going, going...

and gone past 25 in a flash... I feel like Donkey from Shrek, running towards something with ears flapping and arms outstreched only to screech to a halt and say hey wait a min, i think i missed the right turn...
ok so im 26 now. dont feel any different. didnt expect to feel any different actually from last year. but i dont feel any different from 13 years ago or maybe 14. i could very well be 12 in my little pink frock, confused, spaced out and pretty much just doing my own thing.... adulthood, where is thy clarity?

a party for pooh bear....

reading a couple of pooh bear books i picked up.. 2 of the 4 favourites in fact- winnie the pooh and house at pooh corner... the book has the most amazing illustrations... yeah it feels like im going back to my childhood...just bought 2 of the shrek toys, donkey and princess fiona, and am dying to get shrek with my next happy meal... but i digress....
i want a party...sigh...a nice grown up party with lots of stuff to drink, loud music and if its workable a beach... but then again im not too fussy... and im getting all itchy and twitchy cos its my birthday cming up... and like eeyore im super depressed about it...

GLAMOUROUS!

was watching paris hilton being taken back to prison and she was as usual well ...dressed glamourously ...can't help wonderng how much stars spend on their clothes.... i know it is sin for them to be caught in the same outfit twice.. some stars like Beyonce i heard apparently have a stylist who checks her from head to toe EVERY time she steps out...phew!
which brings me to the question, what do they do with the old clothes. t-shirts/tops can be re cycled ONCE i guess but what about the rest? do they just chuck it in the bin ( i dont see a paris hilton or lindsay lohan contributing to charity!!) or do they sell them back to the designers? does it hold true for accesories as well? esp jewelry. after having spent a couple of hundred dollars on a much talked about and ofcourse photographed piece, do they put it away in safe keep for when it fades from collective public memory?
v life changing this thought of mine...

that thingie you know..

why cant i EVER remember things? places, people, addresses....why? its so embarassing when i meet people i've spoken with/done stories on and the whole thing and I cant remember their godforsaken name. increasinlgy i cant seem to place a face as well. like this lady i did a half an hour shoot with and i put my foot in my mouth when i met her only a month later and said, "We've met somewhere havent we''?
or names of roads... im always saying you know, the road thats parallel to the railway crossing..evn if my office happens to be on the same road....gaaaaah....getting old my ladies.....

the blah sutra....

blah...blah...blah...voices...voices...voices in my head...like a bad tape recorder playing back the same song over and over again...snippets of conversations, songs and everything else mundane...crowding my head up so much theres no space left to listen to the real things...the little squeak inside of me....

YAARU?....SMITH

thats the topmost thought on my mind post steve tyler's hiss-tronics... the audio was terrible...and I was right in front...they sat during one song on some easy chairs (or should I have expected that considering their age?)...and didnt sing some of their most popular songs.... so all in all it was very 'who-the' and 'what-the'.....
sad, considering all the money spent and all the publicity given......