Month: January 2010

a little bit of this, a little bit of that

here’s a few of my favorite items.

bolero from pull and bear

mini skirt from pull and bear

boots from pull and bear

handbag from accessorize

eyeglasses from converse

scarf from mango

sunglasses from pepe jeans

sunglasses from pepe jeans

banana bread cake

banana bread cake with vanilla icecream

Ingredients:
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup butter, softened
1 egg
2 cups all-purpose flour
4 ripe bananas, mashed well
1 cup chopped walnuts
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt

– Preheat oven to 160C

– Lightly grease a 8×4 loaf pan or use non-stick

– Cream together the butter and white and brown sugar

– Beat in the egg and then the mashed bananas

– Mix in flour, baking soda, salt and walnuts

– Pour batter into pan

– Bake for 60 minutes

Nostalgie

French music makes me cry, it makes me feel nostalgic for something that I can’t quite put my finger on. I think I feel nostalgic on my mom’s behalf!

When I listen to French music such as Georges Moustaki or Charles Aznavour or Edith Piaf I feel like curling up in bed and staring at the walls and crying, not necessarily miserably, but just crying over the youth that has gone and can never be given back. Youth, what a powerful word. Youth means life, beauty, passion, energy, creativity, future, emotions, hope, time…

I really suck at getting older. I want to stay forever young. There I said it. I want to be 29 forever. 29. Amazing age. Mature yet young. I know one can be young at heart and in spirit at any age, I am like that, but it’s different when you’re really young, not like pretending you have not grown up. There’s a difference between being 29 and young than being 39 and young. 29 young is different than 39 young. 29 young means healthy hair, perfect smile, a non-aching body!

Looking at Bob Dylan now and listening to his music that has span decades makes me sad. It is like he’s a tree that is now turning yellow and leaning over and slowly withering! I am not saying that he’s getting older and he’s dying, but the difference between Bob Dylan in 1961 and Bob Dylan in 2010 (just like any other human being) is hard for me to understand. Why do people grow old?? Why can’t we just freeze at one age, an age of our choice?

I hate drama. Life is drama, whether we like it or not.

Good night.

feist- the reminder that we're still young and talented