Le Petit Prince

A fabulous Gucci shoe courtesy of www.style.com

The life of a single girl can be tough, but sometimes it catches you off guard. Like when you are out with friends and end up meeting a prince from Dubai. Yes, a real prince. On a recent girls night out, I was feeling a little unloved, unattractive and underappreciated when the said meeting took place. The girls and I went clubbing and were dancing when a group of guys came to dance with me and then asked if we would like to join them at the VIP area. It would be fun and all our drinks would be paid for. So we went up there, and this guy kept motioning to me to come sit next to him and although I hesitated, I went and sat down. One of his friends then told me that he is a prince from Dubai and I should be careful. They have lots of princes there, apparently. So I sat there, with my ego all happy since I got picked from all the girls. He was really really polite and respectful, and we just chatted. Then the clock struck 2 and my last u-bahn was about to turn into a pumpkin, so it was time to say farewell.

He didn't make me a princess, but he made me feel attractive and desired again. Exactly what the doctor ordered ;).

Sweet, fairytale-filled dreams!

Le Joy of Painting

Do you know Bob Ross? He is a painter who had his own TV show where he taught people to paint landscapes, using words such as "happy little clouds" and "happy little trees". A testimonial to German TV, 12 years after the show has stopped filming, it is still aired here. I have never actually painted with him, but I simply love watching him work. It sooths me, he is always so calm. His voice is so peaceful and I get lost in his landscapes of happiness. Even though he filmed his show in the '80s, his spirit somehow embodies the hippiness of the '60s and '70s for me. Is that what everybody was like back then, just completely chilled out, never in a rush? I just finished A Lotus Grows in the Mud which is Goldie Hawn's autobiography and she describes a black out as:

"This one night became, for me, the epitome of the flower-power, peace-and-love days of the sixties. No one slept. Everybody loved each other; strangers made friends with strangers, and we have the wildest, funniest, most romantic night."

I stumble upon Bob Ross' The Joy of Painting show sometimes in the middle of the night on TV and for a stressed, sleepless mind he is a sanctuary. Have a happy little weekend.

Le Sidebar

As some of you may have noticed I finally managed to update my sidebar (thanks to Kieth and Craig for their help). Come on, let's take a tour!

Le Quotes
These will probably change from time to time. Thank you to anonomous for posting the current quote in my comments. I don't know who you are, but I enjoy reading what you have to say.

Le Blogs
Fool's Errand belongs to Gene aka papa geno. He's an amazing writer. I used to do writing workshops with him and also DJed for the open mike nights he used to organize.

Letters to Marc Jacobs is just that. A blog by a woman who writes letters to Marc Jacobs. They are absolutely lovely, I love her language, her style. When I need to be inspired at work, I read a couple of her letters. I don't read them all at once since I don't want to waste them. I also really like the idea of writing to someone you admire. If I wrote to people I looked up to, it would be slightly different:

Letters to Eric Bana:
Dear Eric Bana,

I saw you in Munich, the movie, and found you very very hot. You look really good without your shirt on and I loved your character too. My feelings for you are very pure.

Love,
Sabrina


Letters to Dustin Hoffmann,
Dear Dustin,

I saw you once in Munich, the city. I would have said hello, but you were on the phone and I didn't want to bother you. You were wearing a strange hat, it look like a cross between the big one Jlo likes to wear and a cowboy hat. I know you were trying to avoid being recognized, however maybe you should try a style that's a little less weird and more hip? I recently rewatched The Graduate and realized you are very very hot. You look really good without your shirt on and I loved your character too. My feelings for you are very pure. Drop me a line if you ever want to go shopping together. We can pick out a new hat for you together.

Love,
Sabrina


Letters to Hello Kitty
Dear Hello Kitty,

I often get laughed at for loving you, but they just don't understand that our love is pure. It's the real deal. You make me smile and have been there when times were tough. Thank you for being cute and being you!

Love always,
Sabrina

Le Funny
Zach Braff's blog. Need I say more?

What Would Tyler Durden Do is currently my favorite blog. He is sooooo funny and according to my male friends, has lots of hot pictures on his blog too. So if you want to laugh, go there.

Le Gossip
These are pretty self explanatory.

Le Links
I love reading the NYT art sections, another thing I do when I need to be inspired at work.

Toytown Germany is useful for anyone who needs information about Germany, or has a couple of hours to waste arguing about...stuff.

Le Music
I love that picture. It was made for me at work for my birthday card (as far as I know there are no photos of Hello Kitty DJing). I was so touched because it made me realize that people at work do know me.

Instead of putting songs on every post, I will just link songs in this section. One of my favorites right now is Corcovado. I am in love with Astrid Gilberto's voice. When I hear it, I immediately find myself in a flowy cocktail dress on a terrace overlooking rugged Californian hills. It is the 70s and I am looking at the stars and sipping wine on a warm summer night surrounded by elegant people.

Radioblogclub let's you put together your own stations, Pandora puts together stations for you based on your favorite song, and Radio Paradise is an independent radio station which plays all kinds of music (they have even played Corcovado). It is excellent, especially if you like things like the Garden State soundtrack. And the DJ has the most soothing voice, he sounds just like Bob Ross.

Have a lovely evening!

Breens

Le Fan

How cool is that? My friend Katie just got back from Japan and bought 'a Hello Kitty fan for a Hello Kitty fan' (i.e. me). She also bought me a totally pimp Hello Kitty iPod Nano cover :). Awesome.

More posts to come later. My cousin left yesterday so I have to go clean up my room and bring it back to normal...

Le Camera

I've had my camera for a couple of weeks now and can already take some pretty funky photos. Of course I still can't take a decent one in a well-lit cafe at night, but making light streaks? No problem. Here some of my favorites:














As you can tell, my favorite features are long-exposure times and black and white.


I spent my Tuesday night blowing bubbles with my cousin. I have two bottles of bubbles in my room, one that I bought in my first year in Paris at a junk shop and the other one given to me by a friend. My cousin discovered one in my room and went straight to work. At first I kept having minor strokes everytime she got too close to my iBook, but soon I had to join in the fun. Kinda like in the movies where the business man meets Pretty Woman and she helps him be more carefree.

It's strange how something so simple can be fun and liberating. I blew huge bubbles just to catch them again, and admire the way they reflect bluish hues, greens and soft peach-pinks. When I looked into them, I could see my room, round, upside down and distorted. It was fun while it lasted, and it didn't last long, since someone got the liquid in her eye. Don't ask me how that's possible.

When was the last time you blew bubbles?

Time to go. I have a ten year old staring holes into my back and waiting to watch '13 going on 30' for the fifth time.

Good night!
Breens

Le Skinny Scarf

I made a skinny scarf. I've been working on it since February and I finally finished it today. It only took me 8 hours to make, but I have been bad about knitting this year so it sat there for a while. Now that I have top secret project in mind, this one needed to get done.




I didn't make the glitter parts, but I chose them in the shop.

Good night!
Breens

Le Judgment

I have been shamed by a ten year old. It's silly really, but there have been some comments made that I do not feel entirely comfortable with. First of all there is the whole 'omg you have so much Hello Kitty'. I mean, so what if I love a cat that was most likely aimed at children but is perfectly acceptable for an adult? It's not like I'm obsessed. And half of the stuff I own was given to me. Sure, they were from me to me, but still, it's rude to reject presents, everyone knows that.

And then there's the whole 'you treat your camera like a child' comment. What, like society doesn't pressure me enough to go and settle down and pop out babies? Now I'm getting pressure from children and family too? I'm only 26 people and I'll go down that path in my own time. Or am I misunderstanding the whole thing and she is just saying that I take really good care of my belongings? Is she calling me anal, because I'm not. It took me months to save up for the camera and then another two months to pick it. I'm bound to gingerly wrap it in it's original styrofoam bag and carefully place it into it's own Hello Kitty camera bag each time I use it.

Sigh.

Les Conversations with my Cousin

Cousin: Hebrewhebrewhebrew hebrewhebrew.
Me: uh huh. [smile]

***

Scene: Me and 10 year old cousin on couch. Me teaching cousin how to knit.

Her: Is this right?
Me: Here, always keep this on the right, I mean left. And hold this part with your shoe. With your shoe!!

***

Scene: In Muji, walking past the clothes

Her: Is this for men or for women?
Me: No this isn’t a Lebanese store. It’s Japanese.
Her: [stare] Is it for men?
Me: No it’s only Japanese. You know, Japan? Asia? China?
Her: [after long period of just staring] No no, not Lebanese. You know women, you are a women and then there are men. hebrewhebrewhebrew
Me: [stare]...[pause]...I don't know.

***

Scene: Crossing the street

Me: Come. Give me shoe!
Cousin: [gives me her hand]...[giggles]

***

Scene: In bed waking up. Rain pouring down outside

Me: It’s sunny outside.
Cousin: [smiles] [pause] [looks out the window]. It’s not sunny. It’s raining!
Me: Raining? What does sunny mean?

***

Cousin: Hebrewhebrewhebrew hebrewhebrew?
Me: [silence]…what?
Cousin: What time hebrewhebrew hebrew there?
Me: [silence]…..I don’t know.

***

Scene: Listening to Shakira

Her: What's the name of this song?
Me: Illegal
Her: Illingal?
Me. Illegal
Her: Illindwal?
Me: [melt]

Sigh. My brain hurts.