I have so many things I want, I need to keep track of it...


Pigments

Burnt Burgundy or Smoke Signal
Maroon  Yes! This is coming in the mail :] 4/10/08
Cocomotion  I swatched this again at the CCO, way too glittery for me right now.
Rose Gold
Platinum
Softwash Grey maybe  Looks too light. Plus LE, harder to find.
Marine Ultra
Blue Brown  Pending swap on MUA
Black black
FOREST GREEN! *NEED*


Eyeshadows

Bottle Green
Atlantic Blue
Omega
Carbon  Got it at CCO 4/8/08



Shadesticks

Mangomix  Got it at CCO 4/8/08
Sharksin
Royal Hue
 

Blush


Blunt Got it at CCO 4/8/08
Fab (Barbie)
Format
Sunbasque


Brushes

168  Franklin Mills CCO 4/11/08
188  Franklin Mills CCO 4/11/08

*spoilers for those who didn't watch last week- read no further!*



Last week's episode REALLY creeped me out. Is Claire dead? She looked so evil in the cabin. Why is Jack's dad in the cabin? I DONT GET IT. Why the hell was the child Locke drawing pictures of the smoke monster? And WHY does that guy who came to his house to "test" his intelligence (one of the Others; the same guy who recruited Juliet and the same guy who reached out to young Ben when he was little and made him evil)... why does this guy not AGE? And does he wear eyeliner? DO NOT GET! Blah, I like Kate with Sawyer so much more. And am I starting to soften towards Ben? This is troublesome... lmao. Can't wait for tomorrow.

Details:

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* See pictures for usage, but most items are lightly used or used 1-2x

Thanks for looking! :]

MAC:

* Porcelain Pink MSF $25

* Glissade MSF $23

* Rule e/s $8

* Eyepopping e/s $11

* De Menthe e/s $15 (the top layer of this might need to be scraped due to using wet- see pic)

* 259 brush d/c $18 (has clear nail polish on number)

* 216 brush (old style) $15

I miss Angelo... 


Ok there's a few things I just don't get:


1. Why do people have rats as pets? WHY?  *scratches head*

2. WTF is the big deal about Mariah Carey? and WHY does she not annoy anyone else? Why are her boobs so far apart? Why does she dress
     like it's 1995? Why do I hate her new single, "Touch my body" *barf* ?  *Throws tomatoes at her*


And LOL @ this pic.  Everytime I look at it I just can't stop laughing. Maybe it's just me. Also I loved trolls... trolls FTW.  Why didn't they ever make any brown barbies? >.<

It's so funny how smell is connected to memory.  I was in the parking lot the other day about to get into the car when I caught a whiff of something distinct- a woodsy, musky smell that literally stopped me in my tracks.  It reminded me of Zimbabwe sooo much.

I got really nostalgic :[ and sad.  I really miss my homeland.  It's almost painful to think of what it's become.  I wonder what it is about power that engulfs the powerful.  Mugabe is a sad, sad old man.  Why can't he just retire gracefully? 

Anyways, talk about the elections is for another post. This is much more personal... haha.

I don't know what the hell my problem is. Sometimes I get stuck in the past.  The Zimbabwe I knew growing up in the '80s is nothing like what I saw the last time I went (2006). 

I wish I could preserve those memories... bottle them up, or transfer them out of my head and onto print or film.  Childhood--or rather, life itself-- in Africa is so vastly different from growing up here.  Life just moves at a more relaxed, slower pace.   Things are simpler.  We spent our days when not in school in the morning and Islamic school in the afternoon playing outside.  I was a shy, quiet kid.  When the neighborhood kids would come over to swim in our pool, I'd be in the backyard eating four-leaf clovers. Yes, that's, right, eating. They were tangy and tasty. Haha. Or I'd be daydreaming in our round room... the most interesting room in the house.  It was round and at the end of a long hallway.  Perfect for an imaginative little kid pretending to be Rapunzel... haha.

It was great.  We had the pool in the yard, the fruit trees my grandfather planted, and the servant's quarters in the back.  I'd spend hours in the garden looking for snakes with the gardener or poking chameleons with a stick, wanting them to change colors.

People were happy, healthy.  Being a child I saw none of the racism or the white-owned farms that controlled the economy. In fact, I lived in the Indian area and saw no white people at all unless we took a trip to the farms.  The farms back then (tobacco, mostly, with some others... ) were luscious and green.  Now they are dilapidated and mostly barren. 

But nothing takes me back to those days more than the smell.  All I have to do is close my eyes and I can imagine my favorite part of the day: sunset.  People would be walking home from a long day at work, mothers carrying babies on their backs, but it's something about the flat, rocky terrain of the country that makes for the most beautiful sunsets.  The smell of burning wood as people lit their fires for some tea, saadza (mealie meal- Zimbabwean staple), and meat or repe (kale).   Something more raw and earthy... the sweat of the people.  It's hard to explain.  I miss it so much.