face at this point. She had a very satisfied smile on her face. I think my soft, crimson, ombré skin won her over. She continued to scan her eyes across every single part of my body, and I felt my stamen retract timidly. I always feel a little awkward when onlookers size me up.
She lifted her finger and began to pet my petals. Her finger was warm and I felt the contours of her fingerprint with every stroke. Her touch settled my anxiety, and I was thankful for her company.
It’s always nice to be approached by strangers who don’t ask for anything from me, but they walk away with contentment for life, that I managed to help them achieve.
Day 2:
It is currently raining. It has been about 2 weeks since we have had a down pour. A little peculiar considering the fact that it is April. The air is quite moist, but the temperature is comfortable.
I was beginning to feel a little dehydrated. My petals were in the very early stages of wilting, but the rain showed up just in time. My caretaker was here earlier in the week to provide the weekly dose of nutrients, but he did not water, on the account that he was anticipating it to rain later in the week.
I quite enjoy the rain. I like the way raindrops seem to grip onto my petals. They stay on for a little while, but eventually roll off my curves. Each one rolls off with a barely audible "bloop," as if to say goodbye.
I feel calm and serene on rainy days. Unlike the sun, I don't have to constantly try to keep it's attention. The rain treats me the way I ought to be treated. It doesn't shine on other things behind my back, nor does it hide when we get into an argument. The rain cares about my needs, and takes care of them.
Maybe it's time for me to re-evaluate my options. I love them both dearly and can't live without either of them. Hopefully the next day brings some much needed answers.
Day 3:
Today the sun is out again. I could hardly sleep at all last night. I was too busy trying to come up with excuses as to why I didn't dry off from the rain right away. Truth is, the rain and I still have feelings for each other. Although we do see each other every so often, the passion we feel when we're together is like nothing in this world.
The sun knows about my past relationship with the rain. The rain and I were high school sweethearts; but we went our seperate ways during my full bloom. That's when I became seriously involved with the sun. He was confident, brazen, and not to mention, really hot.
I dove head first into it. I am not a shrinking violet, and am not afraid to speak my mind.
Ironically, he took it well. I wasn't all that suprised. I was not the first flower he laid his rays on, nor would I be the last. It was a little unnerving however, that he proceeded to heat up the white daisy across the street. Whatever, he won't go far with that one, she is still blossoming and burns easily.
At least it's over and done with. Now I can count down the days until the rain and I will joyfull reunite.
Day 4:
Today is a Saturday morning, hence why there are so many people out playing in my park. Families are kicking a ball around, and I am scared it may roll over to my area. There should be a gate around my floral community. Just the other day, a chrysanthemum was trampled on, and the gardner had to dispose of her. She was quickly replaced, but if that were to ever happen to me, I'm not sure if I would be so forgiving.
A couple of toddler girls are playing near me right now. They are holding hands and wearing dainty dresses with ruffles. They are picking the flowers not too far from me, and putting them into a basket they have with them. I don't mind the idea of being picked off the roots, because it is so common, but I'm not sure if now would be the right time, considering the fact that my ex is watching, and it would be embarassing for me to be helplessly plucked away.
The little girl in the yellow dress is picking a few flowers in my row. You'd be a fool not to want to pick me. Her chubby dirt riddened hand descends upon me and with one swift yank, I am out of the soil. She is waving me around like a ragdoll. I feel so ... so ... LIBERATED.
TAKE THAT SUN! Now I can be relocated and not have to see your sweltering face ever again. I hope I will be part of a beautiful bouquet of flowers for the girls' mother or something, that way she will put me into a vase of some sort, and I will once again be the centre piece of a dining room table, for dinner guests to admire.
The Lost Earring
*I'm not using this object as the one I want, but I couldn't bear to delete it.
I started out in life as a member of a clan. There were about 4 pairs of us in each package. It was our duty to be presentable so little girls would point and stare at us with lust. My pack happened to be the one at the front of the rack, so it was only a matter of time that we would be purchased.
The day finally arrived that we would settle into a new home. The customer was a teenage girl with long, dark hair. I smiled uncontrollably as she approached us. "Ooh" I heard her say as she stroked each one of us with her soft finger tips.
The cashier slipped us into the store logoed baggy, and before I knew it, I was sitting on soft cushions in a jewellery box. She visited the jewellery box regularly and found a new pair of earrings to wear each time. I waited patiently for my turn to be displayed to the world.
I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I was joking with my friend, the pearl earrings, when I saw the familiar light of the room. I instinctively knew that it was my time.
I was a glimmering diamond cut stud earring. She wore my partner and I out to a dance that evening. We were stunners, she wore her hair up so people could get a better view of us.
After the dance, she and a group of her friends went down to the beach to have an after party. The girls and boys took off their shoes and ran along the shoreline.
Her hair out so that it would blow in the wind, but I was barely clinging on. My backing had fallen off, and I was hanging on for dear life. The fall was a long way down. I was buried beneath the grains of sand. She didn't notice at all what had happened. I tried crying out for help. She was too far now. I was rooted in the sand like a small plant. She wasn't going to come back for me. I knew it in my heart. How will the other earring manage without a companion? The thought of being alone crept up on me and I began to worry.
I worried about the tides coming in, I worried about the grains of sand getting trapped in my prongs. I did not imagine my life as a lost piece nestled in the abyss of sand. I was scared no doubt, but it could have been worse...right? I mean I could have ended up in a garbage can, or melted on the sun blazed sidewalk; but I was right here. I was surrounded by the comforting coolness of the sand. I slowly drifted into a soft slumber, and left any uncertainties for the following morning.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Don't give money to strangers or people that claim to know you
My friend and I usually go to the cafeteria to heat up our food at lunch time. Yesterday was no exception. It's funny that sometimes the microwave line up will sometimes rival the length of the caf food line up. Sometimes there is a silent awkwardness between the people who aren't lining up the right way. You think to yourself, I know these people are not trying to butt, because I won't allow it! You have an awkward shuffle once in a while with these people by the means of mental war fare.
On this particular lunch, i recognized a small clump of girls from waiting in line yesterday, Great... another uncomfortable stand off. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself with this theory of mine. I'm not being rude, but they were identifiably book smart kids. They were speaking amongst themselves, approximately 3-4 or so of them standing aside near the microwave. When two ...not so book smart looking girls approched one of the book smart kids, and was asking to bum off some money. She was saying things like how they had class together and how she has her email, just to prove that they knew each other. To sum up the situation, it was a feeble attempt. The book smart girl was pretty reluctant about coughing up change for a girl who didn't know her name. It was pretty funny to watch, little niners trying to have their way. The adventures that go on in the cafeteria are just immaculate. You can literally table hop and learn something new of each group of people, just by listening in.
The cafeteria is definitely underestimated. It's a haven for likes to gather together and share the news of the morning classes. I highly recommend checking out the school caf for people watching and evesdropping
On this particular lunch, i recognized a small clump of girls from waiting in line yesterday, Great... another uncomfortable stand off. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself with this theory of mine. I'm not being rude, but they were identifiably book smart kids. They were speaking amongst themselves, approximately 3-4 or so of them standing aside near the microwave. When two ...not so book smart looking girls approched one of the book smart kids, and was asking to bum off some money. She was saying things like how they had class together and how she has her email, just to prove that they knew each other. To sum up the situation, it was a feeble attempt. The book smart girl was pretty reluctant about coughing up change for a girl who didn't know her name. It was pretty funny to watch, little niners trying to have their way. The adventures that go on in the cafeteria are just immaculate. You can literally table hop and learn something new of each group of people, just by listening in.
The cafeteria is definitely underestimated. It's a haven for likes to gather together and share the news of the morning classes. I highly recommend checking out the school caf for people watching and evesdropping
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Early morning ramblings and Girl Bashing
I might be getting ahead of myself but, better to do it early than to procrastinate. I am sadly blogging while I'm supposed to be finishing uni-apps. :'(
I overheard a conversation between a few friends of mine after school today and it was pretty funny. I just caught the exact words of what my friend "Lane" said; and I remembered it because it had some truth behind it. She merely stated "You know what's annoying? When you see an annoying girl imitating another annoying girl." True words have never been spoken deeper.
That theory got my wheels turning. Girls are always jealous of other girls. I'm not sure if it was biologically implanted into us, but it's uncontrollable. I'm not saying that someone may necessarily be jealous of this annoying girl imitator/annoying girl, but that girls have a tendency to just bash other girls just because they have something the other may not. It's absolutely ridiculous... break into the "Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends" dance routine.
We put down other girls to make vulnerable female selves feel just a little better, at the expense of someone else's confidence. Low blow. I'm not sure what exactly to make of it, but it's what I have observed. When there is no one to blame, do what everyone else does, blame the media!
I overheard a conversation between a few friends of mine after school today and it was pretty funny. I just caught the exact words of what my friend "Lane" said; and I remembered it because it had some truth behind it. She merely stated "You know what's annoying? When you see an annoying girl imitating another annoying girl." True words have never been spoken deeper.
That theory got my wheels turning. Girls are always jealous of other girls. I'm not sure if it was biologically implanted into us, but it's uncontrollable. I'm not saying that someone may necessarily be jealous of this annoying girl imitator/annoying girl, but that girls have a tendency to just bash other girls just because they have something the other may not. It's absolutely ridiculous... break into the "Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends" dance routine.
We put down other girls to make vulnerable female selves feel just a little better, at the expense of someone else's confidence. Low blow. I'm not sure what exactly to make of it, but it's what I have observed. When there is no one to blame, do what everyone else does, blame the media!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Random Azn Boys in the Rotunda
I got a little carried away with the last post. This poster doesn't have a word counter for me to keep track. OH WELL
As the title suggests, that was where I caught my latest prey. It was a hustling and bustling environment, that Rotunda. I made a deliberate attempt to find a location where people gravitated towards. The hip hangout that is the Rotunda was a prime spot.
I found myself a seat beside one of the two azn boys involved in the "exciting" conversation. Yes, I did look pretty obvious, but whatever, like they had any idea I was jotting down their convo on my clipboard... pshh
I only caught two lines of their conversation, but it was clear that it was a disatisfaction towards someone(s) wearing an outfit that was frowned upon. It was slightly offensive, but what else do you expect from niner boys. A friend of mine told me that niners hold the most interesting conversations. It's understandable, they're getting a feel for the new surroundings, and are carefully selecting what they want to talk about to make themselves sounds "cool".
I have a hate/love relationship with niners. I hate em because they're loud and annoying,but love them because you know you can squash them if it ever came down to it. No offense to any niner readers out there.
As the title suggests, that was where I caught my latest prey. It was a hustling and bustling environment, that Rotunda. I made a deliberate attempt to find a location where people gravitated towards. The hip hangout that is the Rotunda was a prime spot.
I found myself a seat beside one of the two azn boys involved in the "exciting" conversation. Yes, I did look pretty obvious, but whatever, like they had any idea I was jotting down their convo on my clipboard... pshh
I only caught two lines of their conversation, but it was clear that it was a disatisfaction towards someone(s) wearing an outfit that was frowned upon. It was slightly offensive, but what else do you expect from niner boys. A friend of mine told me that niners hold the most interesting conversations. It's understandable, they're getting a feel for the new surroundings, and are carefully selecting what they want to talk about to make themselves sounds "cool".
I have a hate/love relationship with niners. I hate em because they're loud and annoying,but love them because you know you can squash them if it ever came down to it. No offense to any niner readers out there.
The "artistic" kids
Today's art class was a rather unusual one. That's not to say that every art class isn't unusual. Every course has it's quirks, and it seems that the freaks seem to gather in one particular one. I admit to being one of those freaks. Everyone in my class gets along quite well, but then again it is the second week of semester 2.
I'm surrounded by a rather easy going group of kids. We comment bluntly on the mis-shapen noses that the latter will unskillfully draw, but hey it's constructive criticism right?
Today's eavesdopping of conversation, was between three boys that sit behind me. It starts out rather...bland; " Yo ___ how's your your day ____" Not exciting, but what the conversation develops into, is a typical boys joke insult about the other's sexuality (eye roll). Somewhere along the conversation, the words "World War IV" is thrown in. No idea why that is brought up, because obviously there hasn't been a WWIII yet.
This conversation is no surprise. Teenagers are pretty linear. We make the casual small talk about course, teachers, weekend festivities, etc. But that's not to say that we are not intelligent. We reserve those meaningful conversations with friends during random times. My friends and I actually managed to cover the effects of the recession in our own lives. It all depends on when you listen in. And I chose.. a rather uneventful time.
I'm surrounded by a rather easy going group of kids. We comment bluntly on the mis-shapen noses that the latter will unskillfully draw, but hey it's constructive criticism right?
Today's eavesdopping of conversation, was between three boys that sit behind me. It starts out rather...bland; " Yo ___ how's your your day ____" Not exciting, but what the conversation develops into, is a typical boys joke insult about the other's sexuality (eye roll). Somewhere along the conversation, the words "World War IV" is thrown in. No idea why that is brought up, because obviously there hasn't been a WWIII yet.
This conversation is no surprise. Teenagers are pretty linear. We make the casual small talk about course, teachers, weekend festivities, etc. But that's not to say that we are not intelligent. We reserve those meaningful conversations with friends during random times. My friends and I actually managed to cover the effects of the recession in our own lives. It all depends on when you listen in. And I chose.. a rather uneventful time.
The Oh So Exciting Conversations in a Grocery Store...
And so it begins... I am a high school student by day, and a grocery store cashier by night. That's my superpower. Exciting right?I am usually confined to the express lane, which resides within an invisible barrier that I am unable to step out of. Sunday's highlight was the main store manager's food purchase through the lane adjacent to mine. He's the big teddy bear sort of fellow, and has a pretty good sense of humour. It just so happened that he was a penny short with his purchase... Tsk tsk tskThe cashier at the time, my friend Weiner, wasn't going to let him off that easily. But the customer was reluctant. He couldn't muster up the penny.He made a deal that if her till was only short of the penny that he owed, he would pay her $10 the following day. Hah..I have not heard from Weiner whether he has forked over the bill. But I do believe he is a man of his word. At my work, people are pretty cool, well the ones you get along with anyway. Work provides a sort of relief to the normal mundane school life. But that's not to say that it doesn't have it's challenges.The above story is one of many "fun" conversations you become enraptured in.I apologize to those who make a dirty face to this post, this is the most excitement that goes on in a grocery story.
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