The clouds above opened up and let it out

I don't know what it is about the winter months, but I always find myself drenched in Death Cab. For the past two weeks, almost every single night I've fallen asleep to the sweet (arguably depressing) melodies of this amazing band and the sensitive heart-broken voice of Ben Gibbard. Whoever broke his heart is a bitch, but thanks to her came the soundtracks to many of our lives (p.s. - I heard he's engaged to Zooey Dechanel now). I mean it's everything about these songs, not just the melodies that are so haunting and replay themselves in my mind when I least expect them to, but the lyrics seem to capture the words that I so often feel but could never find for my life. I love this band so much. How I wish they would play in Calgary...I mean they did mention "Calgary" in the song "I Will Follow You Into The Dark," so it's not like they don't know that we exist!

Lately, I've been listening to Transatlanticism non-stop. Regardless of the fact that this song nears 8 minutes, I can't seem to change the song. I'm obsessed with the hint of train-track sounds in the background, it goes so beautifully with the song. It sounds lame, but sometimes I get shivers when these words are sung:

"I need you so much closer.

I need you so much closer.

I need you so much closer.

I need you so much closer.

I need you so much closer.

I need you so much closer.

I need you so much closer.

I need you so much closer."

You don't need to have an ocean between two people for them to be distant from one another. It's sad really, but I can completely relate to this song.

On a happier note, I caught up with an old friend yesterday and we had ourselves a nice dinner but there was definitely more talking than there was eating. We ended up staying for 3 hours even though we "finished" our meals about an hour in. I ended up having to pack up basically half if not more of my meal home since I was too preoccupied with our conversation. I don't know what it is about her, but ever since I met her I've always found that she was so easy to talk to, and to open up with. We've been through a lot together, and we've literally grown up together. This is the same person that I used to play Tag with everyday at recess, go bike riding with after school and throughout the summer, ring door-to-door with offering our leaf-raking services for change, and go sledding with in the winter. Actually, we went sledding last winter for old time's sake, and being in-coincidentally sentimental, we both ended up bringing our old sleds from when we were kids to use. And surprise, of course we (I) didn't fit in them! So trying to sled down a hill with a sled that's obviously too small for you resulted in multiple wipe-outs that were not so fun as they were painful and bruise-inducing. I don't think we'll be sledding again this year haha. But being able to catch up with her last night was more than satisfying. Even though I don't see her as often as I would like, I can always expect a call from her on new years eve (day) a few minutes after midnight and a call on my birthday no matter where she is. It's these little things that mean so much to me, more than I could ever even begin to tell her. Whether it be childhood best friend, current best friend, or future best friend, she'll always be the best friend. Since 3rd grade and counting!

Love you lots, Feryaal.

Don't we look dashing?

I'm starting to feel like a Dungeon Dragon

Tonight marks the the first Saturday in a long time where I don't find myself slaving away at the threatening hands of some 500 page textbook. The only bitch I am now, is a FREE one! (Yes, it's been probably well over a year since Gaga's "Bad Romance", yet I still find myself using the term "free bitch" where and whenever possible.)

Needless to say, this new-found freedom is due to the completion of my final exams (as of Friday, the 17th, at precisely 9:07am) and the conclusion of another Fall semester at the U. This semester was one of the toughest ones I've had so far, and I don't know if it's due to the seemingly increasing difficulty of these courses, or merely the fact that I'm slowly losing my academic marbles. It's likely the latter, but for my ego's sake, I'll assume the former. Regardless, in the words of Lady Macbeth, "What's done, is done."

So what's next? I don't know. I'll definitely have to find ways to keep myself occupied during this break - more specifically, keep myself AMUSED. I have a tendency to feel extra Billy Bitter or Donnie Downer when I'm bored. I just always have this insatiable thirst for thrill. And let me tell you through experience (aka the past summer), it is not an easy fix. But I'm hoping to spend the break with my friends doing only what we know how to do best, and that's shop, eat, and drink. I swear if these activities were equivalent to sex (very debatable), I'd be such a f*cking whore. Haha.

Here's to good times, and a well deserved break.

Reminder to Self: To live doesn't mean you're alive.

Side note: I have boarded the NICKI MINAJ crazy train. This girl is ridiculous. Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for....aahhhh she's a motherfuckin' monster. SO Into it.

take me over, now take me out.

Due to my decision to temporarily deactivate Facebook and go on a indefinite hiatus from Twitter (aka I logged out) as of last Saturday night, I must now blog to compensate for my lack of involvement on the interwebs. I know it's still early in my sudden withdrawal from these social networks, but surprisingly enough, I don't miss them too much - if at all. Ok fine, I admit that I do miss making my routine tweets every couple of hours throughout the day. But as far as Facebook goes, I haven't really thought about it (until now I guess). I mean when I'm on Facebook, all I ever do is cyber-creep my "friends" pages anyways. That's not exactly what I would call "staying connected" as it is more just plain damn nosey! Besides, I need not to be concerned with anyone else's business but my own especially now more than ever, with final exams forcing themselves onto us like date rape. Exams of course, being the underlying reason for my graceful exit from these social networks. The theory is that I'll be able to concentrate better and be more productive with my time if I wasn't spending it "liking" so-and-so's status or reading what current contest Whitney Port is tweeting about.

The next several weeks are not going to be my cup of tea, but I'm doing (trying) this thing where I complain less and just deal with it. Lately, the "dealing with it" approach has proven to be quite powerful, and I'm not talking just about school. I often wonder why I find myself in these sticky situations, but then I realize that I have no one to blame but myself. I'm responsible. Therefore, I need to make better decisions. I need to stop doing this to myself. I mean self-destruction is all artsy-tortured-soul and cool or whatever, but enough is enough. I think I deserve better. And the truth of the matter is, I always knew. I knew it wouldn't have worked out. I knew there was never really anything there, yet I pursued it none the less. It's fair to say that my curiosity and plain BOREDOM gets me into trouble sometimes (a lot of times). Oh well, lessons were hopefully learned, and life moves on. It wasn't you, it was just the idea of it, and that's all. So getting back to the point, I'm dealing with it.

On the brights, once hell week is over, I shall shop myself silly as I always do, and spend time with my favourite friends (yes, favouritism). Coffee-dates, dinners, and mini road-trips, not tomention Christmas and New Years oh my! They are my most loved.

Wow, wait. Did I just make an ACTUAL blog entry? Ridiculous.

p.s.- I have completely fallen in love all over again with Blair Waldorf. Seriously, we all need a Blair in our lives. That bitch can do anything! And all while wearing Louboutins and carrying a Chanel bag. Not to mention she has such a witty sense of humour. No matter what happens in England, my queen will ALWAYS be B.

come around and say you love me.

hang your heart in lights above me.

is that too much to ask for?

how i love to give in

"Sickness was fixing me some.

Coughed out my heart in the last stall.

Now that the damage is done.

I never miss it at all."

Skinny Bitch

So naturally, I'm into it.

The new 11.6inch macbook air is 2.3lbs of perfection.

"I can't get better if I'm not sick."

alright, looks like we're going to play "pretend" - which is fine by me because you know i'm really good at that.

More S/S 2011 Highlights...

Three words: Dries. Van. Noten. (S/S 2011)

Oh Nicolas Ghesquiere, so talented you are. Much love for this collection (Balenciaga S/S 2011)

All images from style.com

S/S 2011 Highlights

In no particular order, here are just a few looks that tickle my fashion bone. (i.e. all my bones)

L.A.M.B.

Jason Wu

Alexander Wang

Marc by Marc Jacobs

Jil Sander

Band of Outsiders

DSquared2

Prada

This shit is BANANAS.

non semper erit aestas

another summer has come and gone, and so life resumes...

Cute.

(You are granted permission to pause my EAR CANDY in order to watch and enjoy this simple animation of one of my most loved songs ever.)

i just don't know anymore.

"what it is and where it stops nobody knows

you gave me a life i never chose

i wanna leave but the world won't let me go"

"You were what I wanted.

I gave what I gave.

I'm not sorry I met you.

I'm not sorry it's over.

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save."

07/22/10 CFF...one for the books

over it. relieved. on to the next.
i told her. it went well. she's amazing.
i still have to tell them. nervous.
spontaneous roadtrip yesterday. i really needed that. grateful for you.
stars. tonight. ahh!
life is manageable right now. dare i say even good? hmm.

this cover is kind of amazing.

This is how I feel sometimes. Gutted. (yet still editorial and edgy)

Maybe it's the inner redneck in me talking, but I loooove Stampede season in Calgary. Last year I even embraced my inner cowboy and wore a plaid shirt. Okay, well I wear plaid all year round, but I felt especially festive wearing plaid to the stampede. It's like wearing animal print when visiting the zoo. That's the best comparison I could come up with haha.

The Stampede has become quite the tradition for myself and my friends, Janny and Lan. We've gone together every year since high school and we ALWAYS begin our ride-frenzy by going on the Polar Express. It's a must - just like eating mini donuts and getting Lemon Heaven lemonade. I'm thrilled to continue our tradition this year with these two next Friday, and on top of that, my other two good friends Avneet and Gagan will be coming along with us!
Stampede + summer weather + good company = Time. Of. My. Life.

As far as what to wear to the Stampede this year, two words: Denim. Shirt. (Well technically my shirt's made of linen, but it looks like denim) Especially with sea of denim on the runways lately, you can bet I will definitely be taking this trend to heart and denim-ing it up. I'm also thinking about sporting a red paisely hankerchief or possibly a bolo bowtie....or a red paisely printed bowtie! Just kidding. I assure you a denim shirt and likely a hankerchief is as western wear as I will get - no cowboy hats or fringe for me. I do secretly want to wear cowboys boots though, but I would never actually buy a pair.

I wish other things in my life were as easily prepared for and planned as my trip to the Stampede. I don't really know how I feel about things at the moment. I keep telling myself that "I'll see how things go" but things aren't really going. Well at least they aren't going at the pace that I would want them to go. It's complicated.

Whoa. Reading what I just typed in the last paragraph was total deja vu. Strange.

Where can a guy find a pair of gladiators in Calgary?! I want a pair so desperately. I mean technically shouldn't gladiator sandals be just as common in menswear as is in womens, if not more? (Remember that little movie in 2000 called "Gladiator", starring Russell Crowe?) Besides, I think gladiators are one of the more masculine-looking shoes out there. I think for the longest time in fashion, sandals for men were a rare breed, or on the brink of extinction. I mean the only "sandals" for men that come to mind are flip flops (which by the way I find painfully uncomfortable), and those tacky sandals with the velcro straps (yeah, no thanks.) It's about time that NICE sandals are brought back to the runways for MEN. I have the right, just as much as any woman to wear sandals and be damn proud of it! And this is why I want a pair of gladiator sandals so bad...because they are finally ACCEPTABLE in society! Well maybe not society per se, but acceptable in the fashion world, and that's basically all I care about.
(The above picture are the gladiators from Givenchy's Spring 2010 collection as phtographed by Tommy Ton of jakandjil.com)

Spring 2011 Burberry Prorsum

Just when I thought I had given up trying to look for the perfect leather jacket, this happens. Now owning one is a vital need! The search continues. Christopher Bailey, your collection gives me chilllssss.

done:

–adjective
1. completed; finished; through.

2. worn out; exhausted; used up.

Done with spring semester. Organic chemistry, you can kiss my boney ass :)

Done feeling sorry for myself. Pity parades for one are no fun. I don't recommend.

Done making things a larger ordeal than it really is. Done arguing with you. I'm trying.

As for you, I'm done waiting.

Done thinking about you.

Done wanting to text you.

If there was ever anything there, well it's walking on thin ice.

It's close to being over, just like The Hills. Yes, I just made reference to The Hills in a simile.

All in all, I'm done with the bad, and looking forward to actually enjoying my well-deserved summer. Is that too much to ask for? I think not.

They say bad habits die hard, but I think I just might have killed all of mine - well maybe not all, but definitely the ones I needed to rid of the most. So take that.

MANDALS

Studded gladiators for MEN?! Yes please!

These ones from Givenchy's S/S 2010 collection are to die for.

In the words of Rachel Zoe, "I DIE."

Photo from JakandJil.com

Courtship Dating

My current infatuation: Crystal Castles. I'm not usually into electronica, and I mean I enjoy a good MSTRKRFT remix every now and then but that's about it. But there's something about this "experimental electronic" duo from Ontario. I'm loving their sound. I think their music would be so much fun to dance to when slightly intoxicated.

"Live through this and you won't look back."

MAC GOES GAGA IN TOKYO

She is a genius when it comes to performance art. She really knows how to put on a show, and truly lives up to her title as an "entertainer". This video is eerie and even cult-like, yet I can't look away. I am so into it.

Lately I've been thoroughly enjoying listening to songs that have some angst and kick to them - that and with side of "Fuck you" perfectly strung into the lyrics in perfect proportions. I assure you, this is not how I'm feeling (well at least not consciously anyways). Maybe I'm leaning towards these angry tunes because I'm a little pissed off myself and don't really know why. It may have to do with the fact that I'm still jobless, or that I now spend my Mondays and Wednesdays slaving away in organic chemistry from 9am-5pm (you do the math - that's 8 f*cking hours!) But those are just guesses. I'm mysterious like that.

Here are my top picks for songs that you can be pissed off at the world listening to (yet still feel cool and hip):
1. Kiss With A Fist - Florence + The Machine
2. Tape Song - The Kills
3. Hang Me Up To Dry - Cold War Kids

Enjoy! Because angry looks good on you.

The weather this weekend has been so nice! Loving it. This is the spring that I live for and look forward to every year, not the freak-snow-storms-in-the-middle-of-May kind of spring. I've been spending the last bit of my mini break not necessarily soaking up the sun, but getting some ray action in here and there. Today I took a stroll on Uptown 17th avenue with my dad. I seriously love walking on 17th during the spring/summer seasons, even if it's just for some window shopping or enjoying a gelato. I've always also wanted sit on the patio of one of the many bars on 17th, sipping a cool drink with good company, and just watching the types of people that walk by. If I ever had the privilege of moving to dowtown, I would definitely find myself a condo or apartment near this avenue of outdoor shopping strip goodness. They have many local shops that are exclusive to Calgary, as well as so much selection for clothing, accesories, shoes, etc. that cannot be found elsewhere in Calgary. Fortunately for me, my dad was feeling generous today, so he bought me my very first pair of boat shoes!! I got these from Gravity Pope. This store has the nicest shoes you will ever find, expecially for guys. Not only is there so much to choose from, but it's all in good taste (I'm talking Sperry Top Sider; H by Hudson; John Varvatos; NDC; and the list goes on and on, not to mention limited edition Vans and Converses). Back to my shoes, you have no idea how long I've wanted these (eversince I saw Chuck Bass wearing a pair on GG in season 1). I can't wait to be walking around in these babies soon, and to pair them with some DIY cutoff shorts or rolled up denim. I think I might even wear them tomorrow on my first day back for the spring semester. It's places like 17th, that make me hate Calgary a little less. We definitely need more outdoor shopping strips.

As of lately, I've gotten into the habit of logging into my blog and even going as far as clicking on the 'NEW POST' button, but failing to actually "blog" once the next page loads. I would glance at the familiar blank page, and quickly realize (yet again) that it will remain blank because I have nothing to say. Then I proceed to sign out. A couple days later, and the same thing happens. This pattern has been repeated for the past two weeks or so. But today (tonight?) I break the cycle! Whoop-whoop. Wow that sounded pathetic even in my mind.

Anyways, I've been craving for something to write about, but seeing as in my last entry I typed (JINXED) that "hopefully the next time I blog, it'll be about my new job!" and that "new job" hasn't happened, well, I've been pretty apathetic about everything and honestly a little discouraged. Workplace that WON'T hire me - 1, My ego - 0. But now I don't even have time to wallow about my unemployment, because yes my friends, Organic Chemistry begins on Monday. Oh joy! As if life couldn't get any worse. No more sleeping in, staying up late to watch my house-hunting shows on HGTV, and late night hang out sessions with my friends. Ok I'm lying about my house-hunting shows; clearly I'll still be up watching those.

Speaking of shows, Gossip Girl and 90210 are in their finales week and ANTM already wrapped up. That leaves me with The Hills, The City, and Glee. Also I've started watching this new show not obnoxiously called "Styl'd". I mean come on, you didn't want to add the 'e' in the word "styled" but you'll add an apostrophe?! Well despite the awful title, the show is actually quite interesting. It's based in L.A. (original, I know) with four wannabe-celebrity-stylists all competing for a position at a prestigious styling agency (so prestigious that I forgot it's name haha). There's backstabbing among the junior assistants; designer clothing; inappropriate hookups (I'm talking juniour assistant and senior stylist); bitchy/fucking scary senior stylists (the bosses) who don't dress that well themselves I might add; celebrity cameos including Nicole Richie, and...wait. Who else matters?! If Nicole's on it, then I'm into it.
By the way, Gossip Girl is starting to lose its appeal to me. I mean I still think they're the best dressed cast on television hands down, but what's up with the plot? It's very "been there, done that." I'm just hoping the season finale tomorrow is worth all the hype. I mean Josh Swartz did tweet about it saying that it would be "EPIC." It better be. Then again Josh Swartz has a history with teen dramas starting out as the most amazing thing ever, then the next you know, Marissa Cooper is killed off and so are the ratings. Yes, I still hold that against him. I mean what's The OC without Coop? Seriously.

Finals are so last weekend ago! Horah! However, this freedom is short-lived as spring classes will start on May 17th, and yes as per usual and expected, I'm not looking forward to it. It's not even like I have some easy classes that I can breeze through (like last year), but instead I have ONE MAJOR BITCH of a class. I somehow have to manage to pass this class, with its four months-worth material all jam packed into a month and a half - which normally for any other class, wouldn't be that big of a deal. But when it comes to Organic Chemistry, that means two labs a week, two seminars (and quizzes?) a week, and whole lot of lecturing on esters, aldehydes, amines, alcohols, carboxylic acids, and much more blah-ness. Holy f**king shi*t. Obviously, Ochem is a favourite of mine. Well, I'll cross that bridge when I need too, aka in about two weeks :(

But until then, I intend on enjoying my "spring break", occupying myself with being unoccupied. Yay me!

Ok, I'm kind of lying. In between the strenuous "doing-nothing" sessions I'll be having, on the side, I'm also hunting for a job. It's sad to think that at this time last year, I HAD a job. But I've begun to apply to some places, and I'm crossing my fingers in hopes that my applications pull through, and that the next time I'll be blogging it'll be about my fantastic new job! Yeah, I dream big.

Alright, other than that, nothing else is new. I have to go get ready now because my friend and I are going to Calgary's newest wannabe Pinkberry, SPOON ME! Frozen yogurt topping style, here we come!

Dear Mother Nature,

You are a f**king bitch.

Love,
Victor

HEEELLLLLLOOOOOO SPRING!

My Friends Are The Best

Last night was meant to be a typical "movie night" at a friend's place. The plan was to watch Toy Story and Toy Story 2 to prep ourselves and refresh our memories for the summer release of Toy Story 3! Keep in mind, most of us are 19 and some of us, are freshly turned TWENTY. Yup, still kids at heart and clearly in our movie tastes as well. But anyhow, we were watching the first movie and I got up to talk to a friend on the other side of the room (little did I know she was in on all this). Call me clueless, but it didn't even struck me odd that this friend showed up to our movie night half way past the movie, and it was already 1130 at night. Man, I'm dense sometimes. But we talked for a bit, and then the next thing I know, from my peripheral vision, I noticed a cluster of tiny flames which was immediately followed by a uniform singing of "Happy Birthday to you..." And that's when I'm sure my eyes lighted up - that or it was just the reflection from me staring in awe of the lit birthday cake making its way across to me. Along with the partially melted frosting of the ICE CREAM CAKE, yes believe it, my heart melted as well. Yes that's corny, but unshamefully true! I've never felt so special or appreciated :)

Not to mention I think I really needed this too (and I mean this in the most humble, unself-absorbed sort of way). This week was a ROUGH. The long weekend prior was a major bitch with nauseating assignments and lab finals to complete and prepare for, my stupid-piece-of-crap laptop broke down, my parents got into an argument over god knows what, I got sick for the hundredth time in the past six months, and not doing what I want to be doing was really getting to me - especially with the big 2-0 approaching. So yeah, this surprise birthday get-together really helped me put the important things back into perspective, and made the current chaos around me seem manageable.
And with that, I say thanks from the bottom of my heart to all those that were in on this surprise, and for everyone that took time out of their busy schedules to show up and celebrate with me. You have no idea how much this meant to me. This is definitely a birthday for the books. You guys made turning twenty seem not as devastating or traumatic as I thought it would be (haha, typical me). Thanks for holding my hand while I left my teen years behind, and ventured into adulthood. Love you guys!
LT JN LN KT JT RN
So I conclude, my friends are undeniably, uncomparably, and quite simply, the best <3

GAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGA

"Oh my God. I sound like Lindsay Lohan."
You know that raspy, scratchy, pitchy, smoker voice that's become signature of Lilo? Yeah well for the past two days, I've been giving her a run for her money. Aka, I'm STILL sick. My throat is killing me. It feels I swallowed a cactus plant.



But on the plus (to the infinite degree), I am GOING to the MONSTER BALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES DREAMS DO COME TRUE.



I don't even know where to begin. I logged onto facebook last night, and saw on someone's status that tickets were going on sale this Saturday. So I went to ticketmaster to check if it's true - since for the longest time, it kept saying that the sale date for the concert was "unavailable" and I was beginning to think that there wasn't going to be a concert (much like the Fame Kills letdown I experienced last year). But when I checked online, not only was the sale date correct for Saturday, but PRESALE was on!!! So I clicked, guessed the "presale code", got it right on the first try (die hard fan, right here), and the rest is history as of last night, or technically very early this morning. I have the golden ticket to my chocolate factory! Despite the fact that the Gaga just had to pick to tour in Edmonton (vomit), I decided to put my distaste for that city aside, and make it into a end of summer/maybe roadtrip/definite shopping binge-fest extravaganza! So so excited for this :)

Life is so unfair. Sadface.

Yes, I'm supporting to this new "thing" of typing the words 'sadface' as opposed to making this --> :(

But I'm in fact royally ticked off, so don't hold this sadface-ness against my judgement. I'm currently pissed off at the entire world it seems - well more so my laptop, school, parents, and just Calgary in general. I really really need a vacation. I have to believe that there's more to life than what Calgary has to offer right? Ok, I'm not holding my breath on that one. I haven't given up hope completely, but I'm awfully close. Please someone save me from my self-pity. Or at least join, because pity-parties for one are no fun whatsoever.

On top of this, I'm sick yet again, assignments are piling, and I've had the same fucking headache for the past three days. Go figure.

I will not be celebrating my 20th. Lame, I know. But I've come to realize that I'm just not into group gatherings where the attention is focused on me. Which is odd, because at one point the thought of being the center of attention actually appealed to me. I don't know what happened. I guess this must be me growing up? That or I've just become apathetic about everything. It's likely the latter. I'm surprised myself too, to be honest. But the truth is, I'm just too lazy to plan anything or care for that matter, even with the conveniences of Facebook Events. I'm just going to go buy myself a nice birthday gift, and call it a day. Happy Birthday to Moi! And no, I'm not being sarcastic. I actually, don't want anything to do with my 20th other than it giving me an excuse to binge-shop/compulse-buy with a guilt-free pass. Wow, when did I become so boring? Oh yeah, since I noticed my soul has been ripped out of my body and my sense of purpose is non-existent. Haha, I kidd. Sort of.

I also think I'm experiencing a mid-life crisis, at 19 going on 20. I cringed just typing up that last part. I can't believe my teen years are over. Sad face. But what can you do? Life's a bitch sometimes. More so lately, but I think I'm just in a rut. A big, fat, Grand Canyon sized rut.

"I don't know what to do with my life."

Up until now these words have been the story of life, but now that I actually realize that I'm not getting any younger (with the oh so subtle "BIG 2-0" slapped in my face), these words seem like a threat. And truthfully, I'm scared shitless. I'm tired of complaining about school and about how I want things to be different. They say life is what you make of it, and I believe them. Speaking as a spoiled only child, I'm used to getting what I want. I'm determined to make it happen. It's a promise to myself. Or in the least I need to give it an actual chance. The clock is ticking.

"Don't ask me how or why, but I'm gonna make it happen this time.

My teenage dream tonight, yeah I'm gonna make it happen this time. "

Did they tell you "You should grow up," when you wanted to dream? Did they warn you "Better shape up, if you want to succeed"? I don't know about you, who are they talking to? They're not talking to me.

I'm higher than high, lower than deep
I'm doing it wrong, singing along

Did I ask you for attention, when affection is what I need? Thinking sorrow is perfection,
I'd wallow 'til you told me:

"There's no glitter in the gutter, there's no twilight galaxy."

Red Velvet Goodness


I know this post is about two weeks too late, but I'm gonna post it anyways. I'm a firm believer in being fashionably late, you know, make them wait a bit. It keeps things interesting. Anyhow here are some of my favourite pics from my good friend Lan's 20th Birthday. She's the first of our group to reach the big 2-0. She's in the red by the way.


Trail Blazers..get it?

Cousins Looking Fierce

Janniqua and Bonniqua

Rebecca, Janny, Lan and I

It's crazy that I've known this girl since Grade 1. I was having a conversation today over coffee at Tim's (and no, I did NOT win anything today...I'm now 1/6) with another long time friend, about how we're the only people we know that still hang out with the same group they did from Elementary. It's inevitable that friends come and go as people (yourself included) grow up and change over time. New preferences are made, and people develop new perspectives even personalities for that matter. Sometimes it's a good thing, other times it's questionable. But that fact remains that people change. I especially find that most people as they transition from Elementary-->Jr. High-->High School, tend to switch their friend groups the most. I, however, pretty much stayed in the same circle of friends give or take a few, but the core of my friend group still exists. I'm still close to the friends that I once swung on monkey bars with, and for that I'm grateful. It's rare these days to have such a tight knit group of friends that have literally grown up with each other. So this post is dedicated to Lan, Janny, Avneet, and Feryaal (who is currently residing in Edmonton, and probably doenst even know about my blog, but I feel she deserves credit none the less). But don't get me wrong, I also really appreciate the new friends I've made througout the years, they mean just as much to me. Who else would I talk to about Gossip Girl, The Hills and other brainless televison shows, celebrity gossip, and current fashion trends/no-nos with? You guys are the best bitches I know and I say that with love ;)