Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Can this week be over already?

And can the weekend just take it slow... Like really slow. I would like to bask in freedom for awhile. This week has been probably the most stressful week of all-time... okay maybe not all-time, but it's nearly up there. And October has just begun. Stress is good right? Or so I'm told. It doesn't feel AWESOME. As of Wednesday, I can partially say that I am free. And then by Thursday night, I can look forward to a good weekend: reunion with my best friend! shopping! shopping! shopping! food!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Osheaga 2012

I probably had the time of my life. What was the most epic moment? I think Passion Pit will take it home. It was raining so hard while they were performing and suddenly, the skies parted and Mr Sun appeared!!!! IT WAS AMAZING. The energy at every set I attended was INSANE. I enjoyed James Vincent McMorrow aka my future husband aka the cutest bearded man with an angelic voice. His stage was suited for him! Scène des arbres. Imagine trees surrounding you and HIM singing. Can it get any better than that? I loved every single minute of his performance. The closing song was so fucking lovely. "We don't eat" and it was sunny then!!!
Until we headed to scène des montagnes... and then the rain poured hard again. We were all swimming in it. I had never felt more free in my life though. I hated it for the first couple of minutes, until I realized how silly it was. I love the rain. And having a little or a lot of it falling on you does not hurt.. unless there's thunder and lightning, then maybe you should be scared.
As you can guess, by this time in the day, at around 9:30pm, I smelled horrible. I had to head to the McGill new residence to pick up my stuff and change in their public washroom. Buy some St-Hubert (MIAM MIAM!!) and look for the Megabus station all by my lonesome. A night in the life of a hobo. Seriously. The ride back to Toronto was less terrible considering how tired I was. But it was so uncomfortable. I wanted to shower so I could smell good again... Hahahaha. I arrived at the downtown station at around 7:00am the following day (Monday August 6). Once I got home at 8:15am-ish, I took a shower and watched television. We waited for time to pass by to catch the plane. Goodness that flew by fast.
TO - PARIS - MRU
Brutal flight. I slept from TO to Paris. But Paris to Mauritius was long!!! It seemed long. It felt long. It was long.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

- The past came to visit. And I was okay with it. - OSHEAGA '12 - j'en ai vraiment hâte!!! - Montréal bound and consequently, island bound. - Lavendre is my all-time favourite flower and scent. - High-waisted denim shorts and flowy tops and bare legs and sandals and messy wavy hair and high buns and ponytails and rings and piling on jewelry and sun kissed skins (so hawt will meltchur popsiiclee, oooh). - First thing's first, I must [finish] packing.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

nts: when your head's about to explore, think ZEN.. pigeon pose... om.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

~

Girl talk and drinks and chit chats. Head spins and puking. Night long laughing.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

It's okay

- I didn't even want to go anyway. - I can't handle screamo/metal shit. Just by looking at the lead singer shaking his head, I already feel a concussion coming on... - Late night TTC rides are the best. Dude who thought he could rap... Hahaha

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Before and during and after work fun

Laugh attacks during lunch. Quiznos for dinner followed by Menchie's for dessert. More laugh attacks and catching up and a bunch of funny nonsense. Overall splendid effing day. Just sayin'!

Sunday, April 29, 2012

What did I just do?

I feel so awful. :( That does not [instantly] make me a bad person. I have the right to change my mind too.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

note to self:

Do not ever attend mass at my elementary school church. The priest uses a sensual voice during the mass... and talks passionately about sex and the way it can "corrupt" one's mind (even those who are married). Apparently a relationship should not consist of sex. Like hardly at all, if possible. Also, he tends to use statistics a lot. "Statistics also show that... x, y, z." Anyway, I can't tolerate his ignorance and his judgemental views. Needless to say, I did a lot of laughing and head shaking... A thought came to mind: I wonder how he would react if he were forced to watch an episode of 1g5g. HA.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Stupid shit you hear at the library

"The library smells like anus."

HAHAHAHA. WHAT. THE. HELL.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

quatsch!

- learned German via pins
- PROST!
- Stroganoff isn't that bad.
- mmm cheese.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

I've been wearing pyjamas since last Friday. I've been constantly changing t-shirts because every freaking time the fever goes down I sweat bucket loads. I've been eating fruits and yogurt and congee soup. I have no appetite. I'm nauseous. I've been hibernating since last Friday too. Well I did go to the doctor's on Monday. That doesn't count.

I miss my health. Meeehhhh.

On the bright side, I made pancakes this morning because yesterday I learned that maple syrup is healthy.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Lavender tea and The Weepies and TV kind of Sunday night.

Not the ideal time to get sick. SERIOUSLY.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Gotta have you

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying.
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine.
No no no no no. Nothing else will do.
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Couple of things

  • Sudden, out-of-the-blue fever = shivers and feeling cold and headache.
  • I can't freaking deal with this right now, I have so much shtuff to do. NO. GO AWAY FEVERRRR!!!!!
  • The Temper Trap show this Sunday!!! SUNDAY FUN DAY!
  • We actually have to compile a "karaoke" video for my computer class. SERIOUSLY? Hahahah. I'm singing Jacques Brel. Deal!
  • I don't care what she says.
  • Osheaga 2012. It's happening.
  • Tuesday, March 20, 2012

    Aimes-tu les macarons?

    JOUR DU MACARON à Toronto. Naturally during our one hour break, we'll go midtown to claim free macarons!

    Miam miam.

    Friday, March 16, 2012

    MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA 2013

    See you next mid-July. Four months. Solo.

    :)

    Wednesday, March 14, 2012

    Merci Baudelaire

    Reciting Baudelaire outside and basking in the sun.
    Then you walk over.

    Monday, March 12, 2012

    A guy in a nice suit and wing tips.

    Need I say more?

    Sunday, March 11, 2012

    Finished my fourth short story.
    Needless to say, my eyes are burning.

    THIS ONE BETTER BE APPRECIATED.

    Saturday, March 10, 2012

    Believer, a dreamer

    Nathaniel Wayne (Moon) Swokowski's voice + writing = a superb Saturday night.

    Thursday, March 1, 2012

    What I have been doing lately:

  • waking up before 7am – when I could clearly be sleeping until much later – to head to campus and do homework. (I must admit that this tactic has been working quite perfectly).
  • watching a lot of Sex and The City reruns. GUILTY!
  • drowning in assignments. Three weeks to go!!!! LET'S DOOOO THIS!
  • finding myself falling asleep in class... why am I so tired? I can't be. I shouldn't be. Other people have it worst than me.
  • listening to I Can't Make You Love Me, the Bon Iver cover, on repeat. His version makes me want to cry.
  • also listening to a lot of T. Mills. T MILL-I-ON! I freakishly find him attractive. I don't know...
  • wearing variations of the same thing.
  • Saturday, February 25, 2012

    WHO NEEDS CLOTHES WHEN YOU HAVE MUSIC?

    CONCERTS > CLOTHES
    (WHAT!)

    March 25: The Temper Trap
    August 2: Florence and The Machine

    When "Sweet Disposition" is played, you bet I'll be dancing my ass off...

    Monday, February 20, 2012

    Il me dira des "je t'aime" et j'aimerai tant ça

    Jacques Brel's "Madeleine" has been on repeat.

    Maybe I am a 65-year-old woman at heart.

    Sunday, February 19, 2012

    I told you to be patient

    "Skinny love doesn't have a chance because it's not nourished." - Justin Vernon.

    R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

    Interesting and fun night to say the least.

    That simply sums up my first clubbing experience. Also, being an avid people watcher, it was definitely a fun time seeing people acting irrationally.

    Thursday, February 16, 2012

    Reading week will consist of reading and writing

    Like, actually. I don't understand how people can go to Florida or wherever else and not have anything due before, during or after reading week. It's ridiculous and unfair.

    Usually I would love to use my reading week to do the following in no particular order: watch "On n'demande qu'à en rire" at 12:30pm, workout, endlessly browse blogs, catch up on television shows (especially 1 girl 5 gays, Sex and the City), listen to loud music while no one is home, eat, sleep and repeat. Instead I will be working tuesday and friday and doing homework in between.
    Reading week starts tomorrow for me. Library date (ON CAMPUS!) at 10am for a project. Then DEFINITELY heading to Zara for the promising end of season sale.
    But I am mostly looking forward to Saturday, night out with ma guuuurlz.

    How can you not do anything?

    Funny moment no. 1213813719821821 at work.

    After helping with a rather beautiful male student, a stand-by student, a woman to be exact, asks me the following:
    "Are you married?"
    Caught off guard, I reply with a sheepish "no".
    "Then how can you not do anything when you see a boy like that? He was good-looking!" she gestures where the boy once stood.

    Mind you this is a married woman talking to me who is about 35+ years old. Hahaha.

    But I agree, he was very handsome à la Edward Honaker sans la coupe de cheveux. Still, he had slickback hair, a little scruff. And he was very nice and tall.

    On the bright side, should I see him again on campus I can talk to him.
    (Or at least try to... Hahaha)

    Wednesday, February 15, 2012

    Quote of the day

    "Le joli bougre a abandonné le cours."

    Unfortunately. POURQUOI?

    And we were served beer in class. Hahaha. The most peculiar and hilarious thing to ever happen to me thus far in university.
    Früli beer is the only beer I drink. Thank goodness it's belgian.

    Tuesday, February 14, 2012

    Wide awake and it's 12:15am

    But I am done writing my second short story. I AM EXHAUSTED.

    Sunday, February 12, 2012

    Grammy's shwammy's

    Congratulations Bon Iver for their Best New Artist win and Best Alternative Music Album.

    But for the record, Bon Iver is not "new" but rather the fucking "best". Justin Vernon does not need a grammy for his wonderful music to be recognized and validated. Just sayin'.

    Love forever and all ways.

    Tough guy's running his mouth and I am glistening

    If only I was great at expressing myself through my writing. There's so much I want to say but I have difficulty translating it all into sentences. Just so it makes sense.
    EDIT: Words spit on paper. It's a matter of piecing it all together.

    Also, I forgot how postcards can be comforting and how just a few words scribbled onto paper can mean so much to the receiver.
    Thank you for reminding. Thank you for thinking of me.

    Friday, February 10, 2012

    An ideal Friday is spent

    sipping on Organo Gold mocha, writing all while having Bon Iver as faint background music.

    Wednesday, February 8, 2012

    What you should know about me before we become friends:

    I cannot, for the life of me, contain my laughter. It's so inappropriate on multiple levels. I honestly cannot help myself.
    During class, at work, or anywhere. In any situation. It's awful.
    Also, it's because the smallest of things can trigger my laughter. It doesn't take much. If I'm with somebody who is just as ridiculous as me, I laugh even more...
    I may be crazy. No doubt about it!

    Monday, February 6, 2012

    It's love that gets us through it

    Just a few pictures taken with my Holga lens mounted on my Nikon d90.



    Birkdale Ravine


    These were slightly edited with multiple gradients.

    Sunday, February 5, 2012

    I just made a $127 online purchase at The Bay. In my defence, most of my purchases are gifts and Olympic Collection attire (which I absolutely love).
    I couldn't resist the crew neck and the beanies... they're freaking precious and they're collectibles!!! AND they're on sale!!!!
    Don't hate, appreciate.
    Also, mind you that this post is just an awful attempt to convince myself that this was indeed a legitimate purchase and decision on my part. Which it is. Absolutely and positively.

    Saturday, February 4, 2012

    Remember

    Remember when the 124 was indifferent to me? Remember when Pape station was just another stop on the way to the West side? Or when I would never spend Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings doing work?

    I'm crazy.

    Wednesday, February 1, 2012

    I must admit, I'm a little bit lost in space, a little bit out of place.

    I kind of miss New York and the Upper West Side even though our hostel was surrounded by the projects. I kind of miss the 103rd st subway station and the long and tiring daily walks. I kind of miss eating bagel sandwiches for breakfast every day. I kind of miss the weird smell of the staircases and our room. I kind of miss the lights and the commotion and that time we walked the Brooklyn bridge in its entirety. The view, the cars and the crazy pedestrians. I think I just took it for granted while in the moment. Haha. But I honestly did enjoy the experience. Not to mention, it was with amazing company.

    I'm looking forward to a lot of things though. New projects, new goals, new adventures, new year.

    Tuesday, January 31, 2012

    Every girl should own power pants

    I wore my power pants today. Damn, do I feel amazing in 'em. Invincible, on top of the world, strutting in my (just the right kind of shade) red $5 cigarette jeans.
    Vintage fair isle grandpa sweater with wood buttons, cigarette jeans and my camel desert boots.

    This will now be my go-to outfit. I also wore the same pants to work yesterday. GASP. Red jeans in the office? Das right, I went there!
    Although, it did look quite presentable.
    White button-up, thin navy blue v-neck sweater, cigarette jeans and JC black boots.

    Sunday, January 29, 2012

    Le hasard

    I don't believe in le hasard. Certain things happen for a reason. I know it's cliché and repetitive. But I honestly think it's true.

    It doesn't necessarily mean that you are not the master of your own life though. Because you are. You're the sculptor and everything else is your creation.

    Friday, January 27, 2012

    JC

    I recently bought these Jeffrey Campbell black leather motorbike boots for $65 (taxes included). They were originally $228. You can imagine how fast I jumped on the bargain and snagged those bad boys in a heart beat.

    Browns shoes are having a beautiful sale at the moment. Go getchurself a pair of shoes!!!

    Tuesday, January 24, 2012

    Short story telling in front of the entire French class was not as horrible as I convinced myself it would be. Given the circumstances that I am surrounded by talented and well educated francophones, I am undoubtedly entitled to feel insecure and intimidated. However, they actually liked my nouvelle qui est plutôt "gore". I did not realized how gore it was upon receiving their feedback. Well, the main character was batshit schizophrenic crazy who cut herself regularly because the voice said to and then ripped her son's face to shreds thinking that the devil was eating him away. Lots of vomiting, unpleasant smell provoking and blood.

    Also, I did recite the story with the correct intonation and feeling which portrayed appropriately the narrator's anxiety issues.

    And of course, when the rather cute and intelligent French boys compliment you on your work, you can't help but gush and feel so freaking proud of yourself. Let's face it, that's all that really mattered.
    I'm only half-lying.

    Monday, January 23, 2012

    This short story literally drove me insane.

    I AM LOSING IT.

    But, I did meet the nicest girl while we were on our way to class today. It was so sweet of her to approach me. Strangers should just be this nice to each other all the time. I'm glad someone else feels the same way in regards to people being so cold to each other!!! We're only being nice by smiling. Jeez. Take the smile and appreciate it.

    Sunday, January 22, 2012

    Set in stone

    Plane ticket bought for a summer getaway.

    There is no time for me to even remotely think about that. I have a freaking short story to write and I'm stuck.

    I HATE SUNDAYS AND HOMEWORK. THEY DON'T COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER.

    Syndrome de la page blanche/writer's block

    My short story is due on Tuesday at 12pm sharp. So far, my main character as well as the story line have changed three times.
    I've settled on a 32-year-old schizophrenic mother who cannot control her illness. She ends up killing her mother and deceiving her 7-year-old son who she wanted to desperately protect. It's actually inspired by a true story. The poor boy is now in foster care. The mother, in jail. And the grand-mother hospitalized.

    Thursday, January 19, 2012

    NO HANDS!


    Jonesy, ladies and gentlemen. This brings back good memories from NYC. D'aaaw!!!!

    Tuesday, January 17, 2012

    2012 ultimate goal

    To talk more to strangers.
    Be more approachable. And approach others.
    Have more conversations with actual substance with these said strangers (who might not be so strange after some exchanged words).
    Smile to strangers.
    I missed you by who knows how many hours, minutes, seconds.

    At the end of the day, all we share are these floors, these walls, these hallways. Nothing else.

    Sunday, January 15, 2012

    day 2 of

    sticking to my SLIM & TRIM 15 for 2012.

    (Yeah, I tried to come up with a clever title for it.)

    Friday, January 13, 2012

    Tuesday, January 10, 2012

    Nicest thing

    Cue the Kate Nash songs.

    Also, what the hell crosses your mind when you are incredibly attracted to somebody? Because after awhile, you wonder exactly how the hell you found that person even remotely attractive. Honestly.

    Sunday, January 8, 2012

    Le Horla

    This short story is impressive with every turn of a page.

    Wednesday, January 4, 2012

    Always

    Never say never aha moment. The cliché, lessons learned obstacles faced and overcame sort of thing. The whole shit happens thing applies all the time. But then good things start flowing in and then you're happy again.

    Monday, January 2, 2012

    2011 reflections

    - Passed all my first year university courses
    - Spent my summer working at my first job ever
    - Met the coolest people on the planet, ones I can truly be myself around
    - Ottawa
    - Niagara Falls
    - Planned our NYC trip
    - Dyed my hair. Again.
    - NYC trip manifested! T'was fun. But ever so tiring.
    - Shopped down Fifth Ave like it ain't nobody's business.
    - Survived on my own for six whole days, with a bitch living atop of me. Literally, on the top bunk. She was fucking nuts.
    - Discovered that hostel living is definitely not for me.
    - New Year's Eve in New York City. Watching the special on the television... I don't regret a thing.

    2011 was good to me. 2012, please be even better!

    Home is where the heart is

    I am thrilled to be back on Canadian grounds. Let me just say, I'm proud to be Canadian and Torontonian.

    T.O. > NYC. Always.

    Nuff said.

    Sunday, January 1, 2012

    SoHo and Greenwich Village

    Walked down SoHo and Greenwich Village. Lusting after designer finds we wish we could afford.
    Dined at The Diner. Chicken and greens. Oh how we missed vegetables.
    Hot dog and churros diet, not our thang.

    Sipped on peppermint tea at a coffee shop in Greenwich Village. Never felt so indie in my life.

    Nye in nyc

    And walked around the neighbourhood. Checked out the urban outfitters and scored some pretty great deals. Then we returned to the hostel to nap for an hour. Brooklyn bridge afterwards. We walked from Brooklyn to manhattan. It was so nice at night with all the lights. We decided to stay in and watch the special in the theatre room. Lame. But whatever because we don't regret it. We rang in the new year with sparkling apple juice...

    I'm still tired and sore. I miss home cooking and home.in general. I miss eating concrete meals everyday and vegetables.