Dear Places

Dear Barcelona, Nice, Pisa

You are beautiful. Especially Barcelona and Nice. Pisa you are pretty, and quaint, but the tower was a surpising let down. Sorry, and the fact that we couldn't get dessert at 8:30, whats with that?!
But otherwise first half of the trip, amazing!

Love
Komal

Dear Security People and my samsung SL605

Dear Security People at Alexandra Palace.

YOU SUCK! At concerts it is customary for people to get up and dance. Forbidding this is really not cool. And when the artist performing says "Wow thats lame" after you make the only person brave/bold/crazy enough to get up and dance sit back down, you should know that its really really not cool. But at least you couldn't stop us in the end. Bastards

And
Dear my Samsung SL605
I got you becuase my other amazing camera broke which was also a samsung, so I thought the brand would still work the way I want...nope you suck really hard too. Almost every single picture I took is too pixely. Not matter what setting I used throughout the night, so I don't have a single crisp clear picture of my beloved Shaan. Thanks a lot...piece of shit.


Love
--Komal

Dear Maria Sharapova

Dear Canon digital camera makers,

     I don't very much appreciate my shiny new (and blue) camera lasting for a total of 5 photos before the new batteries die.  Wales trip?  Sorry, no pix for you - I hope you have a very good memory (which i don't...).  Anthropology walk?  Oh don't worry about passing the class; course credit is sooo over-rated.  Giant rally, march, and riots?  Screw awesome stories and their visual evidence - visual evidence is like the Les Stroud of evidence: dull and so 20th century (Bear Grylls forever, just sayin').
     Now, I'm not going to say that Canon lured me into buying a camera by painting it shiny blue and calling it PowerShot(!).  I'm not going to go there...  But that's exactly what they did, and no one's going to be able to stop them from doing it again and again because Canon is such a huge, faceless corporation.  What ever shall we do...?  Maybe hold a protest rally against it...oh wait, I wouldn't even know how to do that because I couldn't take pictures to help me remember.  Damn you, Canon, with your catch-22s and Chinese fingertraps of logic!  Maybe instead of the PowerShot A495 I should have bought the A496, or the B495.  But they were just so darn expensive (and made up for comedic purposes).  I dare say that Canon is capitalizing off of and discriminating against poor students and economy-stricken photographers.  Shame on you, and your little dog too.  (That's right, like the Wicked Witch.  But I suppose I should have made you say that then...damn it never mind.  I thought it was kind of clever at least, what with the rhyming and the pop culture references...for the 1920s.  Ugh.).
     Now I need to find a new camera very soon or my 21 days of travel are going to seem very lame to my family.  As a result, they're going to make me pay for my plane ticket home, which I won't be able to do, leaving me with no choice but to join the traveling circus.  Shucks, I'm terrified of clowns...

             Love,
                  Photogra-forget-about-it
     
P.S. I hope people get the reference (Sharapova had that commercial: "Make every shot a PowerShot".  She's still fairly attractive, I guess, so I'll leave her out of this)

Dear Kitchen Door

Dear Kitchen Door,
     Normally I like to rant for several paragraphs against such vile fiends, but you have already defeated me with your constant slamming and I just don't have the energy to be so long-winded.  People in my flat: STAY or GO!  Don't do both.  I really think that door is going to drive me insane, and I would love to trade rooms with someone who is not situated directly across from a heartless vacuum.  Or is it a reverse vacuum because it reflects all sound straight into my brain?  Whatever, I hate them both.

    Love,
       The person who would like to rip the door off its hinges (like my closet haha, but that's a different story)

Dear Taxation Without Retaliation,

Dear Brightsiders,

     Imma gunna let you finish, but this blog is strictly for lashing out at an otherwise mellow society (it also has one of the best albums of all time...just sayin').  There is far too much coddling here in the lives of these British students: tuition es poco o nada, first-year grades are laughably suited for "finding oneself", and the pound remains free from our pesky exchange rates.  What I'm getting at here, if you'll read between the lines is: WE are poor.  WE are beaten down by an educational system of Nazi-esque suffocation.  [We are Legion.]  And we are, once again and for always, quite poor.
     Jealous am I?  Absolutely.  But I will not stand for it.  Therefore, on March 26th (NOT...!...not the 26th of March, cus that's just ludicrous), I - the royal blog 'WE' - will be attending the March Against Cuts.  I/WE will wear my smile and voice my outcry against god knows what's going on in the British government.  However, behind that facade will be a smile of much a different sort: one of vengeance!  One of smugness.  And one of ill-restrained peace.  For I/WE have a suspicion that all these marches have been a desperate attempt to stay 1-up on the visiting American students.  In other words, 'na na na na, we don't pay and you still do'.  How dare they!  How dare them!  How dare America!  For the record, I submit that the US government pay our tuition while we are abroad, if only to reiterate the royal ass-kicking of 1776.  Queen, WE still know where you live (I think...some of us were a little lost when I WE wandered over to the area so who knows.  Might have been a Subway restaurant or a BK - they're everywhere now!).  Regards, and God bless.

               Love,
                      The New Sons and Daughters of Liberty, post-dated 2011

Dear all things that make me happy

Too many posts on here are complaining.

So here is one for all the things that make me happy.

Dear Sun that has been coming out very frequently, I am so glad that you do, at home all I do is hide from the sun, but for some reason while here all I want is to see you, and sit in the grass with you shining on my face, which has been happening a lot and I thank you for it.

Dear Erika, and Lexii, for always being there for me to talk to. You guys have both adopted me as your older sister of sorts, and I appreciate that, and you know I will always be here when you need me to be. I also miss you like crazy.

Dear Alcohol, I fully understand why people drink you so much, I just understand how they can afford to, but I love what you do, loosing people up, and making some people more fun, and some dance like fools, either way, thanks

Dear my Itunes, thank you for reading my mind all the time and playing just the right songs for my moods.

and before I drone on too long
Dear  Internet, I may love you most of all for providing me with almost everything :-)

Love
--Komal

Dear Arriva

Dear Arriva

you can go fuck yourselfs, seriously. 12 hours is a tortuous amount of time to make people wait for a fucking train.

Love
Jackie and Komal
and Catrina, and Gary
except Gary didn't have to wait that long, so not really.