Scarlett Johansson is an American actress.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Lovely Lady: Christina Milian
Christina Milian is an American R&B and pop singer-songwriter, record producer, dancer, actress, and model.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Lovely Lady: Leighton Meester
Leighton Meester is an actress popularized by her role as Blaire Waldorf on Gossip Girl.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Dinner Reservation for 1: Continued
Submitted by : Mia-Vivienne
An update to my previous Dinner Reservation for 1
One step, two steps, halt and release my luggage. Standing on line to hand over my ticket to board the plane is standard, and despite this trip not being my first time boarding a plane, it felt virginal to me. It was my first traveling completely alone. I felt a sense of exhilaration, like this was actually happening. I was going to a foreign country completely alone. As soon as I passed Jamaican customs, I started getting hit on. Flattering, I suppose. I started to wonder exactly how conspicuous was a lone American female traveler.
The tour guide, receptionists and a horde of visitors inquired about my solo visitation. I ate in a grand buffet-style hall, with myself, hundreds of eyes and sometimes with my ‘Twilight’ books. My first dinner there felt something like an out-of-body moment. I heaped the colorful, aromatic food (usually 1-2 portions of an entrée and dessert) onto my plates and walked along tables until I found an empty two-seater or sometimes a four-seater. After much shock and apprehension from friends back home about eating alone I almost expected a ghastly evening. That could not be farther from what actually happened. If I was feeling at all self-conscious, any trace of it would melt with the succulent food in front of me or the gentle rush of the sea on the pitch black horizon or even because of the warm, dimly-lit hall buzzing with indistinct conversations. I was no stranger to eating alone, which I suppose was an advantage for my vacation. What did feel surreal to me, almost as if I were observing someone else’s life rather than mine, was the idea of a solo vacation without fear; I was not afraid of being alone. The idea was intoxicating and I was still sober. My days and nights were filled with food, liquor, swimming (and applying sun block) kayaking and reading. I did not hesitate in speaking to strangers and I’m glad I did not. Thanks to these conversations, I learned some techniques (from a pro nonetheless!) on how to really shoot and aim with a cue stick. If my boyfriend thought he could hold his own in pool before, he doesn’t stand a chance now! I learned the proper way to play chess, since it appears; I was missing a few important rules.
Ideally, a vacation is supposed to be an escape, a break with routine. Everyday I carry my cell phone and sometimes even a watch. While in Jamaica, I had neither. It felt weird not to have an almost unwillingly present form of communication. If someone were to call me in the states, I have the choice to answer or not. In Jamaica, no one could call. I communicated at my will, specifically dialing a series of numbers or logging online. Time came to mean position of the sun in the sky. There was truly something liberating in not timing my day, just doing as I pleased, when I pleased. One of my days consisted of swimming and drinking a few strawberry daiquiris, reading ‘Twilight’ beach side and watching two movies with cheeseburgers in my room, followed by a balmy night of playing floor chess, pool and Pilate's.
An update to my previous Dinner Reservation for 1
One step, two steps, halt and release my luggage. Standing on line to hand over my ticket to board the plane is standard, and despite this trip not being my first time boarding a plane, it felt virginal to me. It was my first traveling completely alone. I felt a sense of exhilaration, like this was actually happening. I was going to a foreign country completely alone. As soon as I passed Jamaican customs, I started getting hit on. Flattering, I suppose. I started to wonder exactly how conspicuous was a lone American female traveler.
The tour guide, receptionists and a horde of visitors inquired about my solo visitation. I ate in a grand buffet-style hall, with myself, hundreds of eyes and sometimes with my ‘Twilight’ books. My first dinner there felt something like an out-of-body moment. I heaped the colorful, aromatic food (usually 1-2 portions of an entrée and dessert) onto my plates and walked along tables until I found an empty two-seater or sometimes a four-seater. After much shock and apprehension from friends back home about eating alone I almost expected a ghastly evening. That could not be farther from what actually happened. If I was feeling at all self-conscious, any trace of it would melt with the succulent food in front of me or the gentle rush of the sea on the pitch black horizon or even because of the warm, dimly-lit hall buzzing with indistinct conversations. I was no stranger to eating alone, which I suppose was an advantage for my vacation. What did feel surreal to me, almost as if I were observing someone else’s life rather than mine, was the idea of a solo vacation without fear; I was not afraid of being alone. The idea was intoxicating and I was still sober. My days and nights were filled with food, liquor, swimming (and applying sun block) kayaking and reading. I did not hesitate in speaking to strangers and I’m glad I did not. Thanks to these conversations, I learned some techniques (from a pro nonetheless!) on how to really shoot and aim with a cue stick. If my boyfriend thought he could hold his own in pool before, he doesn’t stand a chance now! I learned the proper way to play chess, since it appears; I was missing a few important rules.
Ideally, a vacation is supposed to be an escape, a break with routine. Everyday I carry my cell phone and sometimes even a watch. While in Jamaica, I had neither. It felt weird not to have an almost unwillingly present form of communication. If someone were to call me in the states, I have the choice to answer or not. In Jamaica, no one could call. I communicated at my will, specifically dialing a series of numbers or logging online. Time came to mean position of the sun in the sky. There was truly something liberating in not timing my day, just doing as I pleased, when I pleased. One of my days consisted of swimming and drinking a few strawberry daiquiris, reading ‘Twilight’ beach side and watching two movies with cheeseburgers in my room, followed by a balmy night of playing floor chess, pool and Pilate's.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Lovely Lady: Amerie
Amerie was born in Fitchburg, Massachusetts to an African-American father and a Korean mother. She is a singer, songwriter, producer and actress.
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