tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66046149249768783692024-03-13T21:44:03.738-07:00Anything and EverythingTimlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-70601467772874290882011-07-27T03:50:00.000-07:002011-07-27T03:56:58.484-07:00PhotoShoot!This is just a teaser because I don't yet have the photos from the shoot, but I promise that I'll get them asap and you can see just how good I can look with the help of a nice camera and great lighting and, of course, the amazing photoshop. What would we do without it, eh? Lol.. <div>So keep your eyes peeled! I promise you won't be disappointed!</div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-51378979970890070372011-06-14T15:59:00.000-07:002011-06-14T16:26:45.341-07:00Fashion LustTwo things are on my mind these days, fashion wise; the incredibly amazing Birkin bag, and the African print Aldo shoes.<div>I don't understand why Aldo had to do it first. It seems like such an obvious idea, now that they have. But oh well. Hopefully our indigenous designers, who are already doing a great job taking ownership of ankara, will take a cue. This is <a href="http://http//www.jadore-fashion.com/2011/05/memorial-day-2011.html">Stella</a>, one of my style icons wearing these shoes, and I think she did an awesome job styling them. The awesome shoes!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYphMZVHMSZgS3lqyJ_zFwXw0tyEIl99MVKRYaxAKscM9RyttaaJJCAgeIOYczQc2SIGKxjbgSM8fninTIML4ec31bE29ExvfKFzD0DL8SEWCsOhdexlWVgbXnKoGc_0LV0PZYkN8Rso8/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYphMZVHMSZgS3lqyJ_zFwXw0tyEIl99MVKRYaxAKscM9RyttaaJJCAgeIOYczQc2SIGKxjbgSM8fninTIML4ec31bE29ExvfKFzD0DL8SEWCsOhdexlWVgbXnKoGc_0LV0PZYkN8Rso8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618220249437508530" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglpGOlpr5DsE81cuhk0Q2myLoooDU-pCyEIJzX_E-8gEuA-ZgufP3mzK_0WO2_CAPUdfHMK2Pq8T18e484QV-gF8ccmcj7lSpXv7b3RQlMqCF9WqJ4f3mYiC9iAnShMsEJetucxwxypwA/s1600/hermes-birkin-bag-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglpGOlpr5DsE81cuhk0Q2myLoooDU-pCyEIJzX_E-8gEuA-ZgufP3mzK_0WO2_CAPUdfHMK2Pq8T18e484QV-gF8ccmcj7lSpXv7b3RQlMqCF9WqJ4f3mYiC9iAnShMsEJetucxwxypwA/s320/hermes-birkin-bag-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618220237744240370" /></a><br /><div>And then there's the Birkin bag. Over the last few days I've assaulted my poor BB contacts with various photos of this bag; nothing has ever captured my love for a bag like this one has. I love my shoes fussy, but my bags the exact opposite. And to me the Hermes Birkin is the ultimate example of unfussy, structured beauty. Closely followed by the Kelly, of course.</div><div>As it is impossible in the 21st century to talk about the Birkin without mentioning Victoria Beckham, this is me mentioning her. Haha...she is reputed to own over a hundred pieces, and the value of her collection is placed at upwards of £1.5m. Did I hear you whistle? Yeah, me too. I am SO jealous of her!<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8KE0EUze2XGdb0RyX0dERpmZiVUIKDar4CIgXbvAD7jvLFpsfolQER_jmDqjoeDgJfL-a9lWd0-UfrW1_AAQMGvfRran5dDNfDmgfG7UNGytjmdgFDYZ7JBzH4Nn56Ucv5ItSwoMwsI/s1600/Hermes_Birkin_bag_25_Fuschia_pink_Ostrich_leather_Silver+hardware_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8KE0EUze2XGdb0RyX0dERpmZiVUIKDar4CIgXbvAD7jvLFpsfolQER_jmDqjoeDgJfL-a9lWd0-UfrW1_AAQMGvfRran5dDNfDmgfG7UNGytjmdgFDYZ7JBzH4Nn56Ucv5ItSwoMwsI/s320/Hermes_Birkin_bag_25_Fuschia_pink_Ostrich_leather_Silver+hardware_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618220233004948098" /></a>This pink one is my all-time favorite. When I saw this bag, I understood for the first time the famous quote; when I own a Birkin my life will be complete. Haha!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfERuXthWcKE10Mt4R23RltQld2tGzceGxQPYhxDxokPWkYhVFVH2WpmT0NFkAXZkc99FdEZtnMwXVdBZ8sZAfmncLX2rPo4NJHrJSCekuKpoJe0OzW16GbAb3951DKJ8DKC72-ibnjVM/s1600/BlackDiamondBirkin1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfERuXthWcKE10Mt4R23RltQld2tGzceGxQPYhxDxokPWkYhVFVH2WpmT0NFkAXZkc99FdEZtnMwXVdBZ8sZAfmncLX2rPo4NJHrJSCekuKpoJe0OzW16GbAb3951DKJ8DKC72-ibnjVM/s320/BlackDiamondBirkin1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618220228670817650" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-79663647737598781922011-05-28T13:10:00.001-07:002011-05-28T13:26:20.968-07:00Rocking my TWA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFZzGveIh8OHxm7PeCs53MSnfYW4J-5zH9DW_fHsEmT9M9HOIikFDB8F8VIG3VAfYuXfQV5cvrzfAiS49sKMfZ96ZkqP2gGxK-zRt9vI2Vqv6_9VeHNnsggPaOVC8o0GcGhiO4bP-LCc/s1600/DSCF1580b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFZzGveIh8OHxm7PeCs53MSnfYW4J-5zH9DW_fHsEmT9M9HOIikFDB8F8VIG3VAfYuXfQV5cvrzfAiS49sKMfZ96ZkqP2gGxK-zRt9vI2Vqv6_9VeHNnsggPaOVC8o0GcGhiO4bP-LCc/s320/DSCF1580b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611864149055726434" /></a><br />A good friend of mine took and edited this photo, and I love it because it makes me and my girlfriend look awesome, and would you get a load of my TWA! #vainmuch :DTimlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-7925924113847513022011-05-28T13:10:00.000-07:002011-05-28T13:12:22.574-07:00Rok]Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-87475033058405055642011-04-28T16:46:00.000-07:002011-04-28T17:00:34.766-07:00Found My Inspiration!I just discovered this fashion blogger,<a href="http://itsfashionthatstalksme.blogspot.com"> Betzabeth</a>, tonight, and Oh My Word that girl has style like I have never seen before. I mean, <a href="http://karlascloset.blogspot.com/">Karla Deras</a> will forever be the icon extraordinaire, but I feel somehow that Beth's style is much more accessible. Does that make sense? I would love to feature her, but we'll see about that. You should check her out! She's AHmazing, no lies. <div>Well, it's beddy byes! Night, fashion lovers!</div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-77806542618789095282011-04-20T14:01:00.000-07:002011-04-20T14:02:55.630-07:00Being Fearless<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">For some reason, when black women are described in popular culture/mass media, words like 'strong', 'fierce', 'sassy' and 'fearless' come up a lot. I don't know why this is, but it is. Is there something in our blood that makes us this way? Or is because we're so accustomed to being described like this that we become this way? I don't have the answer to this; maybe someone else can help me. Because I'm a young black woman, but I don't know about the 'fearless' bit. I'm terrified to death of what I'm about to do, which is basically chop all of my relaxed hair off. Yes, you read that right. I'm going to have less hair on my head than my older brother. Yikes. So note that, far from fearless, I'm sick-to-the-stomach, clutching-at-my-throat, having-weird-dreams-about-it scared. A fearless black woman would say she was scared shitless. But we've already established that I'm <em>not </em>fearless, haven't we? </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I love my hair, I think. But I'm dissatisfied with it. It's this straight, boring, characterless thing that obeys all the time. Lie flat. Be a bun. Bounce and be wavy. Yes, Your Majesty. And that's not really me; I like rebelling, and I'm definitely not characterless. People don't forget me in a hurry...lol... So, I'm thinking, why keep spending tons of money trying to find the perfect relaxer that will give me shiny, straight, obedient, <em>blah</em> hair? Who wants to be carrying around a <em>blah </em>on their heads, for Pete's sake? Um, not I, said the chicken. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">So, I'm going to cut it off. Start afresh, with the hair that God gave me, the way that He gave it to me. I had natural hair for the first fifteen years of my life, and now I wonder about how eager I was to get my first relaxer, how <em>ecstatic </em>I was with the results even though my scalp burned and itched for weeks afterwards, and my hair was all broken off a mere year later. I think about it and I want to kick myself; it's a good thing I'm not that flexible. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I don't remember what my hair was like. Strangely though, I remember one day in SS3, when all of us were washing our hair together, how I soaped my hair and stretched it out and tried to press it down, tried to keep it straight, secretly harboring resentful feelings against my anti-relaxer mum, longing to be able to pack it and pin it and harrass it into compliance so I could look pretty for Friday night. Sad, I know. If I knew then what I know now... Straighter is <em>not </em>better, it's not more beautiful, it's not <em>me.</em>And it's not my hair, either. My hair, whatever its texture, nappy or kinky or whatever, will finally have a chance to shine. And without Dr. Miracle's help, too.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I am not my hair, I know, but I can make it more like <em>me</em>. Strong, healthy, unique, beautiful the way God wanted it to be. <strong>Natural</strong>. And maybe when I'm done with my Big Chop tomorrow and I leave the stylist shaking his head at this crazy customer, I will be one step closer to knowing what it means to be a strong, fearless black woman. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">P.S. If my hair doesn't turn out like Elaine's, or like the chick in the photo's, it's fine, I guess. I'll survive. :D</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><div class="photo photo_right" style="padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; clear: right; float: right; width: 180px; "><div class="photo_img" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><img class="img" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/221648_10150156296403046_822763045_6363701_2086018_a.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " /></div></div></span>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-23816375678924567182011-04-12T18:28:00.000-07:002011-04-12T18:36:16.282-07:00Where does the Jewellery go?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFB7Wlm_ffYZ05zXZ7INk3O07UDE_w5ZaA_7Y1wLph9X_Plh7BdUaI9RCsiNpB4WChM2HyVOuD63UhiC6Wto1NQXKs1gsJgwOEdiI-g-9ck8otZWenpMRtCyYJMBCw5lOLXNLk6H88N0/s1600/SANY1380.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFB7Wlm_ffYZ05zXZ7INk3O07UDE_w5ZaA_7Y1wLph9X_Plh7BdUaI9RCsiNpB4WChM2HyVOuD63UhiC6Wto1NQXKs1gsJgwOEdiI-g-9ck8otZWenpMRtCyYJMBCw5lOLXNLk6H88N0/s320/SANY1380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594875480019190546" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQnpmdAn3D8YjbXia3fU3fgjrAHehK2IHl6GKc0FV5L57SrUDJqa-sb2The4jEQ72H3d1qJspku2jyAQIg5H9iRhkNE6qyClljb8S4Bhgc95hxTZ3kITRxYFvcysVTolLRUrSrJit2-U/s1600/SANY1383.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQnpmdAn3D8YjbXia3fU3fgjrAHehK2IHl6GKc0FV5L57SrUDJqa-sb2The4jEQ72H3d1qJspku2jyAQIg5H9iRhkNE6qyClljb8S4Bhgc95hxTZ3kITRxYFvcysVTolLRUrSrJit2-U/s320/SANY1383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594875477976711666" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RL0LbBuYPg_mK3BfHfGTq2ePsqJOBzAnjBPovVhdq9BH2LPh5sGOJTBon2dyAJCN09TD7yhpNpk0x94LnqrDwyCcgJlYwtkh7EvviUO1caV28pYaAUGv310ONXyF4Sm9Dlb0bdnz9rw/s1600/SANY1410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RL0LbBuYPg_mK3BfHfGTq2ePsqJOBzAnjBPovVhdq9BH2LPh5sGOJTBon2dyAJCN09TD7yhpNpk0x94LnqrDwyCcgJlYwtkh7EvviUO1caV28pYaAUGv310ONXyF4Sm9Dlb0bdnz9rw/s320/SANY1410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594875468458498146" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0N5vMPEngvP15qXGGSpteK9Pyrnx7UulJz4XmNV5G3dxlaNPKZJrC5MOxncvhPEmZsJIOpuPBjy4Y165srqW1e3YpesCtsQgL_Qt0IZXfUemWA0CmFS4mhWglovb203l7GSfXfywJP7g/s1600/SANY1404.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0N5vMPEngvP15qXGGSpteK9Pyrnx7UulJz4XmNV5G3dxlaNPKZJrC5MOxncvhPEmZsJIOpuPBjy4Y165srqW1e3YpesCtsQgL_Qt0IZXfUemWA0CmFS4mhWglovb203l7GSfXfywJP7g/s320/SANY1404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594875464653113906" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAo1KAT1AT0GOrzs_9ywWzhyphenhyphen4c7hUn-_O68w0OAMYqX_vB_sYRZXeBJkz7bnhLyKR2PDjnvOe8jNid-Ho7NDikg6KbPJcQQ4nrJk62ebwFNFazjJxEC4rRjsvuMcFBbiRsstu2ew6OdZ4/s1600/SANY1407.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAo1KAT1AT0GOrzs_9ywWzhyphenhyphen4c7hUn-_O68w0OAMYqX_vB_sYRZXeBJkz7bnhLyKR2PDjnvOe8jNid-Ho7NDikg6KbPJcQQ4nrJk62ebwFNFazjJxEC4rRjsvuMcFBbiRsstu2ew6OdZ4/s320/SANY1407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594875453799303986" /></a>This is what happens when you'd rather do <i>anything</i> than study. Lol...Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-53866799446201312302011-03-31T13:52:00.000-07:002011-03-31T15:00:14.851-07:00Cameroon..c'etait super...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfEYjLardFho0TeLebgPHQK8zV3Uxg-rzbZA7o3VrOwSfBnetSCIvB33a5HuwF2ZzYoDJ9qclrNsHvtGt0joH917XuUlE1XDtByLRowoq5b4P4DZkC1AIpwWw4Eutriz8oe6_owSXb0g/s1600/SANY1444+%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfEYjLardFho0TeLebgPHQK8zV3Uxg-rzbZA7o3VrOwSfBnetSCIvB33a5HuwF2ZzYoDJ9qclrNsHvtGt0joH917XuUlE1XDtByLRowoq5b4P4DZkC1AIpwWw4Eutriz8oe6_owSXb0g/s320/SANY1444+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590364757483361266" /></a>The literal translation of 'picture window'..lol..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-R_E9zZJV8sbQAtZPjpixqF1T7PBeoELz9QYIlsJVhM3_r2YAEQleIdQRRtqpL4OluG_rYUmoEUEhETMVpwb76DBHG8HrYS6jY49l3gn0_NOr_-a9-P2HkRIAQerd0uN0lj4DfYLqhGc/s1600/SANY1621.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-R_E9zZJV8sbQAtZPjpixqF1T7PBeoELz9QYIlsJVhM3_r2YAEQleIdQRRtqpL4OluG_rYUmoEUEhETMVpwb76DBHG8HrYS6jY49l3gn0_NOr_-a9-P2HkRIAQerd0uN0lj4DfYLqhGc/s320/SANY1621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590364767595160738" /></a>What is it about sunsets and palm trees that just tugs at the heart?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAurNouG6_bZT2QYlgXcqKxw7oc1K_UxED_QQ-ww3gsQUXgrx8wR8qniFNlxGuUPTnoVehJDQ9yUme-tvqzesY9v2SJVWtQekoXqzwG3jt0cRtpJcfrhD4dLFUElLRPMi0ZSTm0BzrH90/s1600/SANY1543.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAurNouG6_bZT2QYlgXcqKxw7oc1K_UxED_QQ-ww3gsQUXgrx8wR8qniFNlxGuUPTnoVehJDQ9yUme-tvqzesY9v2SJVWtQekoXqzwG3jt0cRtpJcfrhD4dLFUElLRPMi0ZSTm0BzrH90/s320/SANY1543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590364760048337970" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxRZawgqB2PWHtCBTzp1p5m3ovedpvnRfECv3JkWZejhG41Q98ASRSAiwM7TkOQXef4w2xCeKQugvpbni1PdPWKjng82taZeqgPSpvwQloWXe4KqWEGgBMEUipxKNc1RiJ5NzcvSV7Fg/s1600/SANY1497.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxRZawgqB2PWHtCBTzp1p5m3ovedpvnRfECv3JkWZejhG41Q98ASRSAiwM7TkOQXef4w2xCeKQugvpbni1PdPWKjng82taZeqgPSpvwQloWXe4KqWEGgBMEUipxKNc1RiJ5NzcvSV7Fg/s320/SANY1497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590364746849831282" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCeznXWQAMOr8IenxS383y780HHccZc78opQTybjaHd2cemI3kfKpVVtsgC3LnpGCqMQTKyuUdkhLANVeLRuHJU4tKrUekjzOOHvunbmn1Vj41idutqqj9ruLU0jGS6ssADsiBkzTwH4/s1600/SANY1354+%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCeznXWQAMOr8IenxS383y780HHccZc78opQTybjaHd2cemI3kfKpVVtsgC3LnpGCqMQTKyuUdkhLANVeLRuHJU4tKrUekjzOOHvunbmn1Vj41idutqqj9ruLU0jGS6ssADsiBkzTwH4/s320/SANY1354+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590364742699734786" /></a>The three musketeers! (Well, two-and-a-half, if I'm honest; those girls seriously needed no one else for their insanity..lol...)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUpJv1MCGe1iLhYX2RFwWWHaNwXspMnVVnxINjTgbDcXn3XFSp_KZJV_zhSW7rO12rvhM4bLpG9CoMooMYY6764FQ-KixUAyC6DWPC6778B5TT87Odc2areSzdp_n_jNj23tMe-K5-xAU/s1600/SANY1339.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUpJv1MCGe1iLhYX2RFwWWHaNwXspMnVVnxINjTgbDcXn3XFSp_KZJV_zhSW7rO12rvhM4bLpG9CoMooMYY6764FQ-KixUAyC6DWPC6778B5TT87Odc2areSzdp_n_jNj23tMe-K5-xAU/s320/SANY1339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590360913260191794" /></a>The beautiful hotel; Hotel Le Paradis. The flora was amazing...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNlVifyWXIsJVrAOyANxIt103hldwr5OA-aCM-CJ87ZDPzXFm9axnUHTB9bgMKIH3dLYnix-iR9xuAOzfqCbjYwZuwF3Rp2-aYj9aocZizNI3ubU2pILkBR6aalEoqj2MDYFZ-jpzJVf8/s1600/SANY1355+%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNlVifyWXIsJVrAOyANxIt103hldwr5OA-aCM-CJ87ZDPzXFm9axnUHTB9bgMKIH3dLYnix-iR9xuAOzfqCbjYwZuwF3Rp2-aYj9aocZizNI3ubU2pILkBR6aalEoqj2MDYFZ-jpzJVf8/s320/SANY1355+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590360906036351922" /></a>I have no idea why I love this picture so much! But some of the people I loved best at the conference own those feet, so I guess that's one reason...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKG3SVfbzxhDWy5ISzqMeP12I87r7lmgD4ssCpNbXaQ2nY9zCN0x5ARiyOc5yMOfFb_rjUXz3jXqnCmZe5SjYe8CUr-o8ESej1XtQsSwGKsOCwFEZK9h1WqRhQNUcx9XcKZ10SfGe9MM/s1600/SANY1365+%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKG3SVfbzxhDWy5ISzqMeP12I87r7lmgD4ssCpNbXaQ2nY9zCN0x5ARiyOc5yMOfFb_rjUXz3jXqnCmZe5SjYe8CUr-o8ESej1XtQsSwGKsOCwFEZK9h1WqRhQNUcx9XcKZ10SfGe9MM/s320/SANY1365+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590360901571998466" /></a>I KNOW! I KNOW! Like seriously!! Lmao!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBIs-jlbDoOJ6UdhxMASMTEA22DxMASnVuzokEMU7EQVJO_xiwOxbyPui6drwUv5qNxERbBXczrJzKW-BbyWGw78Nm6DffSGV5IVVEwn0llaspNU6KibaigZhW5I8yFVdqmekaJc3oXw/s1600/DSCF2020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBIs-jlbDoOJ6UdhxMASMTEA22DxMASnVuzokEMU7EQVJO_xiwOxbyPui6drwUv5qNxERbBXczrJzKW-BbyWGw78Nm6DffSGV5IVVEwn0llaspNU6KibaigZhW5I8yFVdqmekaJc3oXw/s320/DSCF2020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590360895420094418" /></a>My fabulous roomie, Rina...one of the sweetest people alive. I love this girl!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZWEoeMXzIt7xT0vKiWzSCPtJkowOr5HsbJErvsZRhkpc2etbVKd6_gbvTbaVGpM5XEOgkAVh3SOGvdvAb7OY4u8UXtW-4TlxICvzf5Liu7-svSOgTwLrzkTsjd4yLMXu8cbU0HaHmj18/s1600/DSCF1912.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZWEoeMXzIt7xT0vKiWzSCPtJkowOr5HsbJErvsZRhkpc2etbVKd6_gbvTbaVGpM5XEOgkAVh3SOGvdvAb7OY4u8UXtW-4TlxICvzf5Liu7-svSOgTwLrzkTsjd4yLMXu8cbU0HaHmj18/s320/DSCF1912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590360889925469186" /></a>RiRi took this pic, love it!<br />I was a bit conflicted as to which blog to post this on, but since my first post was about an AIESEC trip, I have decided that this is my AIESEC blog. These are about one-hundredth of all the photos I took, but I'll add more, maybe. I love love AIESEC; so many amazing people to meet, so much amazing stuff to learn! You should join! Lol...<div>xoxo</div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-47887883701685205942011-02-23T15:29:00.001-08:002011-02-23T15:42:21.410-08:00Quirky Eclecticism<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejTj3HTdNopLGEr06nFAf7Xz8NYEjCoyUHC7o-71CiNqNZWbuE5ZZaOXwRSfLm6IrH0vbR6DQxI28eUaL9czUJsiT6gruN6nUUrKSsPuaqD63EdrnYawFwXJBv41mcvOQjuZ7ycMbYAc/s1600/SANY1314.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejTj3HTdNopLGEr06nFAf7Xz8NYEjCoyUHC7o-71CiNqNZWbuE5ZZaOXwRSfLm6IrH0vbR6DQxI28eUaL9czUJsiT6gruN6nUUrKSsPuaqD63EdrnYawFwXJBv41mcvOQjuZ7ycMbYAc/s320/SANY1314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577033392204883202" /></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_o0R1jpk_SC6JpmkiSOEVGMfabBdjOQ172gF_6Yjn_3HGSuF-MW23wEVDmqYG3F4im7WMHS5CT3QAQO-dOw43Dw3zhm4CWKksj-TTRllIgL1dARHOEcCBkUyvrPn6g3Asu8s1kJCb9Ck/s1600/SANY1316.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_o0R1jpk_SC6JpmkiSOEVGMfabBdjOQ172gF_6Yjn_3HGSuF-MW23wEVDmqYG3F4im7WMHS5CT3QAQO-dOw43Dw3zhm4CWKksj-TTRllIgL1dARHOEcCBkUyvrPn6g3Asu8s1kJCb9Ck/s320/SANY1316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577033390285252354" /></a><br />I can't explain this outfit..lol..Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-33392412850489463532011-02-20T02:48:00.003-08:002011-02-20T02:53:29.478-08:00Patches of SunshineThe white bracelet is actually the extra strap from my bag..*sheepish face*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3X8hFtVlAgQIyD0uV5yhcSoRwXgWVnbp5YkivaTPr9v5CO9AuJ0nkGZZM4AnTjnGyvBxL8H21lowuGsqWszV78Xd7rHFLV5I0Ru1-VM1Epq2PNUAZsJ5WJZ_K4u51nUU9bnO83lzR6pg/s1600/DSC02689.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3X8hFtVlAgQIyD0uV5yhcSoRwXgWVnbp5YkivaTPr9v5CO9AuJ0nkGZZM4AnTjnGyvBxL8H21lowuGsqWszV78Xd7rHFLV5I0Ru1-VM1Epq2PNUAZsJ5WJZ_K4u51nUU9bnO83lzR6pg/s320/DSC02689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575722781317205474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kkjFc6IBZwmc0oRpiPA3bIOGKtocdEWM-wnuLabGCE05AGKLM5mSnmEmrOim6OS90bAWXj6ux51rTRBFF6o_bFuuBxA3PlS1-eZbWsyTKWvs40BD7E5SBBeVwO5fyVRIrQkUaFr_Ryw/s1600/DSC02687.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kkjFc6IBZwmc0oRpiPA3bIOGKtocdEWM-wnuLabGCE05AGKLM5mSnmEmrOim6OS90bAWXj6ux51rTRBFF6o_bFuuBxA3PlS1-eZbWsyTKWvs40BD7E5SBBeVwO5fyVRIrQkUaFr_Ryw/s320/DSC02687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575722782050911650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6spKDkQYKo74M3GV_RO5tv91wJI-qIIaUeJrK2XbzLTQMUBxJH3R0er_RAyloV0_hxJFnNcvujf3eXLnsIb9OvndawzTm34ErXlvbIPNd6HloKf_z5yyzwOr060Sjx0qrs11ADXedYYY/s1600/DSC02686.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6spKDkQYKo74M3GV_RO5tv91wJI-qIIaUeJrK2XbzLTQMUBxJH3R0er_RAyloV0_hxJFnNcvujf3eXLnsIb9OvndawzTm34ErXlvbIPNd6HloKf_z5yyzwOr060Sjx0qrs11ADXedYYY/s320/DSC02686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575722777788691442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRM-1pTniXQOyCJLyfQpj6VgIWc3_XP1x5HBdiZHgSLtlmpvwx9cTpXhUUJZDhfaqKaYhOd8Q5JScphfix7M0R9A7NZLrNNRGYjwUNEl5XsQo-_Z1DTMR8Tp9z7XG1F8ysu0hX9RLAJ2g/s1600/DSC02683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRM-1pTniXQOyCJLyfQpj6VgIWc3_XP1x5HBdiZHgSLtlmpvwx9cTpXhUUJZDhfaqKaYhOd8Q5JScphfix7M0R9A7NZLrNNRGYjwUNEl5XsQo-_Z1DTMR8Tp9z7XG1F8ysu0hX9RLAJ2g/s320/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575722779610813874" /></a><br />I wore this outfit ages ago, but I'm still proud of it. :DTimlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-29140796751609214702011-02-18T10:36:00.000-08:002011-02-18T11:01:36.776-08:00Business Is CasualSo I stole the title of my post from someone else. Big deal. At least I owned up. Lol.. My first post of the year, I'm so excited! (Not really, but if you're not excited and <i>I'm</i> not excited I might as well shut this down, so here's to feigned excitement! Lol..)<div>This outfit was a Monday outfit. With me, Monday outfits are a Big Deal. I wear heels every Monday because that's another thing I like to feign; seriousness and responsibility, and heels sort of convey that. Most times I wear skirts too, but I was too lazy on the day in question to iron (read; I woke up late and didn't have time). So skinny jeans, my pseudo-TM Lewin shirt, and my lovely coral shoes which I LOVE because they're so cute and coral, and this beautiful vintage briefcase-inspired satchel that I bought for a song. I love Mondays (when I'm in my clothes, anyway). Oh, and my pseudo-Armani shades too. Too much pseudo-ness, but what can I say? It's much cheaper that way...lol...</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxmfQRL4K7GQVO7p_ohyk1hKcUswZkVOZXiKcsp1UktxHSoTALWHuHY565mjUoENfRTk1B9WNB0vdzuWYMSKTtN_duUN7MCPXRKb8I73rpi7_WDseDBoywIQplcNCUIsIA0aFBhPXe8kY/s1600/IMG00136-20110131-1111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxmfQRL4K7GQVO7p_ohyk1hKcUswZkVOZXiKcsp1UktxHSoTALWHuHY565mjUoENfRTk1B9WNB0vdzuWYMSKTtN_duUN7MCPXRKb8I73rpi7_WDseDBoywIQplcNCUIsIA0aFBhPXe8kY/s320/IMG00136-20110131-1111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575105704476428962" /></a><br />My facial expression cracks me up like crazy...lmao...I will never try to pout in a picture ever again. :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCShI6EQ2VBi6wFpi2ijFVeYvcZCSEvmwL3pabxodEGniZlbGyw3E0dY4XvFgdCKtsbGaPioekJh2LWOtHblB_sfyd9Zv6RYPokoasXT9TjH-yebBer7KfKspnQRm5seMP_-9nKipr1k/s1600/IMG00134-20110131-1110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCShI6EQ2VBi6wFpi2ijFVeYvcZCSEvmwL3pabxodEGniZlbGyw3E0dY4XvFgdCKtsbGaPioekJh2LWOtHblB_sfyd9Zv6RYPokoasXT9TjH-yebBer7KfKspnQRm5seMP_-9nKipr1k/s320/IMG00134-20110131-1110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575102670231550338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSa8bLRIt7LA1SLsX9kPClSSqrrmVtb1YkxBAT47KfkB3MvZQGBieFdKcp6F0ksvS3Yp8cMkAOunKmRs77nZcKLZS-39hOzkLcyaXqpJqYXyEjqjPcr6HuZqMCCsv_Vq9AOK92xjEyh_g/s1600/IMG00137-20110131-1111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSa8bLRIt7LA1SLsX9kPClSSqrrmVtb1YkxBAT47KfkB3MvZQGBieFdKcp6F0ksvS3Yp8cMkAOunKmRs77nZcKLZS-39hOzkLcyaXqpJqYXyEjqjPcr6HuZqMCCsv_Vq9AOK92xjEyh_g/s320/IMG00137-20110131-1111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575102665770765042" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-86416580494859920682010-12-25T10:56:00.000-08:002010-12-25T11:40:18.100-08:00Why My Sister's Place in Heaven is Reserved..lol..<div style="text-align: center;">Who doesn't love their older sister? Not me! Especially when she knows just what to give to make me happy..first for my birthday, then for no particular reason (I love that chick!), and then for Christmas!</div><div>Sigh. #GodBlessOlderSisters!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagdhZTSU2GmAa6WQ02MpN4xyQfDemP_d3HB5UcBeIz9_eeuUGijnoTKWoKkNvgNJK9At-aw1Dy6eUN8txQfYdgDjffX6nMoJtBAVQ2eXSms0n5uFSmlJTXPP6jxIKiOW8R5ix6pB0wSM/s1600/DSC02491.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagdhZTSU2GmAa6WQ02MpN4xyQfDemP_d3HB5UcBeIz9_eeuUGijnoTKWoKkNvgNJK9At-aw1Dy6eUN8txQfYdgDjffX6nMoJtBAVQ2eXSms0n5uFSmlJTXPP6jxIKiOW8R5ix6pB0wSM/s320/DSC02491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554702860528105090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5L2JmaZJ1lF_qvcs5lHz1Ud6kNPlvhA5hQK17Gv4iJkpBnQkvMHLwCAJjH6tIvgW1Cc1vgoboEcl00oggmYIChaIFjOiPmjNzMaZ03JFznVyd2uEbr94gY9nMoYnkG8wbFB62i7p-zE/s1600/DSC02490.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5L2JmaZJ1lF_qvcs5lHz1Ud6kNPlvhA5hQK17Gv4iJkpBnQkvMHLwCAJjH6tIvgW1Cc1vgoboEcl00oggmYIChaIFjOiPmjNzMaZ03JFznVyd2uEbr94gY9nMoYnkG8wbFB62i7p-zE/s320/DSC02490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554702860581004674" /></a>Birthday shoes..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCi8sPNY9N5knMiouH0jhxwIaZTHKgD1igsXb8r10mLPzaoh-VHt_vxAntDGN29JDjcuYr689XAj54icTV3RuTBoBl64uUGa1VrVT57xY8-t73ETFW5NaFaXHFjHvjo4kqZju02jDUfek/s1600/DSC02350.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCi8sPNY9N5knMiouH0jhxwIaZTHKgD1igsXb8r10mLPzaoh-VHt_vxAntDGN29JDjcuYr689XAj54icTV3RuTBoBl64uUGa1VrVT57xY8-t73ETFW5NaFaXHFjHvjo4kqZju02jDUfek/s320/DSC02350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554702848803810802" /></a>Christmas shoes!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0m3W6w2Pdd1ek2pFiPU_cppV6fF5f0YSmGqt-WKvOpZ1dbZX2QWbBAK5BGIHec9tn7a7ERRfeCdBJPOqLJnpgk-sj5MfAo1MZehMG-rMrnCnIvUYE1gCgJAzCBtaip3kZ9FcpKmUGH0c/s1600/DSC02347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0m3W6w2Pdd1ek2pFiPU_cppV6fF5f0YSmGqt-WKvOpZ1dbZX2QWbBAK5BGIHec9tn7a7ERRfeCdBJPOqLJnpgk-sj5MfAo1MZehMG-rMrnCnIvUYE1gCgJAzCBtaip3kZ9FcpKmUGH0c/s320/DSC02347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554702850366045906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWY6N4Clq4G94a8LpBq7onizxZg-EpwJwPrqt_bUDvywZWGvcRZFkSnB3Wl55_T2YMS6DvQ-HC5Fi1BBvDnEbpOc0Frta3Iz69zaREPwlQAkemITCREkIMOsASAuiJ4VuTk-xY2gBPIw/s1600/DSC02343.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWY6N4Clq4G94a8LpBq7onizxZg-EpwJwPrqt_bUDvywZWGvcRZFkSnB3Wl55_T2YMS6DvQ-HC5Fi1BBvDnEbpOc0Frta3Iz69zaREPwlQAkemITCREkIMOsASAuiJ4VuTk-xY2gBPIw/s320/DSC02343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554702842326204738" /></a>Just Because shoes! Lol..<div><br /></div><div>Hope you all had a merry Christmas. </div><div>Happy holidays!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><br /></div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-34369428606103595102010-12-07T14:58:00.000-08:002010-12-07T15:52:53.880-08:00Lazy Days<div><br /></div><div>Some days all I want to do is grab the first thing in my closet and go. Um, most days actually. That whole 'budding fashionista' thing? Emphasize the budding, please. :) So forgive me if some of my outfits are a bit obvious; I'm still a long, long way off from my ultimate style goal (Karla Deras-like virtuosity, in case you were wondering what my ultimate style goal is). Today I matched in the most obvious ways; it's almost disgusting to look at the colours, but hey! I live in Nigeria. We love to match. So what if I'm lazy sometimes? I have the right!<div>Now, to the apologies. I apologise for the grotty pictures. My camera (read my sister's camera, actually) hates me; if it's not one thing, it's another. So I have to use my phone all the time, and well, it's not a very high-tech phone. It serves its purpose quite well as a phone, but as a camera? Uh, nah.</div><div>The next apology would be for the erratic posts. Like I said earlier, I was disillusioned with fashion blogging for a while. But my fire has been rekindled, and I hope this time it stays kindled. Lol..my English needs help.</div><div>Wait. I'm assuming anyone is even reading this. Smh. :)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5LTqNjP_AWG322w82bzTQw8RxeKHJ5Bay15jLB6bRNEM1a_jZ26lspuCU01biIG-9xK67jbbWX4AeaVR6K8_pI_RHT-gB_Eeb2rVAlconxP70QbJDftvH8b6AJ-QE-JWBKlgI9ja-2s8/s1600/07122010260.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5LTqNjP_AWG322w82bzTQw8RxeKHJ5Bay15jLB6bRNEM1a_jZ26lspuCU01biIG-9xK67jbbWX4AeaVR6K8_pI_RHT-gB_Eeb2rVAlconxP70QbJDftvH8b6AJ-QE-JWBKlgI9ja-2s8/s320/07122010260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548084238299627074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>So you noticed that the picture quality suddenly deteriorated. I know. The first one was taken by a nice friend of mine who thinks I'm vain but supports me anyway. I need more friends like him..lol.. Anyway, this is me attempting to look nice while in the air. I've tried and tried (and failed!) to take a nice 'Oh, lookatmeI'mjumping' sort of picture. This one was only the least weird of about twenty..lol..I don't know why, but I never jump at the right time, and even when I do, I have a weird look on my face or something..lol..</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvUXGeSXje1eOH5bHtuiAgopB24-79DDSDRoeFC0BlEh9qzEvhbYnspcR8f-lNrYYBm-BgfKAOJeg-MYIgI5aoPwnNaZ4loFvOu1Xa87y3v_3qzG9_Hbp7_-sboNVifGloH2CPPAg98g/s1600/DSC02258.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvUXGeSXje1eOH5bHtuiAgopB24-79DDSDRoeFC0BlEh9qzEvhbYnspcR8f-lNrYYBm-BgfKAOJeg-MYIgI5aoPwnNaZ4loFvOu1Xa87y3v_3qzG9_Hbp7_-sboNVifGloH2CPPAg98g/s320/DSC02258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548084276688774066" /></a>Yes, yes. These shoes look familiar. That's because I have them in two colours. Who does that? Apparently I do. I should do a whole separate post on the story of how come I have the same shoes twice over. Maybe I will.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97XPtHLUs5T7DQilfrpIJNVU-oilM4T62Tupv8_yQL-EemSbkIxDH0mvqhfhZXZU_pxZnDb4fd1KSD39CJ15fsOUWKkDF0M-YFD1gFsS9WdWZSR_Bsn1HSYhQ-LOfZB58cnBY8KU-jhk/s1600/DSC02246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97XPtHLUs5T7DQilfrpIJNVU-oilM4T62Tupv8_yQL-EemSbkIxDH0mvqhfhZXZU_pxZnDb4fd1KSD39CJ15fsOUWKkDF0M-YFD1gFsS9WdWZSR_Bsn1HSYhQ-LOfZB58cnBY8KU-jhk/s320/DSC02246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548084261863570002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0VNAxzJQnIRH5x0DPejE0BMFyqYKbP_yQfKMV1hr1M2CCd3CnrujwobCyNDgjBsv67CSjVzP1W6k1_8PXKP9dCDVFBwdYuNMZV1mKKciAuZCIer9bZy3YUwBHvz0pFXzFITSrKA0G6mc/s1600/DSC02245.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0VNAxzJQnIRH5x0DPejE0BMFyqYKbP_yQfKMV1hr1M2CCd3CnrujwobCyNDgjBsv67CSjVzP1W6k1_8PXKP9dCDVFBwdYuNMZV1mKKciAuZCIer9bZy3YUwBHvz0pFXzFITSrKA0G6mc/s320/DSC02245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548084250389409698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UQOwt97xZ7GXuYw9QDZwvMajYycDOAnuKQwtIUIHjLeOkBmxfvNa1N0ln_IGPVocprBmAw8AFJ_cEEFAorZP2J8jk8t3ZCWUXFmkrY8b7mctUoyda4Q07EtTPvLkrZH8fwc0beymNIM/s1600/DSC02239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UQOwt97xZ7GXuYw9QDZwvMajYycDOAnuKQwtIUIHjLeOkBmxfvNa1N0ln_IGPVocprBmAw8AFJ_cEEFAorZP2J8jk8t3ZCWUXFmkrY8b7mctUoyda4Q07EtTPvLkrZH8fwc0beymNIM/s320/DSC02239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548084243502698338" /></a>And that's it. Me in as many weird poses as I care to show the wide world..lol.. I really love this outfit though; very comfy, and the colours are 'adorb' (stylish-speak for really really cute...lol...).<div>I hope you had at least as good a day as I did! x<br /><br /></div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-21079151401936276842010-12-01T13:03:00.003-08:002010-12-01T13:30:51.147-08:00A few WTH? Moments<div>It's been a while since I last posted, largely because I felt like this blog was losing direction and I didn't want to become yet another fashion blogger. My wardrobe isn't that amazing anyway (yet!), so I thought I'd just delete this blog. But then, I looked at some of the pictures on my phone and realised there's a bit of stuff there that might be interesting to the rest of the world, so if you'll forgive the quality, here we go.<div><br /></div><div>This one really blew me away. I didn't realise till I was on the bike what was going on, but it's kinda hard to miss what's on the head of a person sitting right in front of you. I know Lagosians are creative, but WTH is this? I'll tell you. It's a helmet made from styrofoam (you can't see it cuz I couldn't get a shot of the top of his head) and duct tape. Very snug, but I don't know about how effective it is...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2IYyWRF0Eu7apGb8IGCb_gRfiLIjrgVdD1ypUPpK2Qtm9JL_MVzFIlnSYlxSpTqRMdk0txJXuuVea27sIZmg6DFCYrgx4jtVp4Kl_ywTQFzFVC2Ec733nTMLirWtsZgQSzbOUItnfag/s1600/DSC02197.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2IYyWRF0Eu7apGb8IGCb_gRfiLIjrgVdD1ypUPpK2Qtm9JL_MVzFIlnSYlxSpTqRMdk0txJXuuVea27sIZmg6DFCYrgx4jtVp4Kl_ywTQFzFVC2Ec733nTMLirWtsZgQSzbOUItnfag/s320/DSC02197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545824332955432002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-jB9_8Vbzv9h5gKKRo38dMpa7-PIdHPEVF5ap-SVvvvsUpALZS72kYZCe2RBYbZQ6BHvWfY11o8Mo2Jn6_lvyagyQhZkKYmDH88y7JyxpcRwRLU1cFY3AAFSOl8mZr7xySkWHDQCJeU/s1600/DSC02198.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-jB9_8Vbzv9h5gKKRo38dMpa7-PIdHPEVF5ap-SVvvvsUpALZS72kYZCe2RBYbZQ6BHvWfY11o8Mo2Jn6_lvyagyQhZkKYmDH88y7JyxpcRwRLU1cFY3AAFSOl8mZr7xySkWHDQCJeU/s320/DSC02198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545827225983465682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>I think this one speaks for itself; they need a new slogan, yesterday! Port Harcourt people seem short on short..lol..I'm so witty. Lol..</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2IYyWRF0Eu7apGb8IGCb_gRfiLIjrgVdD1ypUPpK2Qtm9JL_MVzFIlnSYlxSpTqRMdk0txJXuuVea27sIZmg6DFCYrgx4jtVp4Kl_ywTQFzFVC2Ec733nTMLirWtsZgQSzbOUItnfag/s1600/DSC02197.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yQVtovvGx-jimiuJ2Lo3TTxc_Ci7X9U3xBYZ-JpyyN97iS3YcompCSvvdZEkTXS-kh4wi8q_gTL6VNaBYSi_h3gi9ASikXpOT_5n3h89hr2VL1oRwf_9MSwASoac3sdFDxvWanVSe-c/s1600/DSC02110.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yQVtovvGx-jimiuJ2Lo3TTxc_Ci7X9U3xBYZ-JpyyN97iS3YcompCSvvdZEkTXS-kh4wi8q_gTL6VNaBYSi_h3gi9ASikXpOT_5n3h89hr2VL1oRwf_9MSwASoac3sdFDxvWanVSe-c/s320/DSC02110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545824293991405122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>These guys can't seem to be able to make up their minds; is it a church, is it a beer parlour, is it a church where beer is accepted? You can't have it both ways, you know!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yQVtovvGx-jimiuJ2Lo3TTxc_Ci7X9U3xBYZ-JpyyN97iS3YcompCSvvdZEkTXS-kh4wi8q_gTL6VNaBYSi_h3gi9ASikXpOT_5n3h89hr2VL1oRwf_9MSwASoac3sdFDxvWanVSe-c/s1600/DSC02110.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5sPt-j_-I9BYdvKnAfnlSAAggKqA7p_1L_iaPGpONXrt7FLK2CSCD5h4u0kgCrJ7Xbm-ncx58iL12bQl3xC3JbAT2jsItz099i_XZYkoxzBho7WAhcjZmEMqo6YM8Vz7lBUFDHk4qXQ/s1600/DSC02106.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5sPt-j_-I9BYdvKnAfnlSAAggKqA7p_1L_iaPGpONXrt7FLK2CSCD5h4u0kgCrJ7Xbm-ncx58iL12bQl3xC3JbAT2jsItz099i_XZYkoxzBho7WAhcjZmEMqo6YM8Vz7lBUFDHk4qXQ/s320/DSC02106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545824279517496466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This one is my personal favorite. It was one of those days when I cursed the fact that I don't lug my camera around everywhere. This man, who has to be at least forty if he's a day, is wearing a (yes! he is!) pink pair of shades. And that's not it; you can't tell from here, but they're studded. With rhinestones. I saw him at the revamped Mr. Biggs (God knows why I even went there in the first place. I should've known trauma would follow) and went WTbloodyH??? I'm sure your seven-year-old daughter missed those, Daddy-o!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5sPt-j_-I9BYdvKnAfnlSAAggKqA7p_1L_iaPGpONXrt7FLK2CSCD5h4u0kgCrJ7Xbm-ncx58iL12bQl3xC3JbAT2jsItz099i_XZYkoxzBho7WAhcjZmEMqo6YM8Vz7lBUFDHk4qXQ/s1600/DSC02106.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrX2OjVGS4E8ytANFf-NZ3amcoVhYHdqmOcAeNwT6x-nItjzpNGQlhHlYVFOMj3Sh3USnFdIBpZawkP297IMbN7uvp5aub7kwAufo5QovZ6ef1tGPBOpHPJR73GvMZITasJldypu42vjc/s1600/DSC02069.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrX2OjVGS4E8ytANFf-NZ3amcoVhYHdqmOcAeNwT6x-nItjzpNGQlhHlYVFOMj3Sh3USnFdIBpZawkP297IMbN7uvp5aub7kwAufo5QovZ6ef1tGPBOpHPJR73GvMZITasJldypu42vjc/s320/DSC02069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545824276598495970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Another one I like, on yet another bike. I need me a car..anyone interested? I did a double take with this one. These people will not kill someone. Is he kidding?? Apparently not...lol...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrX2OjVGS4E8ytANFf-NZ3amcoVhYHdqmOcAeNwT6x-nItjzpNGQlhHlYVFOMj3Sh3USnFdIBpZawkP297IMbN7uvp5aub7kwAufo5QovZ6ef1tGPBOpHPJR73GvMZITasJldypu42vjc/s1600/DSC02069.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-iWmCw-byeV-08XKvsvrDpTYtnDdWC79xQnuhVtAc_BNUD_dw0-X8LIjKULDGS1Jz8GEy7LcFePbGKlMb1wSimbp2XorEiDewIJVZlMJ071KyeH6_1c2Vr8Oa3Ep_Jc87kdDTEVwd6c/s1600/DSC01941.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-iWmCw-byeV-08XKvsvrDpTYtnDdWC79xQnuhVtAc_BNUD_dw0-X8LIjKULDGS1Jz8GEy7LcFePbGKlMb1wSimbp2XorEiDewIJVZlMJ071KyeH6_1c2Vr8Oa3Ep_Jc87kdDTEVwd6c/s320/DSC01941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545824266060362418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This one I saved for last, not because I particularly liked it, but because it was in the Punch. Uh huh. The Punch. Nigeria's best Newspaper or whatever. WTflippin'H? Like I seem to now like to say, These people will not kill someborri..lol..</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s320/DSC02200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545827277777608658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I hope you're having a few WTH? moments yourself, wherever you are, (and hopefully in your car..lol..) because they're good for laughs, and laughs are way good for you. Have an amazing week, and month too! Ta!</div><div><br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC03s4s2bk3GjGRZX4Jb8aJgNkzNT5bwqUgL_T6iSQGs3BM64SMLCKUqfDB6yT13H95qOQ3d923kSOiQVKEtNmFMELza8o_LsBIZNZwhpp3bi9LCsmhqPIwExltqvGVkeowAAstngD27M/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"></a><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-30903623496020929262010-10-17T07:46:00.000-07:002010-10-17T08:01:55.157-07:00Gold at the Bottom of the Rainbow<div>It's Sunday! That means church for me, and for most people church means traditional attire. Well. I only possess two dresses made from ankara, so I decided to break one out for my official 'home for the holidays!' return to the church family. Besides, I'd look really ridiculous kneeling down over and over to greet if I was wearing some fancy DVF dress (I don't own one, but who else knows that? Lol...).</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPrGTD2DzZXEbHS0gMTBi1Rg249DixuHwD8eYq3CdJrTYYzl8IDu12eqyW_J7xUJ_NpqnpsqKHV0i9PXeGL0zn57HP86kEqxvqYBls2J0YHsxMg8WEF4RaMPlAoHRw3tWYmAR-7Y_W9I/s1600/DSC01994.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPrGTD2DzZXEbHS0gMTBi1Rg249DixuHwD8eYq3CdJrTYYzl8IDu12eqyW_J7xUJ_NpqnpsqKHV0i9PXeGL0zn57HP86kEqxvqYBls2J0YHsxMg8WEF4RaMPlAoHRw3tWYmAR-7Y_W9I/s320/DSC01994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529027528846333490" /></a>My darling sister, who has graciously agreed to take numerous pictures of me everyday for the last few days, was making fun of my silly poses. <b>Pout</b>! I like my poses!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRQhgAnPx_NTIsVIviHlz0afitYx0fkkEzGABx72PS2HGVEK8paX1Sd1INuKskGQqDwbulmIxeB-FsuKrTYsOzrGnlFh4CbZzN3FGV8m9YEswkYRmTxs12zJg_1qrRViqnpOs2be2dug/s1600/DSC01999.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRQhgAnPx_NTIsVIviHlz0afitYx0fkkEzGABx72PS2HGVEK8paX1Sd1INuKskGQqDwbulmIxeB-FsuKrTYsOzrGnlFh4CbZzN3FGV8m9YEswkYRmTxs12zJg_1qrRViqnpOs2be2dug/s320/DSC01999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529027535042553042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><div>Okay. <i>Maybe </i>she had a point...lol...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYervkxPcib7uAuWT5SEjTux4HgVu10w9jq1Xgy_u5eAOF8_pLsSa3vw0iedmE7mEsZkC64djWKQhykeVPwASzw8dG8idNYyjhZXUcmf0fWXE8L3F1XMIWtDTOnXecVAJMi7VD-TwWvhs/s1600/DSC02003.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYervkxPcib7uAuWT5SEjTux4HgVu10w9jq1Xgy_u5eAOF8_pLsSa3vw0iedmE7mEsZkC64djWKQhykeVPwASzw8dG8idNYyjhZXUcmf0fWXE8L3F1XMIWtDTOnXecVAJMi7VD-TwWvhs/s320/DSC02003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529027537302529314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>And, in unrelated news, it would appear Michael Jackson's influence spread to the world of creepy-crawlies; this (mantis?) looks like it's doing 'Thriller'!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgONGlUN2qKTnmCtKW8pORrD98JbcmYU6OnmRupPUxc9IELcNJ6QOj_LwGL3vjZOcvForjsBd3X5qUjHKGnO7GfV-0cuy6Lj_ZozuyUefPwqoJVbD95kslM1V8-wqRwrKhAuLvHcXeR16c/s1600/thriller.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgONGlUN2qKTnmCtKW8pORrD98JbcmYU6OnmRupPUxc9IELcNJ6QOj_LwGL3vjZOcvForjsBd3X5qUjHKGnO7GfV-0cuy6Lj_ZozuyUefPwqoJVbD95kslM1V8-wqRwrKhAuLvHcXeR16c/s320/thriller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529029950647999810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYervkxPcib7uAuWT5SEjTux4HgVu10w9jq1Xgy_u5eAOF8_pLsSa3vw0iedmE7mEsZkC64djWKQhykeVPwASzw8dG8idNYyjhZXUcmf0fWXE8L3F1XMIWtDTOnXecVAJMi7VD-TwWvhs/s1600/DSC02003.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYervkxPcib7uAuWT5SEjTux4HgVu10w9jq1Xgy_u5eAOF8_pLsSa3vw0iedmE7mEsZkC64djWKQhykeVPwASzw8dG8idNYyjhZXUcmf0fWXE8L3F1XMIWtDTOnXecVAJMi7VD-TwWvhs/s1600/DSC02003.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYervkxPcib7uAuWT5SEjTux4HgVu10w9jq1Xgy_u5eAOF8_pLsSa3vw0iedmE7mEsZkC64djWKQhykeVPwASzw8dG8idNYyjhZXUcmf0fWXE8L3F1XMIWtDTOnXecVAJMi7VD-TwWvhs/s1600/DSC02003.JPG"></a></div><div>TTFN! (Tigger-ese for Bye!)</div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-17604405772785614882010-10-16T14:37:00.000-07:002010-10-16T15:09:57.446-07:00We're going Live!<div><br /></div><div>Today I went with my sister to the official launch of the <a href="http://livemechanics.com/">Live Mechanics</a> flagship store in Surulere, Lagos. It was practically over when we got there (I don't think anyone considers arriving six hours after the time on the invitation as fashionably late), but there were still a few people milling about. We had a great time talking and laughing, and it was a blast (even though we didn't buy anything...haha...). We even got photographed for a magazine! (Um, now I realise I probably should have asked the 'paparazzo' the name of the mag. Oh well.) Here's the sister:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTtYrIFxnlvgs6dnd6Xoh64kniu_ebxyv1gPqEf3nIVymtWIpIcidWA-D8-mrVKrcoePvZ_tNWJVw6n_BrbiOd-iPLw3WtJ9U3nNblBwRxiMit7mviBZa0SuBAvSbI7WlKNMiXLAugD4/s1600/DSC01964.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTtYrIFxnlvgs6dnd6Xoh64kniu_ebxyv1gPqEf3nIVymtWIpIcidWA-D8-mrVKrcoePvZ_tNWJVw6n_BrbiOd-iPLw3WtJ9U3nNblBwRxiMit7mviBZa0SuBAvSbI7WlKNMiXLAugD4/s320/DSC01964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528763467643095378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>And here I am:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MZ9LNQo_YIPnffiE-l5QdzObOrRT_Ebs_nVbAvun_2P4Q5d8q2zzLqPSdVPtk1oVkzaoxNPj0Mu90VmQTwlVor2-IPPmXeRwwN_WLfFhTRj1EKFkuual10kALp7hh5IdQeecEUeSUTs/s1600/DSC01989.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MZ9LNQo_YIPnffiE-l5QdzObOrRT_Ebs_nVbAvun_2P4Q5d8q2zzLqPSdVPtk1oVkzaoxNPj0Mu90VmQTwlVor2-IPPmXeRwwN_WLfFhTRj1EKFkuual10kALp7hh5IdQeecEUeSUTs/s320/DSC01989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528765097167855778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>Oh, look! There I am again, posing in front of a ton of designer bags that you can't see because my camera sucks (for now!)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkrcYdcsWK004qcsCz0cDfPf-PE6OyjofCb1tfdvpRL9jZk8r3PCWZvD1xyuf4vrlyFFQfajQal9ZwbOG5rwny9UOb82jJyUlIl0RFttMvKm4ZwnUqPCRnTYMpA8cH0j6EJD8ngV7pD8M/s1600/DSC01977.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkrcYdcsWK004qcsCz0cDfPf-PE6OyjofCb1tfdvpRL9jZk8r3PCWZvD1xyuf4vrlyFFQfajQal9ZwbOG5rwny9UOb82jJyUlIl0RFttMvKm4ZwnUqPCRnTYMpA8cH0j6EJD8ngV7pD8M/s320/DSC01977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528765098830194066" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MZ9LNQo_YIPnffiE-l5QdzObOrRT_Ebs_nVbAvun_2P4Q5d8q2zzLqPSdVPtk1oVkzaoxNPj0Mu90VmQTwlVor2-IPPmXeRwwN_WLfFhTRj1EKFkuual10kALp7hh5IdQeecEUeSUTs/s1600/DSC01989.JPG"> </a>The way I've knotted this belt is one of the many fruits of my constant fashion blog surfing; I learned this from Elaine Hearn of <a href="http://clothedmuch.com">Clothed Much</a>. It's very handy for those extra-long belts that you don't want to leave hanging, and you can do it even if the belt isn't really long, just for the detail, like I did.<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MZ9LNQo_YIPnffiE-l5QdzObOrRT_Ebs_nVbAvun_2P4Q5d8q2zzLqPSdVPtk1oVkzaoxNPj0Mu90VmQTwlVor2-IPPmXeRwwN_WLfFhTRj1EKFkuual10kALp7hh5IdQeecEUeSUTs/s1600/DSC01989.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWciuoPlAvREv2E3xsoZsIkBmkC5SJaYaDWRHGhadY2MdQRazAJ_bl5rrI_JsIc_FBq8v_4sA79jEKIET6ZzkSIXjqxktdynFZGlj21fZqTW6ipgTiHlWQ9fJ2xixf2Un3atagH0d4TE/s1600/DSC01984.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWciuoPlAvREv2E3xsoZsIkBmkC5SJaYaDWRHGhadY2MdQRazAJ_bl5rrI_JsIc_FBq8v_4sA79jEKIET6ZzkSIXjqxktdynFZGlj21fZqTW6ipgTiHlWQ9fJ2xixf2Un3atagH0d4TE/s320/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528765077442053682" /></a>I didn't even notice how many bows we were both wearing until I uploaded these:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9LJvatODTuCzZ4pDI9bNw2j8KFPSYEFvfX9uui4TUughyphenhyphen3ug0rOaejyRseSOKRkrrqzxpAJf5K1S86BBf9EGl0bNXpovcqYLgXjLbFdUl6wlfNc0ZNK60tDGP5Yq9pOnniEX-zVH1As/s1600/DSC01986.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9LJvatODTuCzZ4pDI9bNw2j8KFPSYEFvfX9uui4TUughyphenhyphen3ug0rOaejyRseSOKRkrrqzxpAJf5K1S86BBf9EGl0bNXpovcqYLgXjLbFdUl6wlfNc0ZNK60tDGP5Yq9pOnniEX-zVH1As/s320/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528765066439998434" /></a>I attached that bow to the top, like I mentioned in an earlier post <a href="http://http://fivesenses-tenfingers.blogspot.com/2010/09/fashion-is-what-you-make-it.html">here</a>, and it definitely took the tank from drab to fab. People actually stopped me in the mall to say they liked my top! And I just love these super-cute shoes that my sister barely ever wears. If they were my size I'd have pinched them! Alas, she is Cinderella and I'm only the (Ugly Step) sister. Sigh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirThIuSWCFWd2Zp1OOvqWFj6WJhHFPvCTQlmck3dTTRrqIGQWPacal2XSje2DCDZu4j6w549jROo1eqmm8GBe7JE5tJIzjruWizrkFpB4_7aGiXw5cy5R9y121F5w-P0Su11F_1fCstcc/s1600/DSC01972.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirThIuSWCFWd2Zp1OOvqWFj6WJhHFPvCTQlmck3dTTRrqIGQWPacal2XSje2DCDZu4j6w549jROo1eqmm8GBe7JE5tJIzjruWizrkFpB4_7aGiXw5cy5R9y121F5w-P0Su11F_1fCstcc/s320/DSC01972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528763521947924690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rraQlhumr7SA3Vk5Yvj8LX5LdgMGl9zNoYXOaSUzWFUFktEUjpwvzWIVrhJluaSAGwqiE1EHBBp_Q2l8C5KXuzhdXFNhJtxYNLokvKG_X756LKyrR-pf4OkVusXADMLmgg8jx9M1EOA/s1600/DSC01971.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rraQlhumr7SA3Vk5Yvj8LX5LdgMGl9zNoYXOaSUzWFUFktEUjpwvzWIVrhJluaSAGwqiE1EHBBp_Q2l8C5KXuzhdXFNhJtxYNLokvKG_X756LKyrR-pf4OkVusXADMLmgg8jx9M1EOA/s320/DSC01971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528763511809028514" /></a>Yes, I know there isn't really a bow on these; I just wanted to show you a picture of these cute shoes that my dear friend Neetu got me for my birthday...I love her (and them, of course).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVls9kJuNPbITmfrqkyEEFDxqcjDpjSKdc-xFHNn5s9J5xd_iz9_6DKB9W2ZKoTb6wwzljq-psmdUEtkILiyg_nLozqZR6Y217UglA7JmC3cktCGVXuyxj50sNiWbck0IbZf8szLI0G3M/s1600/DSC01970.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVls9kJuNPbITmfrqkyEEFDxqcjDpjSKdc-xFHNn5s9J5xd_iz9_6DKB9W2ZKoTb6wwzljq-psmdUEtkILiyg_nLozqZR6Y217UglA7JmC3cktCGVXuyxj50sNiWbck0IbZf8szLI0G3M/s320/DSC01970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528763496587032418" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><u><br /></u></div>You can check out the fabulous clothing available at the Live Mechanics store on the link I created earlier.</div><div>See ya!</div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-26902606537011489402010-10-14T04:44:00.000-07:002010-10-14T05:16:10.716-07:00I Don't Like Green Nothing......Except for money. That's a Kimora quote that isn't necessarily relevant, but I just wanted a title with green in it. I actually <i>do </i>like green things, like this cute Paris top that I can't seem to be able to find anymore! I have searched high and low, and in the weirdest places too, but it seems to be gone forever. Unless one of my girlfriends 'borrowed' it and 'forgot' to give it back. That's a thought...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhE4bnHNBbs0flhVBmnvuixBNCN-DFoNIz-xiAqFD_ikwbjzstin_kcAI9pCmt7sf4bfG6LFKIXOJh4fGi1cV8k6RRSh7ct227BanrGzIfC9mwViKScJWnUlCyBiEmabOlP4hX_LXWo7g/s1600/DSC01342.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhE4bnHNBbs0flhVBmnvuixBNCN-DFoNIz-xiAqFD_ikwbjzstin_kcAI9pCmt7sf4bfG6LFKIXOJh4fGi1cV8k6RRSh7ct227BanrGzIfC9mwViKScJWnUlCyBiEmabOlP4hX_LXWo7g/s320/DSC01342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527868412767789554" /> </a>I miss you, baby. Don't you just love the girl and her poodle? (I know you can only see its butt, but the poufy tail should have informed you!) And they're made of flocking, too. Sob!<div><br /></div><div>Another green thing I like is these shoes, but they are going to have to bring in <i>yet </i>another green thing I <i>love</i>, which is money. (I know the only really green Naira note is N20. Yes, I can be paid in twenties. So there.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6olqoktypDmLOjwRsPQTN7kR-dIuY8pyZrNh5JqFob6oPOB9J9-crsAkboYbzq6_HYPNF6h6ab_Tk8A4zlQCbY2s2LI8mRg_mJeDIr0o6T3hTJB0FZDbYFXVi6ubi6MmYuhx85se4Q0/s1600/DSC01214.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6olqoktypDmLOjwRsPQTN7kR-dIuY8pyZrNh5JqFob6oPOB9J9-crsAkboYbzq6_HYPNF6h6ab_Tk8A4zlQCbY2s2LI8mRg_mJeDIr0o6T3hTJB0FZDbYFXVi6ubi6MmYuhx85se4Q0/s320/DSC01214.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527868392615234370" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6olqoktypDmLOjwRsPQTN7kR-dIuY8pyZrNh5JqFob6oPOB9J9-crsAkboYbzq6_HYPNF6h6ab_Tk8A4zlQCbY2s2LI8mRg_mJeDIr0o6T3hTJB0FZDbYFXVi6ubi6MmYuhx85se4Q0/s1600/DSC01214.jpg"></a>They haven't been worn at all; a friend gave them to my sister who gave them to me. I know, I know. Long story. But they haven't been worn. I would wear them, but in my school there are only about three 'heels-worthy' events all year long (it's Ibadan! I'm not exaggerating!), and these are such a tricky color that I've just never gotten 'round to actually wearing them.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwt_0-07K1TRFZ9jnozIVr75kcXNdTNq94ksSTFyCIe4Yk4O2uP-NYSv1B6gX-qNZv4FkIGT8tgWt4ZUMYSPnwTtXr-VRUpewQWnpsRn2QHljLyz_gbOI5P1JOi-qE2FEIlpsXEKvJpNk/s1600/DSC01212.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwt_0-07K1TRFZ9jnozIVr75kcXNdTNq94ksSTFyCIe4Yk4O2uP-NYSv1B6gX-qNZv4FkIGT8tgWt4ZUMYSPnwTtXr-VRUpewQWnpsRn2QHljLyz_gbOI5P1JOi-qE2FEIlpsXEKvJpNk/s320/DSC01212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527868363546919202" /></a>They're size 40 1/2 European, 8 1/2 US, 7 UK. The heel height is about 4", with a teeny-tiny 1/2" platform. Brand new, peoples. They're made of synthetic material, and they're <i>Anne Michelle</i>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3U6TJcjhy0Zzycy4aaKZ8CgamgofuE_dLEYWr2mo6GqHOPYQydKZ4AplC6AzeUsSqGHBlHHUQKRzzpHYbZxnWkUB4YDk6wN9DGcIhweg_Z67wDnudKE33P5BPAQMukwkq3SLADb_6Oao/s1600/DSC01211.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3U6TJcjhy0Zzycy4aaKZ8CgamgofuE_dLEYWr2mo6GqHOPYQydKZ4AplC6AzeUsSqGHBlHHUQKRzzpHYbZxnWkUB4YDk6wN9DGcIhweg_Z67wDnudKE33P5BPAQMukwkq3SLADb_6Oao/s320/DSC01211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527868340596694210" /></a>If you're interested, send an e-mail to fivesensestenfingers@yahoo.com</div><div>Make me a reasonable offer. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's green green green today! Yay!<br /><br /></div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-18440081860411373462010-10-13T09:47:00.000-07:002010-10-13T10:11:57.062-07:00Birthday LookOkay, so it was my birthday over a week ago. Whatever. It's my blog, I can do whatever I want with it. That said, here's what I wore.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTIJnRzIk46-ep-i1Sk-9T4BQrGNMFsfyJf4d5qoAM0W7DZNzByRnhKttF0QSKrXqwoScjiyFD9aXyJ-mW6Tr7DkpbwEjX6Ro-gfS4vGCucxQHYx8RKbYStNhItPPaoxvVE05oBOwogg/s1600/DSC01788.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTIJnRzIk46-ep-i1Sk-9T4BQrGNMFsfyJf4d5qoAM0W7DZNzByRnhKttF0QSKrXqwoScjiyFD9aXyJ-mW6Tr7DkpbwEjX6Ro-gfS4vGCucxQHYx8RKbYStNhItPPaoxvVE05oBOwogg/s320/DSC01788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527573783255343074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>I've had that jacket for four years now, and before my birthday I'd only worn it once. Needless to say I was overjoyed at the chance to wear it again; the corset under it is cute, no doubt, but I didn't want anyone staring at me for all the wrong reasons on my big day. Here's a photo of the corset.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjre4EP49XUQdQwfFK1RkK7hyphenhyphenOKBKg2wxnY3XpssjKBRltdRLaFIIoNl8ealvXp466eMO5RpfvQQv28b7zZ4fIEUyGZNQwahHn4-Ge6l2ddE3vpbi2NxFeABzMlwuvTZ4OHFv0Zaq_jstA/s1600/DSC01953.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjre4EP49XUQdQwfFK1RkK7hyphenhyphenOKBKg2wxnY3XpssjKBRltdRLaFIIoNl8ealvXp466eMO5RpfvQQv28b7zZ4fIEUyGZNQwahHn4-Ge6l2ddE3vpbi2NxFeABzMlwuvTZ4OHFv0Zaq_jstA/s320/DSC01953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527578593044974882" /></a>And these cuties here are the birthday present from yours truly to yours truly. I seriously considered buying heels for about five minutes, but practicality won out. I can't be traipsing all over the UI campus in heels if I want to survive. But the war between Comfort and Style is far from over! This was only a skirmish, hear, Comfort? Don't gloat too much. I love these babies though. They are so comfortable, you wouldn't believe it. And they're rubber-soled and made from cloth, which means I can rock them all year, even in the rainy season. Yes!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTIJnRzIk46-ep-i1Sk-9T4BQrGNMFsfyJf4d5qoAM0W7DZNzByRnhKttF0QSKrXqwoScjiyFD9aXyJ-mW6Tr7DkpbwEjX6Ro-gfS4vGCucxQHYx8RKbYStNhItPPaoxvVE05oBOwogg/s1600/DSC01788.JPG"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTIJnRzIk46-ep-i1Sk-9T4BQrGNMFsfyJf4d5qoAM0W7DZNzByRnhKttF0QSKrXqwoScjiyFD9aXyJ-mW6Tr7DkpbwEjX6Ro-gfS4vGCucxQHYx8RKbYStNhItPPaoxvVE05oBOwogg/s1600/DSC01788.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCc-mr_VmfBYUUZ0VmMW52_r8WxSSCDUMWLQlOiY8BXTtka-r48xRk9ogntH3kbC90Mtd5djR_EatmeohEJCnmRvFfns5dCM9NfdMEvrWkAuJut8FfVbVCNbpVQVlQbaAdE2rKeVBDME/s1600/DSC01950.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCc-mr_VmfBYUUZ0VmMW52_r8WxSSCDUMWLQlOiY8BXTtka-r48xRk9ogntH3kbC90Mtd5djR_EatmeohEJCnmRvFfns5dCM9NfdMEvrWkAuJut8FfVbVCNbpVQVlQbaAdE2rKeVBDME/s320/DSC01950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527573801216849714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZd81aTrvSlrBVhleLOdL8NEiUKR2XKf3OHUqVw0VcqOBSh2HXVYGWMiUF0dzQ_ahFkYGCCp33SXKHNx2Ia6OzvF7m2jZivNHPR1ffiolunlW7AA1cgKGVLLk9hS0pn_CNc3ZXJwyY7Q/s1600/DSC01951.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZd81aTrvSlrBVhleLOdL8NEiUKR2XKf3OHUqVw0VcqOBSh2HXVYGWMiUF0dzQ_ahFkYGCCp33SXKHNx2Ia6OzvF7m2jZivNHPR1ffiolunlW7AA1cgKGVLLk9hS0pn_CNc3ZXJwyY7Q/s320/DSC01951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527573793403172914" /></a><br /><br /></div></div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-70108909250527076582010-09-10T06:40:00.000-07:002010-09-10T07:24:22.440-07:00Fashion is what you make it...The 'stylish versus trendy' argument is one I'm constantly having in my head. A habit I have (one which is not altogether nice, I know) is to assess what people around me are wearing. I don't by any means consider myself the sole arbiter of all things fashionable (or any, for that matter), but I do like to think that I have a good sense of style. And while I do believe that any fashionista worth her salt should know what trends are in and which are not, I don't believe we should follow every single one like a pug dog on a leash. I mean, who else is tired of seeing girls in blouses with detailed sleeves, waist belts, skinny jeans and ballet flats? Or the gladiator sandals and footless tights? Or the long flowy print summer dress? Or the smoky eyes and 60's (or is it 80's now?) inspired minidress? It gets old after a while.<div>There is nothing I love more than to see a girl take a trend and do something quirky or unique with it. Wait, that's not true. What I love the most is to see a girl who is wearing absolutely nothing that's 'in' and still looks fabulous. That's a true fashionista right there. Because trends are fleeting, but style is forever. Word.</div><div>Anyway, photos. Whether relevant or not. It's my blog. Heh.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddNiRLAkH31xSGFT8-bS2xQhVrQPX-ZGzZ0wAyBfyfVRuWXk59EUPnMWCNwX5Lc0jl4Pts0J9IQ19d0T6N2zwPtuEww5yMkqklrFZUCDIpueVcLk-sQCK3xokubMt4sncQasCGBQ0FHc/s1600/DSC00566.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddNiRLAkH31xSGFT8-bS2xQhVrQPX-ZGzZ0wAyBfyfVRuWXk59EUPnMWCNwX5Lc0jl4Pts0J9IQ19d0T6N2zwPtuEww5yMkqklrFZUCDIpueVcLk-sQCK3xokubMt4sncQasCGBQ0FHc/s320/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515286829878195842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_EUORK7P_KXetWBd36IrvRH_WZlYhe8WMu4SZnfKpFlnXH4AqPhBOMIR-Y5qtWy4iqmSZkfCZkFLCFNlwJ_cqDpqsHD-q5fle0SQGmLA00qEg0xsecr-zXV4xPbScJqrPY9BVfBhV-lA/s1600/SANY1264.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_EUORK7P_KXetWBd36IrvRH_WZlYhe8WMu4SZnfKpFlnXH4AqPhBOMIR-Y5qtWy4iqmSZkfCZkFLCFNlwJ_cqDpqsHD-q5fle0SQGmLA00qEg0xsecr-zXV4xPbScJqrPY9BVfBhV-lA/s320/SANY1264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515286824687512546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>Wear a necklace as a bracelet. I know it seems obvious, but barely anyone does it. And it looks great!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-nVyFaVNTX45Zw272Xh7Arct-QQKthgvVDnjCSMAshYoNWCVai1TwDeJqroAhJYy2TVfIYFnCxAt2RaEJnEkEckS92sQfbOl0zR1gEIQe272RMMS7FYb9EyuJI5KUfWtlvWA25Yiaek/s1600/DSC01430.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-nVyFaVNTX45Zw272Xh7Arct-QQKthgvVDnjCSMAshYoNWCVai1TwDeJqroAhJYy2TVfIYFnCxAt2RaEJnEkEckS92sQfbOl0zR1gEIQe272RMMS7FYb9EyuJI5KUfWtlvWA25Yiaek/s320/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515286819905579810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYiStWBvCo9bQOWOvhlVhpWP_QGEYcfHRsR9-mb7ayde9akSIW9bBwHozLILAxygvEu6eZjucnt5vRwb4Qo1vrOG6I0vPdIrjnMHPhC_tCOw2sq8QH1Mz0A_CurFja3RfiICsHVXI0lGw/s1600/DSC01123.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYiStWBvCo9bQOWOvhlVhpWP_QGEYcfHRsR9-mb7ayde9akSIW9bBwHozLILAxygvEu6eZjucnt5vRwb4Qo1vrOG6I0vPdIrjnMHPhC_tCOw2sq8QH1Mz0A_CurFja3RfiICsHVXI0lGw/s320/DSC01123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515286815177446082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>My take on the nerd glasses trend. Believe it or not, I got these vintage frames for N100. No jokes. And then I had medicated lenses put in. Call me geek chick, baby. Oh, and the detailing on both blouses I did myself. All you need is a few cast-offs to turn a basic tank or tee into a cute blouse.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRchr44o8du9udiYOlfgArFbiQiB0k7J_6e7P7eMUJsw6mL17lC04SGMOLtHrXqs5DX275Xogw4waf7a5_t4fVeUYsR4fwoJS4dp2QIR8qQHJ-1FthMXsQ0lyP8TT7s4AKsmD0iZn3WD8/s1600/DSC01134.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRchr44o8du9udiYOlfgArFbiQiB0k7J_6e7P7eMUJsw6mL17lC04SGMOLtHrXqs5DX275Xogw4waf7a5_t4fVeUYsR4fwoJS4dp2QIR8qQHJ-1FthMXsQ0lyP8TT7s4AKsmD0iZn3WD8/s320/DSC01134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515286806259952114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>My take on the smoky eye. Who said it had to be black? A lot of blue eyeliner underneath the black eyeshadow adds a pop of color that everyone will be talking about...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNCfGPxLU2LsMj0yzJkjFHubbkly0iCHm5u7n87efky2mWl0Cn7v-0GbSxekGE3ePsZB_Lkdl8Bz_0AeiaO-X8LM8fzfdtW6i9xnFs6c2o_q6X62kwyN-wQ6lVFy27tvaTBIZJsVLMg4/s1600/DSC00346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNCfGPxLU2LsMj0yzJkjFHubbkly0iCHm5u7n87efky2mWl0Cn7v-0GbSxekGE3ePsZB_Lkdl8Bz_0AeiaO-X8LM8fzfdtW6i9xnFs6c2o_q6X62kwyN-wQ6lVFy27tvaTBIZJsVLMg4/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515288989469817890" /></a>These sneaks used to be white with black detail (the stars and stuff you can see). But they got old, the white was looking less and less like white, so out came the spray paint, and bam! New sneaks! (which I never got to wear because a girlfriend pinched these the very next day. Sob).<div><br /></div><div>Fashion, my friends, is what you make of it. Even with spray paint.<br /><div><br /></div></div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-87451470679784841652010-08-22T08:25:00.000-07:002010-08-22T08:33:23.722-07:00Photos from Lloyd LiveI know it was ages ago, but still. I loved the way I looked that day. And we had so much fun! I had no idea I could be oppressed by people three, four years my junior though; the things those tweens were wearing, Lordha'mercy! Lol.. Here're photos of me and my gurlie, Rina...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdYJyUHNmFGyEnpqxIgoMdsGWVD-CcXwmk9HxxvgNKmAbiYFmW4ZqeN6OpfjwjE87ey3ykn6c8kkPklapg4enFmpR5ix1uK_kR4WqiJ4H13PUZi5fnj4SizowoWIms_HLu-m3FVV2v8g/s1600/DSC00126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdYJyUHNmFGyEnpqxIgoMdsGWVD-CcXwmk9HxxvgNKmAbiYFmW4ZqeN6OpfjwjE87ey3ykn6c8kkPklapg4enFmpR5ix1uK_kR4WqiJ4H13PUZi5fnj4SizowoWIms_HLu-m3FVV2v8g/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508256758995762610" /></a>Smiling for the camera. I don't think Lloyd deserved this outfit though..lol...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivEJSFwPKBiyI4T6enukRV_mzGbTAYWJAfchuWj1nZRSObppiXDogHK9eAhPr7p0c9gc_3YYAALKfdRyNA0kCDZG6FRuGcOhNXggctGg0F26i83WiC1lEyq5Oq7TosHKMgXUmUV6hGdB8/s1600/DSC00128.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivEJSFwPKBiyI4T6enukRV_mzGbTAYWJAfchuWj1nZRSObppiXDogHK9eAhPr7p0c9gc_3YYAALKfdRyNA0kCDZG6FRuGcOhNXggctGg0F26i83WiC1lEyq5Oq7TosHKMgXUmUV6hGdB8/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508256754924857394" /></a>Me and my super-hot gurlie, Ri-Ri...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTQuzWXXXceFzh5JdGju_FHCH7GBrqXqAscTDyTpv7HOG0PMTj9PAByaOi5dVOBsYJLzpWU5kfeixHAJjPec-KPUzvISWGz1jSXyaMuCidxLjjdNy47s3nTHUSMxdLarbfnvFwQqr1fI/s1600/DSC00125.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTQuzWXXXceFzh5JdGju_FHCH7GBrqXqAscTDyTpv7HOG0PMTj9PAByaOi5dVOBsYJLzpWU5kfeixHAJjPec-KPUzvISWGz1jSXyaMuCidxLjjdNy47s3nTHUSMxdLarbfnvFwQqr1fI/s320/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508256748424001954" /></a>How many hours of dancing can I do in these, I wonder?<div><br /><br /></div>Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-25837562175613499122010-07-29T08:59:00.000-07:002010-07-29T09:14:09.019-07:00It Sucks Not Having a Camera!!I don't have a camera in school. Not even a camera phone. Which means that all the remarkable stuff I've passed by over the last few weeks has gone unrecorded. Very unsexy.(I'm not even sure that's a word) o_O. Like, I saw two girls standing side by side, having a conversation it seemed. And while one was in a tank top and capris, the other was wearing a long-sleeved basic top, sneakers and a beanie. In the same place! I think Nigeria is the only place where stuff like that happens. I wonder how Nigerian designers decide what to put in each season's collection; I mean, there is no demarcation here, as far as fashion is concerned anyway...<br />Then there was the boy I sat behind in class who was wearing a white shirt that very obviously used to be someone's work uniform; it actually had the name Brian Fuller on the breast pocket, in blue embroidery. And then on the sleeves it said Polypipe Group. Weird! So I googled Polypipe, and it turned out to be a European Piping company, although googling 'Brian Fuller Polypipe Group' was pretty fruitless. HOW did he get that shirt?? Lol... And he wore it to class, like a normal shirt. I couldn't help staring at him all class long.<br />Oh, and I saw cactus flowers! I know they're not so very rare, but still. They looked like christmas balls on the plants. I want to see a flowering cactus at least once in my life. So that's all the stuff I can remember that I wanted to photograph but haven't had a chance to. Can't wait to get my camera phone back, at least. Then a new charger for my camera, then Bliss!<br /><br />Random fact of the day: There are black swans, and they are native only to Australia. Plus they're reputed to be as ugly as their cousins are beautiful.Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-76642672486056486412010-07-12T13:01:00.000-07:002010-07-12T14:11:44.850-07:00An Amazing Sunset<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1lup2QOG7d6EwW71Jk7N5IEpkicmVWTBd97EhizPZMLn9NLVjJ0fabomqmWy5Pv8magu_gBw4MVrYC36wTUzeD7_8JhdfvaxgAbZOQwdRb6mzMKkcq7nQtzmfyhvZN3krpkyIUbn1YY/s1600/SANY1232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1lup2QOG7d6EwW71Jk7N5IEpkicmVWTBd97EhizPZMLn9NLVjJ0fabomqmWy5Pv8magu_gBw4MVrYC36wTUzeD7_8JhdfvaxgAbZOQwdRb6mzMKkcq7nQtzmfyhvZN3krpkyIUbn1YY/s320/SANY1232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493129037721798354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUn6b4Q5y6JFeGLAB2WYLOx8z7sfDV0sIGRm0TbsHKv4m4U7EyiIeZ3aFXXGV6zqubueKQ7ggnDTUthvUH2dKmPHbKzv6RtTksYecPlBjVlqkpluennW_WR2NR3ahUJHx115r1MotReM/s1600/SANY1208.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUn6b4Q5y6JFeGLAB2WYLOx8z7sfDV0sIGRm0TbsHKv4m4U7EyiIeZ3aFXXGV6zqubueKQ7ggnDTUthvUH2dKmPHbKzv6RtTksYecPlBjVlqkpluennW_WR2NR3ahUJHx115r1MotReM/s320/SANY1208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493129030160746322" /></a><br />Travelling long distances by road can be amazing, provided it's with the right company and scenery. I just went to Abuja from Ibadan with some friends for a conference; it took us about 13 hours because the driver was being careful. It was a little tedious, but the landscape was amazing. And the difference in pollution levels was astounding; the sunlight was so bright, the air so sharp and clear... I hadn't realised pollution was such a terrible thing. Anyway, I took some pictures on the way, and I'll put up one or two. But the one I'm most proud of (which was a fluke, by the way), is the sunset. I love that picture...Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604614924976878369.post-77808101178229072942010-07-02T07:36:00.000-07:002010-07-02T07:40:12.617-07:00It's the start of something new...Yup, I watched all three HSM movies. Big deal. Everyone's allowed to connect with their inner child once in a while.:D Anyway. This blog is basically going to be your window to my world, for those people just curious enough to want to know what my world is like. There's going to be gossip, lots of pictures, and maybe a few travel posts too. It'll basically be where I get to write whatever random thoughts pass through my head as a result of something I saw or heard or read or ate. So. Till something interesting happens (which might be a while, considering where I am right now...UI is SO dull!), adios amigos!Timlou_xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481693575925691942noreply@blogger.com0