Showing posts with label I Hope This Changes Your Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I Hope This Changes Your Life. Show all posts

Sunday, November 27, 2011

a quick one before I forget

i am so blessed. beyond, beyond words. i am so happy for my parents--things are really looking up for them and they deserve every bit of it.

there are two types of good things: the type that just happens out of sheer luck, and the type that you work for. we should all be grateful that the latter exists.

borderline enfp and infp, own it.

*speak of your goals positively and always hold them high.

be nicer to J

welcome the new, but always hold onto the good.

DON'T THINK, JUST DO (i tell myself this when waking the fuck up lol)

be obnoxious. be loud. be everything you want to be and more, cause life's too short to hold back all that is you

learn how to back stall park like a boss..

this year's xmas wish: catching up with everyone i haven't seen in forevs. freal. 2012 won't be a good year unless i see everyone i love before the year is over. i owe it to myself to put aside some time for old friends, and i owe it to them to man the fuck up and stop being such a flakey late douchebag.. lol.. schoolwork aside, i really think i can get my priorities straight? XX

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

August to September

brunch (sweet brunches of love)
how about breakfast?
double features
sangri gri
garden themed party
butta beef
mental illness runs in the family..
happy birthday J
Gremlins
childhood bff
dipped cones
protein shakes.. BJs
TRUE BLOOD
riding bikes (le basket)
3 entrees always
Costco gelato
limbo (but I'm so over that)
bolognese sauce
top down, wind in my hair
shut yo whore mouth!
$1 ice coffee
sour keys
show me raaaaj
learned how to cha cha
open air cinemas
screamers
lulu and lily belle
football! (cotton candy)
ombre cousin fail
blueberries
that time we ordered pizza and then ordered Chinese food...
whore lipstick
[o]megaphones
happy hour (breadstix)
never wear makeup to hot yoga
"these are my toddler pjs"
ultimatums
tuesday matinees
the smell of fresh baked bread @ granville island
gerber babies
i yam what i yam (yam fries)
hormonal
having known something all along
dollar and a dream, only $1 - Cole world
2 birds, 1 stone should be a my lifestyle.

Friday, June 17, 2011

I've got Man Shoulders.

There was a time where I'd complain about my so-called "man shoulders" *cue Regina George voice*. Somehow, I was convinced that I had developed a boxier frame due to my years at the pool (thank you, butterfly stroke). This notion was confirmed thanks to my dad's relentless teasing.. He only teased me cause he knew better; he knew that broad shoulders weren't the end the world. In fact, broad (or feigned broad) shoulders might be a woman's gateway into what we'd call a man's world.

Balmain
 It's only until now that I can really say that I love a woman with strong shoulders. More importantly, I love a woman who isn't afraid to draw added attention to an area that has been previously associated to our male counterparts. I used to poke fun at my mum's old-school shoulder pads, but now I'm wondering Why should men get all the glory? I got shoulders too, y'all.. And they fine as hell!

An embellished frame can make you look taller, stand straighter, and embody the aura of an all-business-no-nonsense-type prowess.. In the snap of a finger, you're polished. You're tailored. You've added a feminine mystique to a once no-girls-allowed property.

This leads to my current situation: I'm on the search for the perfect blazer(s).

On my list already.. (Mmhmm, this post doubles as my shopping list. Girl's gotta multitask somehow.)


Alexander McQueen
The cream-coloured Crepe Blazer

Forever 21
The Studded Blazer
The Double-Breasted Blazer

The Gold-Buttoned  Blazer



Lili

The Electric Blue Blazer
The One-Button Blazer


Stella McCartney
The Black Boyfriend Blazer

Suit up, ladies..
XOXO, K