State of the art with a capital F!

Hello Skinlovers!

An observation short and sweet…

You scribbled a few lines… You became a writer.
You doodled and copied… You called yourself an artist.
You commented on a painting… You became an art critic.
You worked in an ad agency for a year… You became an Art director.
You went to beauty school for 6 months… You called yourself a professional make up artist.
You can rhyme… You think you are a rapper.
You shop a lot… Suddenly you are a stylist?
You sketched a dress and a dressmaker made it… Now you’re a Fashion designer…
You own a modelling agency… Suddenly you know about fashion.
You swear at Israel… Suddenly you are politically savvied.
You deny God… You are an Atheist.
You sold a piece of land and now have money… You think you have breeding!
You filmed 1 short badly done film… Now you are a film-maker…
There is a word ALL of you should look up:
Dilettante (actually I will save you the trouble doubt you could even do that properly) here you go:

dil·et·tante/ˌdiliˈtänt/
Noun:
A person who claims an area of interest, such as the arts, without real commitment or knowledge.
A person with an amateur interest in the arts.

Is it any wonder this beloved country of ours is going to hell in a basket so fast?????
These people who have no background are running around trying to tell those of us who do know how things should be……..

I am not interested in your opinion if you haven’t researched and had experience, I don’t give a damn what you think and what you feel if you have just discovered your moral and political compass a few nanoseconds ago.
Your ideas on a matter that I happen to know more about are of no import especially if you are not qualified either through age or experience to talk about.

So please Ammanis think before you speak, those of us who have been there to hell and back are really sick and tired of newbies trying to tell us how life is…

Short and sweet of it: YOU DO NOT KNOW A THING ABOUT LIFE AND PROFESSIONALISM UNTIL YOU HAVE LIVED ON YOUR OWN AWAY FROM DADDY AND MOMMY’S FINANCIAL AID… SO BUGGER OFF!

On humanity and inhumanity within the so called educational and societal ranks…

Hello Skinlovers!

This is for the Arabic speakers mainly but I will write the gist of things to elaborate…

http://www.bbc.co.uk/arabic/tvandradio/2012/05/120514_xtracarehomes.shtml

A report from Gulf News:
http://gulfnews.com/news/region/jordan/abuse-rampant-at-jordan-care-homes-1.1022495  (Obviously translated from the Arabic BBC site)…
A reporter went undercover in two  special needs schools in Jordan and uncovered a myriad of atrocities being committed against the pupils there. What she discovered was so horrific that it stirred up a hornets nest, even our king had to step in and demand an inquiry take place to see what the hell happened.

Now comes the rant!
Society gasped in horror at the revelations of the BBC Documentary!
Bull-crap, the only reason they gasped in horror was that the atrocities and molestations were exposed, AND THAT IS THE ONLY REASON…
Let me explain, in schools of east-Amman teachers still beat the students (even though it is expressly forbidden by law since day one of the inception of civil laws and in the constitution), yes people beating a student or a child is illegal not even a parent can do so!
Now let us move on to the more corrupt thing, it is the society itself that is sick, we have a bunch of ignorant idiots breeding and inbreeding and popping out kids like there is no tomorrow of course some of them will be born slight handicapped whether physically or mentally, and here is where the horror comes in. Society treats  these kids as pariahs (although thanks to their highnesses Prince Raad bin Zeid and Princess Majda Raad things have started to change slightly), where anyone with a handicap was shunned locked away akin to medieval times.

It is the society of 3eib (shame) that we have to get rid of, stupid people running around saying 3eib to anything, like ostriches they expect us to put our heads in the sand and pretend there is no problem and that it will go away.
We have to get rid of the 3eib because we are behaving like the Victorian era (which was one of the most perverted and sick times filled with false humility and modesty), now is the time to strike at those who use 3eib to destroy other peoples lives, there is no 3eib, there is no we can’t say that! Instead we should be open to discuss even the most unpleasant of things.
A woman goes to get a mammogram and asks the doctor to give her a clean bill of health so her husband does not divorce her…. WTF?
Women come into the doctors office various parts of their bodies gangrened and rotting because again they are scared their men will leave them, THIS IS THE 3EIB! Shame on you men and women for allowing men like that to exist shame on you society for letting kids who cannot defend themselves be attacked so viciously.
The shame is in not confronting the bullies of society who would condemn someone for having a disease, a defect, and anything wrong with them.
And what sickens me most is the holier than thou attitude they run around with, and all of them pretend to be so holy and well versed in religions. SHAME ON YOU!

Our society is sick and they are looking at the minorities to scapegoat them, and blame them for all their ills. But no! This will not be tolerated so thank you BBC and Miss Khandakji for blasting open this Pandora’s box of ills and hypocrisy, kudos to you for your bravery and my utmost respect.

Now will someone get, catch, and incarcerate the evil-doers and punish them, and hopefully not sweep this horror under the rugs in the hopes it will disappear. Because it will not! It will fester and simmer until it explodes again and unfortunately that also might be with the death of a student and an ungodly cover-up….

Ingrates that grate on my nerves! (Or the thankless effing bastards who feel that I was put on this earth for their advancement)…

un·grate·ful/ˌənˈgrātfəl/

Adjective:	Not feeling or showing gratitude: “she’s so ungrateful for everything we do”. Not pleasant or acceptable: “he turned to the ungrateful task of forming a police cordon”.
Synonyms:	thankless – unthankful – ingrate

Hello Skinlovers!

I am sure you noticed the definition of ungrateful, I felt it was time for me to remind people of it.
I am sick and tired of people phoning me for FREE advice and information and also taking advantage of my better nature.
But what pisses me off the most are the following:
Some of the effing arse-wipes phone me at all odd hours of the day and ask me for number, advice, and what have you. Professing undying love and friendship, then months go by they have a party, an event and guess who is not on the guest-list.

This has happened one time too many for me to be silent…

Example the Mercedes Fashel Week! I wasn’t invited to a single of the shows (except by Basma O who offered me her tickets to the shows she wasn’t going to, I of course politely declined and boycotted all the events and removed one of the major players from my facebook). How dare they?

It boggles the mind the times a certain miss phoned me or got someone to phone me asking for advice.I demand the respect that I am owed. For being one of the innovators of Fashion in Jordan, not only in fashion in art too. People seem to forget I was and am Jordan’s first styling image consultant, also I am one of its foremost make-up artists, and innovators of shoot, before I came on the scene fashion shoots were dull and boring and then I came along and I actually had a plot and a story line. But do they appreciate that hell no! Instead they pretend and say o we forgot, we thought you had retired, and all the usual bull0crap excuses.

Well here’s an idea next time you guys need advice you phone me and I will charge you, and I will not give you discounts or favours because you do not deserve it.

Gone are days where you could just reach out and phone me and ask me anything this time you will have to pay for the pleasure of that information, no more free-rides on this gravy train.

I am sick and tired of users and leeches and I will make sure that they will pay!

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Sempre Infidelis! (a comment on grattitude, thanklessness, users, leeches and more)…

Sempre Infidelis! (a comment on grattitude, thanklessness, users, leeches and more)….

Sempre Infidelis! (a comment on grattitude, thanklessness, users, leeches and more)…

Hello Skinlovers!

Gramma’s back!

So the Mercedes Fashion week Amman edition is about to start, a showcase venue for up and coming Fashion designers from Jordan (and more I think!).

Here it comes:

You would think as Jordan’s first STYLING IMAGE CONSULTANT and phone/go to person that I would have been invited by one of the designers or by one of the sponsors… Nope no such invitation has been forthcoming (except for Basma O whom I adore such a creative young thing, she at least had the decency to  phone and the good manners to say thank you).

One doesn’t normally do things and favours for thanks, but one does them because one can, and usually it is a pleasure to do them. That said it is really interesting how peoples true colours show through in times like these.
Did I ask you for your thanks?…NO.
Did I ask you for your adoration?…NO!
Did I ask you for your money?… AGAIN  NO.

But do they even show appreciation? A HELL NO deafened the town.
And people wonder why I fly off the handle when I ge asked for favours (a favour implies that you will do one in return! HA! In this town of users and damned entitled shits? Never a chance in hell!).
My bile is targeted at the people who ask me for advice, who phone me to ask where they can find such -and -such, the ones who bend my ear with their troubles, the ones who seem to think I was put on this earth to do their free work and so they can reap the glory, the one who pick my brain for fresh and original ideas and use them and then pretend like they came up with that all on their own… Yes you know who you are, and here is a little message to you a word of warning if you will:

As for the designers, well, masla7jieyeh…

I just thought you should know how ungrateful the design “scene” in Jordan is, after asking and begging me for favours all these years the effing shites have shown their true colours. At least now I know and can deal with them in exactly the way they deserve.

3ady Welcome to Jordan!

But let it be known that they did cross me and that isn’t the healthiest places to be (my bad side), and paybacks an effing Mother of all bitches and she’s got my name tattooed all over her.
The day will come when they REALLY will need me for something, and let us just see how THAT will play out.

Shallow, vindictive superficial despicable me and I am loving it.

You ask why? My answer is this, you can let yourself be used and pushed-over only so many times before you snap.
And it just gets to you after a while, and you really do have enough! So you snap and people cannot understand why you snap.

That’s all for now, my voodoo dolls, Santeria and Condomble are waiting for me, expect some mishaps to occur!

What remains… Emptiness…

Hello Skinlovers!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eMK0IPC2XA

This is the mood, I don’t know if it is an Adrenaline down or what, but I am feeling kind of empty and strangely stressed.

Well, yesterday was the last performance of Stardust Academy’s Sleeping Beauty, in which I played the role of Maleficent the witch.
Opening night went well, people enjoyed (so I am told). It was the invited audience and they were marvellous.
Second night the student night with paying guest, not a good combo, they were lacklustre in their applause, not because we were crap but because they were what they were.
Third night, most of the audience had no energy to feed off, and that led to a dull atmosphere (It was a mixture of students and paying guests).

Analysis forthcoming.
Maybe because I have been doing this for so long (with a break of 10 years for several reasons). First thing I noticed was I was not nervous, irritable, yes indeed, but not nervous. This I find disconcerting because I believe there has to be an element of nerves just a touch of it to make for an excellent performance. But that is just me.
Second thing I noticed was that, after each performance I was left with an empty feeling, nothing zip flat-line on any emotion, people were saying that they loved the performance, and I was pleased but still devoid of that rush, that feeling of Euphoria one usually gets with performing, and I should have had Adrenaline rushing around my corpus like crazy as I was singing (or like I call it speaking my songs).

It is indeed a magnificent high to be on stage, but I didn’t feel it, maybe because I had rehearsed enough and didn’t feel the thrill of the new? Or maybe it just became routinised?
I do not know, I find it interesting, I become analytical of situations like this, it is as if I am walking besides myself.
I did this performance as a challenge to myself in part, and in another part as a favour for a friend who directed it and id so well (she always does), I told her since I have never been to any of your shows I remedied that by being in one of them so I can show up finally!

Back again to that empty feeling…
It is not a new thing. I have always felt like this after any performance, I still can’t figure out why.
I ask myself time and time again, is it because I am a perfectionist and in order not to get disappointed I go into a a mood of Anhedonia? Is it me numbing myself so I do not give myself a heart-attack?
If not, then why do I always have this empty feeling, this hollow feeling right after the show is over? I just can’t shake that feeling completely devoid of emotions. I go through the motions, but it is not because I am arrogant (sometimes I am) or because I am haughty or insincere! I just do not have that whole excitement thing going for me. I remain calm, collected and many times that comes across as insincere.

O well at least I hope that my audience enjoys the performance, as I do tend to give them the best I can, especially when I cannot feed on their energy.

That said I am truly grateful for the people who showed up, and unfortunately there was some dramatics backstage (story follows in another post), but I hope the kids who performed just remember despite the drama that they did a good job.

Have a lovely Spring/Summer thing AND YES I STILL HATE THE HEAT AND SUN!