Mmm…

[ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smhK8l2SF-s ]

I don’t know why the person restricted on sharing. This is something which needs to be shared, so that it acts as a reminder as to how we should go about our everday lives.

Beautiful isn’t it?…

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When I wake up, I see these three instructions written on my white board:

Cathie Black:
” a) Feel Confident
b) Be Prepared
c) Walk as if you know where you’re going”

And I go to sleep reading those exact same words…

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I also added a “d)” to it.
That is… “d) Be grateful. Stop complaining.”

And things seem a little lighter all of a sudden.

Mr.Dumbledore.

So Dumbledore is gay. So what? Does it honestly and truthfully impact your quality of living knowing that a fictional character is gay? At this rate, your gay co-worker might be the be-all and end-all of your world for standing beside you and being gay at the same time. What is it about other people’s choices of sexual orientation that we humans don’t seem to get? You know, the nature argument is so played out by now.

My professor and my TA for my “Love, Sex, and Marriage” course are all gay. My professor talks about him getting it on with his partner. It’s like, Brokeback Mountain but told in words. First it was uncalled for, now everytime the subject comes up, I just make a face similar to this . Apathetic, yes. It’s just how much of it are you exposed to. Soon enough, we’ll learn to tolerate.

 

In Love?
No, not quite.

Sometimes, I just feel like I’m adequate to only take care of my own emotions. Being in a relationship is like caring for two. And even when you’re infatuated with another person, it carries the same onus as if you were in a relationship — you tend to care about their feelings more than yours, and lets not forget, we always want them to feel good about themselves so that maybe they will see the good in you and promise a future together. 

Well, like I said, I feel adequate to only take care of myself, hence my definition of taking care of emotions is one that is “laissez-faire”. I just let it go. Time will heal. And for alot of people, that’s not their ideal way of healing. So, what am I suppose to do?

However, my ideal of “laissez-faire” is not limited in such a way. I admit, I never know how to take care of those that are closest to me, that are dear to me, it is as if the closer you are to me, the more I take you for granted. I just don’t know how to show you how much I care. It’s so much easier for me to show strangers that I care, because all it requires is some money being thrown in a paper cup, opening doors, buying presents, however, to show gratitude to somebody you (potentially) love, requires a lifetime of debt to repay — in which, none that are materialistic.

 I will care for everybody else in the world, yet, you will find yourself isolated in the corner of my heart. Why? I don’t know, perhaps it’s a way for me to be desensitized. Yes, you can walk away, but not if I walk away first.

To this day, I’ve never really utilized the word “love” in an appropriate manner. It never went between the “I” and the “you”, and God forbid — a name that followed such a statement.

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Experience is what you get, when you don’t get what you want.

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Little Black Dress.

I want, I want, I want!!! I need?

Cathie Black, CEO of Hearst Magazines Inc: “You only get to make one first impression. Once you walk into the room, the other person has already made an assessment of you in the first five seconds they laid their eyes on you.”

If you don’t know who Cathie Black is, or even worse, what Hearst Magazines is all about, take your Cosmopolitan magazine, turn it to the side and read the binding…

Cathie, is all about the basics of black. Oh, how that reinforces me to strengthen the number of my black wardrobe empire!

Meanwhile, I think these are the next few items that need to enter into my closet. Introducing…

The Shift Dress.

It is called the “shift” dress because it is essential to every business woman’s wardrobe. (Calvin Klein pinstripe sheath dress $148, Ori’en satin long trench coat by Cindi Chan for Macy’s $350)

 

The Jersey Dress

I don’t know why it’s called the Jersey dress, but isn’t it cute?
(Macy’s Dress by Cynthia Steffe $240, DKNY plum short jacket $425)

 

The Fit-and-Flare dress.

You can’t really see the bottom in this picture, but it fits nicely on the top, and flares open at the bottom.
(Calvin Klein shirt dress $198)

 

The Suit.

Still one of my favourites of all time, and you can see why. : )
(Theory suit jacket “Gabe B.” $360, Theory suit pants “Emery.” $230, Club Monaco “Sadie” cashmere scarf $99

 

Okay, so sometimes she gets materialistic.

 

Heiky used to teach me the drums. I haven’t touched it in a while. I want a set!

I know, I know. Uggs is like TNA accessories, they’re every-frikken-where. But they’re black! and… they’re cute. At least I don’t want the TAN coloured ones, which consists in every girls’ shoe collection. At least that’s how it seems to be at York. I want Uggs!

Finally, I want a LCD screen hanging on my wall and let Oprah run on it 24/7. I want TV!

I just realized that I am highly attracted to hyper masculine men.

Your biceps would have to be the width of my head, EACH, for me to uhh — notice you.

However, a hyper masculine man that does ballet… makes me want him even more.

A hyper masculine dad is to die for. (Of course, not MY dad, the father of my CHILD, you sickos).

Yeah, I love Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. He’s hotter than Ethan Hawke and Tyrese put together.

Oh Yeah — Game Plan, great movie to go watch with your siblings. Not with your girlfriend though, because she’s gonna want (drool all over) Dwayne. I rate * * * * stars.

 

“I Want To Be A Cowboy!”

I was listening to the radio (forgot which station), and they asked the audience: “If you had to be in a Halloween costume for a year, what would it be?” Here are my first instinctual picks:

- Fairy
- Princess
- Wonder Woman
- Oscar Myer Weiner

Are you digusted by my overflowing of femininity and/or lack of Feminism? Me too. Princess? Oscar Myer Weiner? (Maybe it’s the unconscious desire of “Penis Envy” claims Sigmund Freud, if you get the pun…) Don’t ask. I don’t know why Wonder Woman came third as an instinctual thought. You would think that Fairies and Prince Charmings are all gone from my head by now…which I guess they’re not.

Oh yes — you must be asking about the title. Well, apparently, the number one choice for a costume that a male would agree to wear for one full year would be none other than a Cowboy’s costume. Yee-haw!

What’s your pick(s)?

VOTE.

As I was struggling with which party shall be the beneficiary of my vote, someone from the hallway handed me a pamphlet as to which party will be the saving grace to the student tuition and academic likes. It seems that the New Democratic Party landed on the Student Federation’s good side. Say bye-bye to the Liberal and Progressive on this one.

So I was happy that somebody was educating me on this. Yes! Now I feel adequate to vote! So happy that I got two pamphlets, because the other person, which shall remain nameless, felt indifferent about voting and threw the pamphlet into my hands.

A few steps further, I bump into HEIKY. Oh yes, I shall proclaim her name on the xanga public. She was casually sitting on the bench, yakking away at her phone. We greeted each other with a wave of the hand, and I timorously shouted: “Vote!” and she gave me a weird glace and said… “okaaayyyy…….” to reassure me that voting will not be on her agenda today. (Heiky, if you’re reading this, I just virtually slapped you. Still love you though.)

All I have to say is, it was an uphill battle for women to earn the right to vote. As a neo-feminist, I am voting today.

Who are you voting for?

I am Grateful…
(In recognition of “anti-bitching” day)

 

For the taxes I pay, because it means I am employed.
For the mess to clean after a party, because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means I have enough to eat.
For my shadow that watches me work, because it means I am out in the sunshine.
For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and gutters that need fixing, because it means I have a home.
For all the complaining I hear about the government, because it means we have freedom of speech.
For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot, because it means I am capable of walking and I have been blessed with transportation.
For my heating bill, because it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in church who sings off key, because it means I can hear.
For the pile of laundry and ironing, because it means I have clothes to wear.
For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day, because it means I have been capable of working hard.
For the alarm clock that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means
I am alive.

 

Happy (Canadian) Thanksgiving everyone.

Speechless.

I initially wrote 3 different block entries, and somehow, when it came down to posting time, I just couldn’t hit the button. Why? I don’t know, perhaps I’m scared of the audience, blog-shy, or… I haven’t been really good with expressing myself lately. Thus, my writing is lacking a bit. There are some crazy ideas that I have, but they just seem so bland as I put them out in words. My words don’t seem to have the same effect as they did before.

Meanwhile, music seems to be my resort lately. And dance — dance is what I would choose to do all day. I’ve always wanted to immerse myself in dancing lessons, whichever genre, doesn’t matter.