Soon to be Found

2012-01-27T22:17:00.000-08:00

In regards to the videos below...I have only a few words to say. Both those two clever and admirable individuals had so much to say and articulated their points beautifully. The sad reality is that Charlie Chaplin made his speech in 1940 and Severn Suzuki made hers in 1992, and yet both speeches are highly relevant to our world today. How can we say that we are an evolved race when all that we have progressed in is technology, warfare, and faster ways to make a dollar.

True progression should come from us benefitting our world for the future generations in terms of curing illnesses and sparking fires in youth to revolutionize our planet. The Arab Spring was a start, as were the Occupy movements, however aren't we relatively late in our demands?

Have we not watched as our fellow men and women suffered at the hands of colonization, exploitation, and cruel dictatorship? Have we not watched our planet slowly deteriorate? Yet, we still question why the weather is so strange this winter OR why did nobody help the people of Egypt before?

The reason being because we as humanity, as a race, have failed to value what is important. We have failed to recognize when we need to stand up to the powers that are corrupting our world. We have failed to raise money to go to a UN conference to tell a bunch of older, supposedly wiser, people that their lack of initiative is a disgrace. We have failed to truly exhibit what we feel, we hold back, we are apathetic.

It is pathetic. It infuriates me because I fear I have become a shell of a person. I might preach these words, but I am equally at fault. I recognize my lack of initiative to perhaps create a change, because I fear the unknown and the possibility that I will be rejected. These causes are bigger than my ego, than all of our ego's.

A change must begin. Baby steps, but it should begin today.

oh charlie ♥

2012-01-27T21:57:00.000-08:00

a lost generation

2012-01-27T21:52:00.001-08:00

Daily Nonsense

2012-01-25T12:28:00.000-08:00

If I could I would go back and redo it all differently. My first mistake was being the class clown in high school. I think I should have maintained my idiotic behaviour, whilst also focusing on my assignments more than MSN. Ah yes, I come from the Stone Age where MSN was considered cool and hip.

Due to this change I would apply to the universities and probably get in to every single one. I might also have had a more defined path, and would have probably been able to get into the Journalism or Communication programs which I so desperately wanted to be a part of.

After the fact I would have gained co-op experience prompting me to actually achieve success in the career world. I probably wouldn’t be sitting here writing this piece because I’d be swamped with work or responsibilities. Instead I am annoyed, dejected, and ready to give up completely. Not kill myself or anything, just attempt to go back to school or something. Maybe I should go into waitressing. I know that there has to be one waitressing job out there for me.

If I could I would sit and blog all day and write my novel, travel with one backpack across Europe, Asia, and South America. Go see the world and learn from it. Soak up all life has to offer, drink espresso and mint tea whilst writing about my latest adventure or the handsome stranger I met at the bookstore. I’d write page after page without any of life’s mundane distractions. I’d be content with my work because it would be untainted. Pure.

Perhaps I’ll sleep, perchance to dream.

Top 5 Guilty Pleasures

2011-12-30T07:58:00.000-08:00

1. Wedding Magazines - I just adore looking at the decorations, the venues, the outfits, the favours, EVERYTHING! These magazines are the perfect cure to the blues. I could read them for days. I also happen to adore the stories in which the featured couples explain how they met, how they knew, and their inspiration behind their ideal wedding.

2. Reality TV - everyone loves watching Jersey Shore, The Kardashians (all of their shows), Hoarders, Celebrity Rehab, Teen Mom, etc. For some reason having insight into another human beings lives makes us all feel better about ourselves. If not, it makes you want their life. For 20-40 minutes a day we can all live vicariously through these characters and their fabulous or not-so fabulous lives. An escape from our reality is what it really comes down to, and we all love to escape once in a while.

3. Watching a romantic/sad movie just to get in a good cry. - If any of you girls deny this, you lie! Almost every girl loves a good cry, and the best way to do it is to watch one of those soppy love stories. P.S. I Love You, My Sister's Keeper, A Walk To Remember, The Notebook, Beaches, the list goes on and on!

4. Reading the last page of a book before even starting it! I used to be totally against this and then I tried it once and have never looked back. I trick myself into thinking it is not that bad by quickly skimming and then immediately slamming the book shut! Don't we all want to know if there is a happy ending? I need to prepare myself for a fatality, my feeble heart cannot handle surprises.

5. Reading Perez Hilton and JustJared religiously. To counter this guilty pleasure I also read: NYTimes, BBC.com, and the Huffington Post, to name a few. For some reason the lives of the rich and famous intrigue me - I want to know what they are doing and where they were and with who! When I realise how obsessive I have become I cannot understand why. They are regular people with a different kind of talent and a little more luck than the rest of us, and yet...I frequent these two sites about five times a day. ~~*cringe*~~

Ode To The Nice Girls ♥

2011-12-28T06:30:00.000-08:00

A while back I posted a piece of writing a friend had sent me called Ode To The Nice Guys
(http://soontobefound.blogspot.com/2011/08/ode-to-nice-guys-this-rant-was-written.html). Well a female has now created a rebuttal, I adore her and this piece.

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and f up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for being there for him thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mind-games, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your dreams or fears. You're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances and maybe we shouldn't dress like that. But sometimes we do and we know you don't want the nice girl... so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)"

H.A.P.P.Y

2011-12-13T07:29:00.000-08:00

Have you ever found yourself in a situation in which a movie is SO bad, where the plot and script make you want to cringe...and yet you find yourself thouroughly enjoying yourself?

Don't you hate it when after seeing this horrible excuse for a film, you hear other people mocking anyone that could have ever liked that movie. You want to stand up and defend your horribly commercial, horribly scripted, horribly acted, movie to the last breath!

Why do we love the movies that suck so muchhhhh! Take for example: The Last Song. This movie was beyond horrible. The script was terrible, Miley Cyrus looked like she was in pain the whole way through, the storyline was beyond cheesy, and after all my mental bashings I still walked out going AWWW.

I've realised, anything with a happy ending makes the dumbest things, wonderful!

New Years Eve - great ensemble cast and yet put them all together and the movie upon review was not that great. The stories were way too short, the cast was good, but there was still no story. Everyone just looked fabulous and the music was great, and yet...no real substance (except for maybe Robert DeNiro's storyline...)

However, after the movie I was so elated and felt such great anticipation for New Years, a holiday I despise!

Why? Why does this happen? I know I have good taste in movies, give or take the few guilty pleasures.

My conclusion:

The world needs more happy endings.

It is as simple and as cheesy as that. We do not have enough happy stories in our world. Look at the sports section of the newspaper today and even that is filled with misery - drug busts, sex offenders, trades...

No one is safe! This is why we need to start creating our own happy endings.

We need to bring about the good in life and stop focusing on the negative. Media is probably the biggest factor here, but if we change what we read, the media will have to reform itself.

Let's make happiness sell! Start looking for the awesome.

straight up

2011-12-07T16:32:00.000-08:00

Dear Montréal...

2011-11-18T12:03:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I was an emotional wreck and was absolutely devestated when I realised what has been missing all along.

Montreal.

Here is my letter to the city I love.

Dear Montréal,

You have been my best friend and my worst enemy. You have supported me for four years of my adult life and have taught me so much. You have taught me that not everyone has good intentions, but those few extraordinary people in your life need to be valued. You have taught me the value of a dollar, the value of true friendship, the value of family. You have helped me find my way and find myself in the process. You have given me an education. An education in life, love, friendship, not to mention English Literature and Political Science. You have made me realise how much I need my mother in my life. How she is one of the most crucial components to my life. You have ruined relationships. You have created relationships.

Montréal you have opened my eyes. You have shown me who I am and who I can be. You have made me realise that yes -40 degree weather is not all that bad. You make french fries, cheese curds, and gravy seem like a hearty, normal meal. You have taught me how to speak another language, horribly, but another language none the less. Bonjour! Ça va bien? Est-ce que je peux vous aider? Ou sont les toilettes? Je voudrais six McCroquettes... and so much more!

The one thing you really gave me, the most special of them all...you gave me a place to call home. This is the most valuable gift anyone can recieve and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Merci Montréal.

À bientôt. ♥

♥

2011-11-04T11:21:00.000-07:00

An increasing number of deaths and physical violations have occurred this year with members of the LGBT community. I suppose these incidents have always occurred but it has only risen to the top of the media's attention list recently.

These poor boys and girls have to continuously suffer at the hands of others due to fear. Fear of the unknown. Apparently what you don't know can only hurt you. Instead of trying to understand others, bullies decide to prey on them for their differences.

Making fun of someone at sixteen years old might seem harmless at the time, but those scars live forever. I know that I made a couple of wrong turns during high school with the way I treated people or the things I said about them. I also know that these moments randomly hit me and I feel like someone just punched me in the stomach. I cannot believe I could hurt someone in such a spiteful way. The same goes for these bullies who are abusing innocents at a much more intense level than I ever did.

How can these people live with themselves knowing that someone felt so much pain and felt so hopeless that they decided to take their own life? I have no idea what it must feel like moments before you commit suicide, but just the thought of it makes me scared. These poor kids had to have felt so utterly helpless and alone, so completely battered and exhausted. All this just because of who they chose to love.

Does being gay truly effect any straight person? I do not see how it does. I am straight and I have many lesbian, gay, and bisexual friends. Not one of them has ever made me feel threatened. In fact these are some of the sweetest people I know. Those with such big hearts. Who are only waiting to accept you into their lives. Sans judgement.

What does our world do? It shuns them. It makes them feel wrong. Inferior. Unwanted.

If anyone who is reading this cares or feels like this is the situation they have been put in, know that it gets better. Know that you, as an individual, can actually make a change. One tiny ounce of kindness is more than enough to keep a person going for one more day.

2011-11-04T11:09:00.000-07:00

I've been told by a few people that they read my blog quite regularly. To me this is a strange thing, I write this blog with mixed feelings. I want people to read it and yet I do not publicize it like other bloggers do. I hate that people would know these are my emotions or my thoughts. They will know exactly how I felt on that day, maybe they are the subject of my post. There is no anonymity when writing a blog that everyone knows belongs to you.

So what do I do? Completely change the way I write? Or do I just say to hell with it all and write away, leaving my inhibitions and pride on the side.

I suppose this is practice for when and IF I ever release my manuscript.

Read This...EVERY MORNING!

2011-11-04T11:05:00.000-07:00

(photo credit: not sure because I stole it from Facebook)

the greats

2011-10-28T06:50:00.000-07:00

"Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs."

Jane (Jane Eyre)

"'I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you --- especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.'"

- Rochester (Jane Eyre)

"...Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you -- haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe -- I know that ghosts have wandered on Earth. Be with me always -- take any form -- drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"

- Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful."

Lord Henry (The Picture of Dorian Gray)

"Nothing in the way of pleasure can ever be given up by the young men of this age."

Mrs. Jennings (Sense and Sensibility)

dreaming is believing.

2011-10-28T06:08:00.001-07:00

a little bit of ginger to spice up your life.

2011-10-28T06:04:00.000-07:00

I cannot believe that I have not posted a video of one of my favourite artists. For shame. Enjoy!

Starbucks.

2011-10-24T06:46:00.000-07:00

A word to the wise:

Treat all Starbucks employees with the utmost respect and kindness. These boys and girls bring joy to people's lives daily. Without them I would be an even angrier human being, therefore I love them and so should you.

A Diva Is A Female Version Of A Hustlaaaa

2011-10-18T06:42:00.001-07:00

2011-10-17T12:10:00.002-07:00

Lumos/Nox

2011-10-17T12:10:00.000-07:00

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.

Harry Potter is one of my all time favourite series and there is nothing closer to my heart than those seven books.

The whole reason I love to write is due to J.K. Rowling and Harry, Hermoine, and Ron. To them I owe it all.

♥

Always

2011-10-06T18:45:00.001-07:00

It's you I need.

Are You In?

2011-09-29T19:38:00.001-07:00

Have you ever felt like you don’t remember how you got to a certain place? How you forgot the person you used to be? Well all will be revealed, as you will come to understand my story.

Twenty years old at a party that I do not want to be at, with people I do not like. Yet, here I am. As I look around I see this place, this toxic space that I need to escape. All of a sudden I start to feel hot and anxious…I need air. I rush past sticky, tanned bodies to the balcony. Everybody is closely touching one another and their rank smell is emitted across the entire room. As I open the door I realise that this is my only escape. Only here outside, alone, do I truly feel like myself. I can breathe without inhaling smoke and the distinct odor of beer and vodka, an unpleasant mixture. Its pure out here, out here my thoughts are free.

I turn to look behind me; I stand alone, the outsider regarding the queer species that I should feel one with. Instead I feel like this complete failure at assimilation with my kind. I am the observer and they are the participants in my study. Those people: drunk, high on every possible substance, not to mention rich and beautiful. In the back room five lines are laid out, in a mere five seconds there is only a faint residue of the evil that lay there. How do I fit in? The simple answer is I don’t.

I was once one of them, I used to belong and I was a constant participator, never an observer. I was constantly mingling, partying, and never had one minute to myself. I fit in perfectly. I used to look forward to these parties; I was the first one on the dance floor, the life of the party. In those days I had a group of people that I considered friends constantly around me, we were inseparable. We knew how to have a good time but those days are gone. Life was simple then, we never felt the pressure. That all changed quickly, we all lost control in the blink of an eye.

I knew things had to change and change fast; otherwise I would no longer be able to save myself from complete anonymity. I would just be another unrecognizable face in the crowd, controlled body and mind. Soulless. All of this is easier said than done, I can vouch for that cliché. Leave the people you know, start anew, this all took effort and was far too difficult.

Games.

2011-09-29T19:36:00.000-07:00

Questionable

2011-09-29T19:34:00.000-07:00

Her pain became too much sometimes that she needed to lock herself away from the worlds for fear of doing something stranger and irrational in public. Oftentimes she on this facade of the perfect, happy-go-lucky girl next door. It was all a lie. She was a brilliant actress. No one suspected a thing. She was perfectly content with her boring life. School, work, home, friend's house, home. School, work, home, friend's house, home. Work, home, club, friend's house, home. Nothing ever changed. She was active. When she was at home she was completely helpless. Hopeless. Dead. She would sit in her bed, curtains drawn, music blasting, thoughts running wild. She had no one to confide in, because she couldn't put what she was feeling into words. Whenever she tried, people shut her down and shut her up. She was fine, they would say. She was just being dramatic. It was just a phase. It wasn't a fucking phase. This was her reality that they were calling a joke. They didn't know what it was like to not want to wake up in the morning. To hate having to fake her delight in seeing people. To force conversation. They were right, some days she was fine. She welcomed these days with open arms. She embraced them. They were rare, like birthdays and Christmas; they only came around once a year. Try as she might, she failed at every attempt to force these one time occurrences into weeks. She thought that if she could pretend to be happy for a week maybe she would actually start to believe it. Then she would sit down for one minute with her thoughts, which is when the darkness engulfed whatever glimmer of hope she had. It consumed her body, mind, and soul. It ate away at her optimism. It made her only think in negative terms. She was a realist. Nothing was ever perfect. That happy couple, full of shit. Those friends, fake. No one was happy. She was normal. Right?

What the hell was wrong with her? How come she could find no answers? Why couldn't she articulate the pain and confusion she felt? She only had questions. An abundance of fucking questions.

The Story of Aria

2011-09-29T19:04:00.000-07:00

When life hands you lemons, sometimes the juice squirts you in the eye and it burns. A cliche to describe the unfortunate life of one Aria Bradley. Aria was an average student, quite pretty, funny, witty, good-natured, and she was liked by many. People wouldn't say that Aria was necessarily unlucky in love, rather that she was infrequent in love. Throughout her teenage years she had one or two boyfriends and three to five flings. None which amounted to anything life altering or heartbreaking. The majority of them merely fizzled or they became awkward enemies or they became the best of friends. The latter being the more common outcome of all her relationships. Aria was simply not adept at the romantic portion of life. To her it was an unknown territory. Boys might as well be speaking Chinese to her when they were flirting. She picked up on nothing, you literally had to plant one giant, sloppy, kiss on her in order for her to begin to comprehend the situation...and even then she might need further convincing. Once in a semi-relationship, further complications would arise, like getting Aria to refrain from running, avoiding, or simply ignoring the situation. To claim that Aria had a commitment phobia was a severe understatement. She made George Clooney look like a hopeless romantic.

Slight Obsession

2011-09-23T10:16:00.000-07:00

I am really quite obsessed with weddings. Few people know this. I love bridal magazines, flower arrangements, wedding gowns, cakes and all the craziness that goes along with the planning! I watch all the wedding shows on TV, one of my favourite being "Four Weddings" I recommend it to you all! I have planned weddings in my head for years...none being my own haha! Sounds a bit crazy but bear with me.

I love planning parties and wish I had the opportunity to throw large scale ones for people. So since I have been applying to jobs, I have decided to apply to wedding planners.

Everyone keep their fingers crossed that someone calls me back :)

photo credit: @krishelmick.com

photo credit: @greatperformances.com

A View To Kill

2011-09-21T12:26:00.000-07:00

I know of one person who is actually reading this blog...even though she should be doing other things! (you know who you are :))

Well the scenery driving into Toronto is beautiful, it is no English countryside mind you. For those of you who know me personally or are intuitive, you will know that I love things that are old. Movies, books, music, etc. One of my favourite things to do is to sit down with a nice cup of tea and watch a period movie or read a classic novel.

I was watching Pride and Prejudice the other day and was thinking how wonderful life would be if when I looked outside my ~~castle~~ window I would see hills and hills of green, wonderful elm trees, lakes, ducks...yes, yes I know this is all here in Canada but the atmosphere is just not the same!

My train of thought is now jumping from scenery to balls. All of these classic novels and movies show these lavish balls, with images of grandeur. You have these wonderful ball gowns, with lace and chiffon, and then you have the men in their top hats and double-breasted waistcoats. Ahhh to live in the 1800s.

This post leaves me with one lasting question:

Mr. Darcy, where are you?

a girl can dream ♥

2011-09-21T11:49:00.000-07:00

I've always wanted a giant library with a sliding ladder (thank you Belle from Beauty and the Beast). Here are three of the coolest libraries:

STOCKHOLM PUBLIC LIBRARY, SWEDEN:

BRITISH MUSEUM LIBRARY, ENGLAND:

RIJKMUSEUM LIBRARY, AMSTERDAM:

to be or not to be, that is the question.

2011-09-21T10:30:00.000-07:00

Internal conflict of the day:

Say there is a human rights issue that cannot be ignored. You believe in supporting and progressing this issue until its is resolved...BUT what if this particular issue is so delicate and controversial that it could potentially harm your chances of employment?

I am not the most heavily active person within this cause, I am what you call the bare minimum. I support it with my mind and heart, discuss it with those around me but I rarely participate in anything too crazy that could potentially get me in trouble.

This makes me feel apathetic and cowardly. How can I say I stand for human rights and justice when I cannot even admit it to others for fear of being dismissed.

But then again I really do need to be employed, I am a ~~fresh~~ not-so-fresh graduate that needs to be paid!! Therefore, maybe I can pursue these issues once I have steady employment. Is this me making up excuses? Letting myself off the hook?

Three hours left till I reach Toronto...more random thoughts to come.

til' death do us part

2011-09-08T22:25:00.000-07:00

She walked in and all he could do was hold his breath and count the steps as they got closer. 1...2...3...he loved the way she moved, her hips gently swaying without her even trying to be seductive..4...5...6...he could smell her perfume. Intoxicating. 7...8...9... They both exhaled. She was playing with the ends of her hair, one of her more endearing nervous qualities. They both smiled and giggled bashfully. She was looking up at him patiently waiting for him to say something. "Beautiful" he said. "What?" she asked puzzled. "You look beautiful." She smiled and looked at her feet. She quickly jerked up and said "Not so bad yourself, you look quite spiffy," she immediately regretted those words. Spiffy??? Who the hell says spiffy anymore? They continued to smile at one another whilst describing the pros and cons of the wedding: gaudy center pieces, good food, pretty large hall, great DJ.

Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get It On' started to play and they both turned to each other and laughed. Together they shared an inexplicable love for this amazing tune. It instantly brought back so many memories for the both of them. He put out his right hand. She gave him hers and they began to dance. At first they kept a distance, then their bodies began to do what they both wanted. Their hips were now touching, his arm shifted to her lower back. He could feel her breath on his neck. Whenever they would face each other it was like electric shocks passing through their whole bodies. They both knew what would happen if they maintained these glances so instead they quickly averted their eyes or turned their faces. Once the song ended she couldn't be around him anymore. He was all she ever wanted.

faro+peniscola+barcelona

2011-08-30T15:49:00.000-07:00

For the month of July I was travelling through Portugal and Spain. I never discussed how amazing my trip was and how much fun I had with the people I love and all the new people I met on my travels.

Sitting on the beach in Faro, Portugal with two of my best friends was probably the one thing I needed the most this summer. Going crazy in Peniscola and Barcelona whilst also relaxing and taking in culture was one of my favourite experiences. I stayed in hostels throughout my time in Spain and I am so grateful for that because I met extremely interesting people from all over the world. Every single one of them had a story that encouraged me to travel and experience life more! Relax and leave all my inhibitions behind me :)

Here are a few photos from my trip.

bored.

2011-08-30T15:40:00.000-07:00

narcissistic?

In Anticipation

2011-08-27T11:37:00.000-07:00

photo credit @Clara Balzary

I cannot waitttttttt
<3

life is a highway..

2011-08-26T17:10:00.000-07:00

I am going to put myself out there and state the obvious. Feminists will hate me. The majority of girls will hate me. Here it is...

Girls are crazy! They are neurotic and confused and complicated and the list goes on and on...

When girls start being interested they start acting nutso. Girls either flaunt their vices or hide it extremely well. We overanalyze texts, body language, sentence structure. It is not healthy!! I have found myself analyzing punctuation...YES I AM ADMITTING TO THIS!

It is not healthy and it is so ridiculous. My question to the world of females is why do we do this? Why do we instantly become freaks when our hearts are involved? When my friends are discussing their neurotic behaviours I sit there and help them realise how crazy they sound. However when it involves me I forget all my advice! I am even aware of it.

Also, do men do this? Do they fix their texts or analyze us..or do they sit there and think nothing of anything? Oblivious to the malfunction we females face.

I have revealed a deep dark secret. Don't judge. Try and move forward. Erase all the crazyyy!

simply. wonderful.

2011-08-08T15:20:00.001-07:00

Preach!

2011-08-08T14:55:00.001-07:00

via http://poccaa.blogspot.com/

2011-08-08T11:17:00.000-07:00

Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!).

But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

via: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/26inxf/www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html

globLove

2011-08-08T08:45:00.000-07:00

www.globlove.com

globLove offers affordable lingerie that is exquisite and has fine details that makes any woman feel beautiful. The intricate lace and whimsical designs would suit any woman of any size and make them look ultra feminine and sexy.

The designer of this unique brand also give 5% of all the sales to FINCA, an organization that offers micro-finance opportunities to women in developing nations. This added quality to the brand enables women to feel empowered and allows women in developing nations to feel the power of freedom and pursue their wants and desires.

Invest in great lingerie and an amazing cause! Shop globLove!!

♥

damn they don't make 'em like this anymore

2011-08-07T12:01:00.000-07:00

From me to you

2011-08-07T11:12:00.000-07:00

You are Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Talented. Loving. Caring. Nurturing. Radiant. Inspiring. Charming. Classy. Graceful. Kind. Hilarious. Enchanting. Loyal. Optimistic. Strong. Determined. Fabulous. Admirable. Lovely. Captivating. Sweet. Endearing. Crazy. Amazing.

You are Special.
Never doubt it.
♥

64-69

2011-08-05T10:13:00.000-07:00

64. Celebrate Carnevale in Brasil.

65. Plan my best friend's wedding ♥

66. Write a good poem. KEY WORD: GOOD!!

67. Experience zero gravity.

68. Go to The Wonderful Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

69. Help someone complete an item/s on their bucket list.

:)

2011-07-31T08:44:00.000-07:00

il tuo sorriso la mia felicita ♥

My Best Friend ♥

2011-07-30T05:23:00.000-07:00

http://gulfnews.com/news/gulf/uae/education/saudi-actress-paves-way-for-women-artists-1.844841

Nostalgia..

2011-07-29T20:12:00.000-07:00

One bed. Nine people. One laptop. Amazing music. Nostalgia.

Lou Bega - Mambo #5

S Club 7 - S Club

B*Witched - C'est la vie

Spice Girls - Wannabe/Spice Up Your Life/Viva Forever

Backstreet Boys - I Want It That Way

Five - When the Lights Go Out/Keep On Movin'

Rusted Root - Send Me On My Way

"Grief is nature's most powerful aphrodisiac."

2011-07-29T18:57:00.000-07:00

62. Inspire someone.

63. Crash a wedding.

Done & Done!

2011-06-23T23:51:00.000-07:00

This past week I have managed to cross two things off my list, one is of great significance and the other is exciting in my personal opinion.

First off, I tried escargot. It tasted like a mushroom and I enjoyed it!
Secondly, I GRADUATED FROM UNIVERSITY!

Wassuppp real world! Here I come!
I have to no become an adult...and take life seriously. This is no time for childish shenanigans...I must find a job and settle my life.

But what I really want is to move to Neverland and live with the Lost Boys and fly around and play games all day.

hm..

57-61

2011-06-16T15:17:00.000-07:00

No I have not forgotten about my list.

57. Adopt a puppy.

58. Put my hand into wet concrete...and make my mark!

59. Ride a mechanical bull.

60. Object at a wedding.

61. Go vegetarian for a year.

♥

2011-06-16T15:00:00.000-07:00

♥ 08.30.11 ♥

when life hands you grenades..

2011-06-16T14:55:00.000-07:00

THROW THEM AND RUN!!

Just avoid all complications. This is what I have decided, no matter how much you want something or how right it feels....if it is complicated....RUN. I don't care if people tell you the complications are worth it...never is. Never. Trust.

2011-06-16T14:54:00.000-07:00

I took a break from technology for a while and have been missing my blog oh so much. I have been working on this new piece of writing and I think I have found the perfect story for my future book! Fingers crossed people!

Graduation is approaching fast...this Monday to be exact and I am having mild panic attacks each day. The ceremony makes it so real it is like a slap in the face. I need to find a job ASAP or else I will be leaving Montreal and moving back to Dubai.

Dubai.....

Do I ever want to return? A while ago I was ready to go home I missed it way too much, but now that the time has come to choose I don't think I can go back just yet. I am not ready to leave Montreal, my family, my friends, my life...

Will I ever get a job? Will it be some crap menial work that I will most likely hate?

Answers to arrive shortly...

Universe 1 - Natasha 0

2011-04-27T20:28:00.000-07:00

So apparently it is ok for the universe to screw with me. I would like to know why there are certain people out there who intentionally do things to irritate you to the point where you must blog about it. What is worse is those who unintentionally irritate you...those people....those people!!

If I had one wish it would be for the whole world to say exactly what they are feeling when they are feeling it. Would that not make our lives simpler? Also, do what you truly want to do...do not hold back in case someone else is judging or watching. Who cares?! I sure as hell don't.

For all of those people who go out of their way to mess you up. Do not be so cowardly. Own up. Patronizing losers.

That is my vent for the day.
Thank you.

You're My Soulmate, I Am Sure Of It

2011-04-10T18:18:00.000-07:00

2011-04-10T08:39:00.000-07:00

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Twelfth Night (1.1.1-3)

Skinny Love

2011-04-03T18:20:00.000-07:00

Bon Iver has stolen my heart and soul many times with their beautiful songs. This cover is equally as beautiful.

p.s. Birdy is fourteen. Jus' sayin'.

sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead...

2011-04-02T19:43:00.000-07:00

"I heard that your dreams came true, guess she gave you things I didn't give to you. Old friend why are you so shy? It ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light. I hate to turn up out the blue uninvited but I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it, I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over. Nevermind I'll find someone like you, I wish nothing but the best for you, too, don't forget me, I beg..."

- Adele ♥

(One of the most honest, raw, and stunning songs I have heard in a long, long time).

# 56

2011-04-01T12:47:00.001-07:00

56. See the Red Hot Chili Peppers in concert.

2011-03-31T19:52:00.001-07:00

"They had spoken like old friends catching up after a short while; in reality they were complete strangers. Fair enough they had been in class together for a whole semester, but neither one ever acknowledged the other until now. He was telling her about his family background and all she could do was focus on his perfectly shaped lips, his warm, brown eyes, his amazing smile, and numerous other things that left her enamoured. After a while they realised a whole hour had passed and neither had made a movement to leave, she decided that it was time. The least she could do was pretend to have some faint form of a life. As soon as they waved goodbye she realised that she did not even know his name. Who was he? Who was this amazingly sweet, witty, clever, handsome stranger? Her mind kept racing through a million scenarios in which they would meet again. It would be straight out of a classic 80s/90s film. They had kismet."

D&K&L

2011-03-31T10:39:00.000-07:00

I have been truly missing my three best friends more than anything these past couple of weeks. There is nothing I want more than for us to be together again.

I love you guys.
♥

p.s. my sappy-ness arises from looking through old photos. nostalgia is a bitch.

I Am Dumbo.

2011-03-30T20:13:00.000-07:00

I am so dumb. Without even knowing it...I crossed #41 off of my list.

I visited Abbey Road Studios. YAYYYYY!!

Me signing the wall. :)

53-55

2011-03-30T19:54:00.000-07:00

53. Get a job.

54. Go to Nepal.

55. Go to an ashram with my best friend.

Tattoo DECIDED.

2011-03-30T13:05:00.000-07:00

Amor fati.

Love of fate.

Hence my destiny question. I have always believed everything happens for a reason and due to my impending doom (graduation), I have taken up this motto with more force.

This is my form of life's procrastination...if I keep this motto I do not actually need to really do anything. Fate has it all planned out.

♥

p.s. thank you George Oppen and Friedrich Nietzsche

Kings In Their Own Right

2011-03-30T10:37:00.000-07:00

This blog has seemed to transform into a site that puts all it's efforts into promoting new musicians...that happen to be my friends.

It sucks that I have so many talented people in my life :)
Anyways here are some awesome songs by King Tut (~~Alessandro~~ Zook Zuccaro and Mario Telaro). Check them out..

Spread the word.
♥

Question of the Day:

2011-03-29T19:23:00.001-07:00

Do you believe in destiny?

♥

Spring is upon us..

2011-03-19T22:10:00.000-07:00

As the season is changing so is life (horrible/cliche metaphor?). The end of my undergraduate education is ending and I am slowly becoming more and more anxious. All I can think about is how I do not know anything that is coming my way. My world is changing and the world around me is changing drastically. The Middle East has become a mixing pot of revolutions and crackdowns, with no idea how the future will look like I am finding my future presence there less of a possibility. What will I do without school to attend? Where will I apply to? Who will hire me? Do I have to make new friends all over again?

Slowly but surely the people in my life are disappearing, people are graduating, finding jobs, moving, moving on...where does this leave me?

I've realised that I have become more independent in this change, due to this change. However I am unsure of whether or not my mind can take this anymore. These changes are bringing about mental turmoil, I am becoming an emotional wreck...this is something that I despise.

I see people chasing and achieving their dreams, how do they overcome all of this? Is life as easy as they make it seem? I can only wonder...

I suppose I have to do what mother always told me: "one step at a time" which is problematic seeing as I am constantly imagining all of my possibilities and wondering...always wondering....

I Am Praying For Bahrain ♥

2011-03-16T12:00:00.001-07:00

As little media coverage as there is, the tragedy in Bahrain is still very real. I hope that the Bahrainis can unite as a people, rather than remain divided. You are only destroying your own land, you are not helping it prosper. Violence is never the answer.

A wonderful video from wonderful people.
UNITE BAHRAIN.

Jet-lagged...

2011-03-01T02:06:00.000-08:00

As I sit in my bed half lucid I realise how much I miss blogging. I haven't had the time to even post songs or random videos. I have been working on another blog for a class and I have even slacked there. I feel like life is taking over and not in a good way. I will now make a conscious effort to upkeep this beautiful forum for expression. For anyone that is actually reading this I value your constant support :)

The past couple of months have been a complete whirlwind. Expect the unexpected. That is what I will believe in for the rest of my life. Nothing you ever plan for works out exactly the way you want and when you least expect things they do actually happen! It is crazy. I used to tell everyone to keep their nonsense to themselves..but sadly I was proven wrong.

Having just arrived back from London all that is on my mind is the wonderful people I met there and the amazing times that I had. London had this natural charm to it and it has this uncanny way of capturing your heart. I would give my left leg to go back.

I am inspired now and I have London to thank for that. London and all that it had to offer, the wonderful people I had the pleasure of meeting in Flat 129 and the old friends I got to see again. I can thank the Tate, Embankment, The Globe Theatre, and the list goes on.

I hope these inspirations continue for a while and perhaps there will be a whole new chapter to my book.

Possibilities for my tattoo...

2011-01-11T21:48:00.000-08:00

The majority of my friends do not believe that it will happen..but it will!

I have so many different ideas that I still cannot decide...

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
We shall get there some day. (Winnie the Pooh...so wise :))
Words, my refuge.
An imagination must run wild to fill the pages of an open book.
Another idea was suggested by a friend to get a tattoo of the word "words" in Arabic. I had originally decided on English, however it would look nice..another option would be Italian..
Then there is of course the quill --- my original.

OMG NEVERENDING. I SHALL STOP THERE.

Don't Forget

2011-01-11T21:09:00.001-08:00

It has been a year.
Remember those that suffered in Haiti.
Remember those that are still suffering.
Never forget.

♥

♥

2011-01-08T23:19:00.000-08:00

I have been recently surrounded by what I am assuming is "love". This unknown that constantly infects my life. Everywhere I turn people are 'in it' or talking about it or desiring it, I have no clue how to wrap my head around it. I sit there and sometimes actually convince myself that I want this so called love, however when I weigh my options I think that I am much better off being loved by many and loving very few.

I see people in "love" do the most ridiculous things, just like the old cliche goes: people do crazy things when they are in love. This cannot be more true. People act out in the most erratic manner, they do things they would normally not do, they say things they would normally not say. People do the strangest things to grab the attention of a person they love...embarrassing things even. It does not matter, it is all in the name of love. That is what supposedly makes it ok.

My manager asked me whether I want to get married or not. My friend immediately answered yes, she wants the white-picket fence and all that comes with it. She is the next Martha Stewart. She loves the idea of a fairytale romance and the happy ending. When the question was first posed I actually had to think about it. There was no instant YES! nor was there an instant NO! There was really...not much.

I want to believe in the idea of love. Maybe somewhere deep down inside I hope for it. As of right now I do not quite understand it. It boggles the mind.

Maybe if I met a contemporary Humphrey Bogart, Fred Astaire, or George Peppard. Maybe then I'd believe in love, maybe then I wouldn't have to question. I would simply understand that this was my happily ever after.

I've Been Bad...

2011-01-08T23:03:00.000-08:00

(no recent updates...sorry!)

Scott Schumann is a wonderful photographer who really brings out distinct emotions through his photographs. His blog is really one of my all time favourite blogs and I never go a day without checking it. His photographs are captivating and telling and that is why this mini-documentary is amazing. It lets me finally see how he goes about taking these photos and the reactions of the people he photographs. It's worth watching:

Princess Boy

2011-01-03T11:26:00.000-08:00

I was just watching a video about this five year old boy who likes to dress in dresses and pink. He calls himself "Princess Boy". He is truly a wonderful kid, so cute and has a deep knowledge of understanding and acceptance, the parents of this little boy are also inspirational for their acceptance towards their son. They never tried to make him more of a boy, they just let him be.

Now they are becoming more visible in the media telling their story for the sake of raising awareness and acceptance. I think that in this day and age that is necessary with all the suicides that are sparked from bullying and such. However I find it really hard to accept the fact that they are also exploiting a little child, a child that has yet to grow and develop fully. This should be a child's private experience, not that he shouldn't dress however he wants in public, but he shouldn't be splashed over magazines and news stories. I feel divided on the issue: is it necessary to publicize a child's story to garner change and acceptance? Or can it be seen as an exploitative situation?

T'is the Season

2010-12-20T23:06:00.000-08:00

Winter is officially upon us and with this comes Christmas. Everything is so beautiful and charming, it really is the most wonderful time of the year!

In honour of the season I will post my Top 10 Christmas songs:

Baby It's Cold Outside
All I Want For Christmas Is You
Sleigh Ride
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
Last Christmas
White Christmas
You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch
Jingle Bell Rock
Let It Snow
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

One of the best duets:

2010-12-17T21:51:00.000-08:00

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die.

Where you invest your love, you invest your life.

- Mumford and Sons - "Awake My Soul"

Finally.

2010-12-17T21:45:00.000-08:00

Finally finals are over. Nothing excites me more than the thought of enjoying hot chocolate, Christmas movies, and quality family time. Christmas has officially taken over my life, I find myself either singing or humming Christmas carols. The likes of Baby It's Cold Outside and Jingle Bell Rock have irritated my coworkers, family members, and friends enough.

I have recently went through all my Christmas list and have successfully accomplished the majority save one or two. When it comes to my family there is no element of surprise upon gift giving...we all just demand, demand, demand! When it got to my turn I drew a complete blank!! What do I want for Christmas?!

With only a few days left...a little help...maybe!

p.s. I know Christmas is not only about the material. I love the gift of giving! :)

Goldie Hawn

2010-12-04T23:17:00.000-08:00

One of the most underrated comedians of our time... Goldie Hawn.

This woman is hilarious and cute as a button! I remember watching all her movies growing up and being so entertained, she really is hilarious. I was just re-watching one of my favourite clips of her and another legend: Mr. Dean Martin...I had to post it. Classic, vintage, humour.

p.s. Goldie seems a little under the influence..still hilarious

Dedication..

2010-12-04T10:22:00.000-08:00

The video I recently posted below really shows me how dedicated one human being can be to another. I know that there are extremely special, albeit few, people in my life that I would do this for. However, every single one of them is well worth it. Whether it be a friend, family member, or lover, those people that are close to you must always be aware of how dedicated you are to them. This might sound cheesy or corny but we all want to love and be loved. It doesn't necessarily need to be exhibited through words, but little actions can do the job.

That video was a romantic gesture from one guy to one girl, but it goes deeper than that. That video is for anyone and everyone.

Let those special people in your life know that you are there and always will be.

There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved.
- Charles Morgan

Blog2Follow

2010-12-04T10:04:00.000-08:00

I feel like lately my blog has become a forum for me to plug all my friends. However, they are all very deserving, my latest additions are D&Z. They come to you with a fantastic food blog, based in Montreal, that gives detailed insight on the best and, unfortunately, worst places to eat.

Their blog is extremely interactive asking all their loyal readers to participate in competitions and to suggest monthly food themes, etc. If you want to know if a place is good..suggest it to them, they will go and let you know. Their descriptions of each meal allows the reader to feel as if they experienced everything with them, and depending on their rating, they make me want to eat everything they have! Best part....PHOTOS!

It is a must see, especially if you are in Montreal!

Link: http://2thpick.wordpress.com/

Something We All Hope For..

2010-12-03T21:22:00.001-08:00

I hope this gets to you...

New Segment on the Blog

2010-11-26T16:18:00.000-08:00

My Life Is Pathetic = MLIP

It will consist of humorous outtakes from my life :)
It is dedicated to my dear friend H.M.

So for today's post:

Today I walked into glass. My life is pathetic.

Harry Potter ♥

2010-11-20T06:53:00.000-08:00

I do not care what people say Harry Potter is one of the greatest series ever written and the movies are wildly fascinating!

I saw Part 1 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows last night and was beyond impressed! Everything was perfect! Even when they had one awkward moment (those who have seen it will understand what I mean...hopefully) it did not matter because the goodness overcame the tiny amount of badness (eloquent sentence...)

Anyways the point of this post is to vent all my excitement from the screening last night. I have very few words to describe how good it was last night...BEYOND!

But I must warn you all...this is no regular Harry Potter movie, there is more darkness in this one than in any other book and they managed to portray that on screen in the most magnificent way. Me and my two friends were tense throughout, even when we knew the outcome. It was heavy, but wondefully heavy...if that makes any sense.

Anyways I realise that this post must be extremely boring for all of you and that I am not making much sense.
Forgive me I am sick and exhausted at work. Not to mention bored.

Hope you all have a magical day!

Freedom

2010-11-14T08:56:00.000-08:00

One of the most prominent human right activists was freed yesterday and the whole world is rejoicing. She is known for her non-violent means of opposition and is a hero to the people of Burma.

Aung San Suu Kyi of Burma has been under house arrest for most of the past two decades. Under the regime the Burmese people have greatly suffered and it was Suu Kyi who fought for justice and rights for the people. Let us hope they don't find some other accusation to place her under arrest again!

So happy she was released and still in shock!

An Old Friend

2010-11-14T08:48:00.000-08:00

This is beyond amazing. My all-time favourite characters are coming back to life in this new film adaptation of Winnie The Pooh!!!!!

Here is the new trailer...get excited!

Old School Tunes

2010-11-13T14:49:00.000-08:00

Niche? Niche? Are you out there?

2010-11-12T10:19:00.000-08:00

What do you have to do to find your niche? People around me are always finding their place in the world. They are finding out exactly where they belong and then there is me...completely and utterly lost.

I am graduating in a semester and the big decisions in life are hitting me and they are hitting me hard! Where will I be in a year, working or doing my masters? I am currently looking for jobs and am becoming increasingly confused. Is publishing really what I want to do? Am I good enough writer to dream that one day I will complete my book and get it published? Should I be leaning more towrds my political science background and work with NPO's or NGO's? Help society or head on into the corporate world?

No one can help me answer these questions but it would be comforting to know that others are feeling the same way.

Other than that I guess I will continue on my never ending adventure to find my place in the world.

Have a good day :)

Questions..

2010-11-11T17:54:00.000-08:00

Why do people find it necessary to wear clothes 4 sizes too small? Muffins are delicious, but muffin tops make me want to vomit.
Why do pigeons exist? What is their purpose?
Does Ke$ha shower in glitter? -- follow up question: does she really brush her teeth with a bottle of Jack?
Who gave Weezy the power to make it rain?
Why was Simon Cowell blessed with bigger boobs than me?
Who still listens to Nickelback?
When you sit in a movie theatre, which arm rest is yours?
Why does everything taste better when it is miniature?
Why does Facebook insist on becoming creepier and creepier? (I am well aware of all my friendships, I really do not need to "see" them and have the rest of the world "see" them. Thanks.)
If dog's are mans best friend...then who are women's?

A Long Time Coming

2010-11-09T22:27:00.000-08:00

http://www.myspace.com/majidmaskati

I have been meaning to post about my good friend Majid Al Maskati and his music. He is extremely talented and I am not just saying that because we are old friends.

Well I have now posted his Myspace link above.

His music is perfect for chilling, it is extremely mellow, soulful, and will have you reminiscing about the summer.

You can also like his Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Majid-Al-Maskati/111226078916974

Must Have: Fendi Peek-a-boo

2010-11-05T20:43:00.000-07:00

photo courtesy of: bagcraze.blogspot.com

2010-11-02T06:42:00.000-07:00

Why do they keep telling me that through these experiences you'll learn?! Throughout all my experiences I find that I have yet to actually learn my lesson.

This is clearly a lie to make me feel better about a really unfortunate situation. I will still obsess, I will still lie, I will still procrastinate, I will continue to make mistakes in which I knew better, etc, etc, etc,...when will I learn?

When do these experiences wake you up to the cold, harsh reality that is life?

Shouldn't the constant torture of the next day, when the reality of the situation comes at you like a nice slap to the face, make me refrain from going down the same path?

Guess not...

p.s. dear life, please don't hurt tomorrow.

Can't Stop Listening To: Ray LaMontagne

2010-11-02T06:38:00.000-07:00

2010-11-02T06:33:00.000-07:00

Harvey Milk.
A name familiar to many due to the massive success of the Gus Van Sant movie: MILK.

Having just read an amazing biography: The Mayor of Castro Street: The Life and Times of Harvey Milk by Randy Shilts, I now know far more than the movie Milk would have ever told me.

Don't get me wrong I love that movie, possibly one of my favourite contemporary films, but I think it is fair to say it skips a massive portion of his life.

Did any of you know that Harvey Milk was closeted for the majority of his life. He led two separate lives, one where he was this funny, quirky businessman and the other where he was a passionate lover of the same sex.

His story is fantastic and the way Randy Shilts wrote about him was extremely compelling. There is a mix of journalism with great literature. It also helps that Harvey Milk was quite the character full of hilarious comments that will entertain you throughout the book.

Harvey Milk was active in the 1970s and pushed for change and hope. In our world now, we need to look at the idea that Harvey Milk tried to inspire in us. The idea of hope. The idea that through hope, change is possible.

We also have to come to realise that we are all the same, with minor differences and none of these differences should be highlighted for means of neglect or discrimination.

I would like to see our worldview change on gay rights in the near future.
We need to stop taking steps back and start moving forward.

David: The Movie

2010-10-28T17:53:00.000-07:00

My best friend has just completed a new film that is in post-production now. They are sending the film to Cannes, Sundance, and other festivals and hopefully they will get distribution! Being an indie film it is quite difficult to get financial support so they have started a Facebook fan page and are trying to get as many people to like it. The trailer is available on the page...

Here is the link:
http://www.facebook.com/davidthemovie?ref=mf

Please like the page and watch the trailer!
It looks amazing!!

CLICK THE LINK!! LIKE THE PAGE!!

The Brilliance of Danielle Assadourian

2010-10-26T20:03:00.000-07:00

For some reason I am blessed with talented friends...

Here are some of Danielle's paintings:

Thoughts...

2010-10-26T19:57:00.001-07:00

Do you like the new layout?

Let me know your thoughts...

Thanks!

MY ANGEL!

2010-10-26T19:56:00.001-07:00

A GIANT THANK YOU TO DANIELLE ASSADOURIAN FOR MAKING OVER MY BLOG!

Love you mon artiste!!

SITE UNDER CONSTRUCTION

2010-10-26T18:28:00.001-07:00

PLEASE IGNORE ALL THE CHANGES AND RANDOMNESS OCCURRING ON THE BLOG. THIS BLOG IS CURRENTLY UNDERGOING A MAKEOVER.

Music

2010-10-25T10:19:00.000-07:00

As I sat listening to my friends discuss the power of music I couldn't help but think of all the songs that made me feel emotional or the songs that evoked different memories. I compiled a whole playlist of happy, sad, angry, etc songs

Never Say Never - The Fray
Magic - B.o.B ft. Rivers Cuomo
Walking on a Dream - Empire of the Sun
Sunday Morning - Maroon 5
Green Eyes - Coldplay
Cobrastyle - Robyn
Juicy - Biggie Smalls
Kids - MGMT
Are You In? - Incubus
I Need A Dollar - Aloe Blacc
Diva - Beyonce
Starry Eyed - Elie Goulding
Dog Days Are Over - Florence and the Machine
Be Ok - Ingrid Michaelson
Wonderful World - James Morrison
Get Low - Lil Jon
Cold Desert - Kings of Leon
Notion - Kings of Leon
Tik Tok - Ke$ha
Paper Planes - M.I.A
Deuces (Remix) - Chris Brown, Drake, Kanye West, Andre 3000
Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry
Home - Michael Buble
Wonderwall - Oasis
Flowers - Sweet Female Attitude
Party in the USA - Miley Cyrus
Opposite of Adults - Chiddy Bang
Send Me On My Way - Rusted Root
Mr. Carter - Lil Wayne & Jay Z
Untouched - The Veronicas

Halloween

2010-10-22T21:12:00.000-07:00

Halloween is approaching and it is possibly my favourite holiday!
People my age do not get the same enjoyment out of Halloween as they did when they were kids, but I still do!

I love dressing up and there is something so amusing about seeing what others have chosen.
My only problem with Halloween is how people take it as an excuse to ~~dress~~ not put any clothes on whatsoever!

The whole point is to dress scary or funny or absolutely crazy...not like some two dollar hooker.
I understand that guys enjoy the sight of your ass and cellulite at all times, however I do not.

Thankksssssss

The Stuff They Forgot To Tell Us...

2010-10-19T09:43:00.000-07:00

There was a little girl who always demanded fairytales before bedtime...and this is what they forgot to tell her....

Once upon a time...

There was a beautiful princess whose skin was flawless, her figure near perfection, and her hair lustrous and long...very, very long. This princess was destined to marry an evil prince whom she despised with her whole existence. Her father locked her in a high tower until she agreed to the matrimony. The princess was in love with one of the knights. This knight was "good and honest"...and extremely handsome. The fairytales usually skipped to the part where the knight saves the princess from the evil prince and they live happily ever after.

Well the real story goes like this. After the knight and princess establish their love for one another, the knight decides to leave her in her tower for a couple of nights...or months. She waits patiently for the man of her dreams whilst he is out with his fellow knights drinking ale at the pub and courting other common females. He would pull on the fair princess' hair late in the evening and beg to be let up. Typical. Drunk and belligerent and demanding face time with the only girl that cares for him. When she refused because of her anger and jealousy, he would recite poetry and tell her how much he loved her. She would eventually let him up. Every night the same routine would occur and every night she would forgive him. He continuously cheated on her and ran back to her when he had nothing else to do.

Eventually when he decided he needed to shape up, be a man, and settle down, he ran back to the princess, freed her from her castle and married her. He faked the first 5 years of marriage, the two kids, and their happiness.

And they lived sexlessly ever after.

The End.

It Gets Better

2010-10-05T23:55:00.000-07:00

The news has been devastating lately due to the increasing number in teen, gay/lesbian/bi suicides.
I understand if you do not agree on a person's so-called 'choice' to be gay, lesbian, bi, or transgendered but that gives you no right to attack them for it. These poor children are killing themselves due to the lack of compassion from their peers and society. I have been watching numerous of videos on the matter and heard something extremely important: it is not only the bullies that need to be educated, it is also their parents, their societies that need to change.

These bullies are products of their environment and have chosen to lash out with hatred.
No one should have to go through any form of bullying whatsoever. My main concern is that laws have not been implemented to product sexuality and school rules have not been altered to protect these teens from being abused. Blood is on everyone's hands, not just the bullies.

To all the gay, lesbian, bi, transgendered people out there...It gets better!
There are so many people out there who support you and will love you regardless of your orientation, you deserve to be treated as an equal...you are human. You will be accepted. Persevere... and it will get better.

Take a deep breath. Go for it.

2010-09-20T22:56:00.000-07:00

Sometimes life thrusts certain opportunities at you and the outcome relies solely on the decisions you make. It is in these circumstances where I do not believe in that whatever happens is supposed to happen. I believe that we make that certain thing that we want happen. Sometimes you need to take that leap, accept that their is a risk that you might get hurt, embarrassed, rejected, knocked down, etc. The rush lies within the decision and action to get what you want. Everything that is worth fighting for has to have some emotional consequence whether it be a emotional high or an emotional low. If there wasn't any distinct and strong feeling it wouldn't be considered so important.

We always have to tell ourselves to just leap into the unknown. No regrets.

A Dear Friend.

2010-09-20T22:46:00.000-07:00

The bassist is my buddy. This song is legit.
Support the Bobby Bazini band :). Too good.