Love and Happiness

I am a collector of solid life advice.. one of those annoying optomists that spew out that live-happy-be-happy bullshit philosophy.

"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." - Oscar Wilde

I like quotes for the same reason everyone likes quotes... they feel like conclusive statements that we feel as though we've thought of subconsciously, or at least hoped to have thought of it subconsciously. These regurgitations are we believe to define us, our morale and our character..

status: Busy loving the people who love me.

On the search for

that carefree philosophy.

Thoughts:
I'd like to spend more time with my little brother (who isn't so little anymore!)

I'm so mad at my knee. I'm so pissed that I can't run, do the elliptical, stairmasters, or do squats. It's driving me mad.

Can't stop listening to http://youtu.be/DWkruuiml3s (Thanks, Chu)

Hmmm... much love to my girl N.

I wanna be baked to a golden crisp by the end of this summer. Beach bumming is one of my fav hobbies afterall..

Speaking of hobbies, I'm stoked on getting started on playing the acoustic guitar. I've been wanting to learn how to play for a few years now, but lethargy and the smallness of my hands have gotten in the way. I recently discovered two Yamaha guitars in my basement--one of them is this gorgeous classic guitar (circa 1988) with these beautiful ebony pegs, the other is a standard-looking acoustic guitar. Both are seem so promising, I can't decide which one to keep for myself. (Duh.. keep both.)

"I don't know if I'm in love with you--I don't know what that is. But I know for sure, I'm crazy about you."

I need to revise my sleeping schedule. Chu's right; I'm waking up in a completely timezone. I always said that sleep deprivation would be my hamartia.

Cocoa Rice Krispies are soo yumskies. If y'all have the chance to get your hands on some (courtesy of our friendly neighbour from the South), GET ON IT.

I considered starting a marketing blog but my passions leave me elsewhere.. actually, they lead me towards cosmetology and fine foods. What can I say? I'm a superficial fatty at heart. loveandcheekbones.blogspot.com is where it's at. I'll be talking shit about NYX, taking a lots of pictures of myself, and doing what I do best.. (eating).

I forget what good music does to the soul..

Although I've always considered myself a kind person, as the years progress.. I've become really stuck-up. Worst of all, it's unintentional snobbery. I think we can all agree, judgement is involuntary--it's what you do with that judgement that makes a difference. Sometimes, I pass judgement on people and let it take control of how I treat them and I think they deserve to be treated. I forget that humanity loses itself in such convictions. I'd like to be a kinder person this summer. A genuinely kinder person. I'd like to bask in all that sunshine, see all the beauties of life, shake off the bad moments and relish in the good ones. I want to do better, be better. I want this summer to be about more laughter and more smiles. Everyone needs to smile more.

Lastly..
Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier. - Mother Teresa

Unload

so i found out a few days ago that
one of my oldest and closest friends' mom
was diagnosed with cancer.

i've known this girl since we were 5
and we've been on and off best friends since we were 8.

i used to call her mom, my second mom
her home, my second home
her, my sister

what makes this all really tragic is the fact that
her dad died just two years ago
from the very same disease.
that was a few years of watching him die
several months of watching him deteriorate--mind and body alike

you'd think such an indestructible sickness would know how to disperse at a lower density level..

and all this news
made me think--
what's there really to be sad about in my life?

the fact that my hair has a red undertone, and not blonde?
how i'm unable to wear yellow tones in fear of looking jaundice?
how i am completely inept when any critical moment rolls around(/everything in life)..

when i think about the realities my friend has to face alone
everytime she goes to bed, everytime she wakes up in the morning
every single second of the fucking day--
it makes me want to laugh,
and ask God to give me something real to cry about.

Everyone needs to smile more.

Nothing but love. (A tribute to everyone in my effin' life)

CURRENT MOOD: In love with life!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have the greatest friends in the entire world!! No joke. They've put up with a lifetime (literally) of my constant bailing, my tendency to be late, my moments as a diva, the whining and my need to be pampered and my abnormal eating habits. They've done the unimaginable and have picked me up at ungodly hours or the night from places they've never been to, let me cry on the phone without the slightest bit of comprehension, made me laugh when I was about to cry, let me use their hands as kleenexes when I'm sick..

My boys, you've built me a unbreachable fortress that's made me feel safe for so many years. I love you guys like my brothers, and I know you guys will always be looking out for me like a sister. I mean when I say you guys are going to be attending my wedding, as my bridesmaids! 10 years of friendship.. still going strong (L)!!

My girls, each one of you are so completely different, I'll never need anything else. T, you always make me laugh.. even though you're such a smartass. Em, we know eachother so well, I love our insiders, nobody else compares. W, my entourage, my hot lunch/dinner date (just about every single day), my partner in everything, "just me & you babe." N, I understand why boys are so crazy for you.. I'm a little lesbo for you too ;) E, I like how we're obsessed with eachother and when we spend too much time together, it scares people. Well fuck them, I love it! S & V, I love you 2 way way way too much. Scratch that, I love us 3 way way way too much. Everything we do together is always an epic adventure. xoxo

I had such a good night tonight.. even though I had pink eye, looked like shit, no make up on, my hair a mess, and in post-fever conditions. My friends gave me an intervention.. it made me laugh, and made me happy knowing there isn't any animosity between us. I feel like there's so much of that these days between groups of friends. It's an unsettling fact, that everyone is just pretending to get along with eachother. Not kewl. I'm grateful for the honesty and trust that I have between the people I keep close to heart. You're there for a reason.


On a sidenote.. I can't believe I'm so fucking sick!! It's been like this all break, every other day is considered a recovery day. However, I'm never able to fully recover because I'm always out to do something crazy or to mess up my sleeping schedule (ie. right now).

Thank you to all those of have remained in my life (despite my bad behaviour). I can't express how grateful I am for having the friends that I have right now. Everyone has put such an impact on my life and has equally been there for me in one way or another. Life is good :)

In a camp of rockets

Mondays are generally bad, but today was an exceptionally bad Monday. I'm probably over-reacting, I tend to do that. I was probably just super cranky because I hadn't eaten all day (I go bitch wild when I haven't eaten for a long time.. just ask W/KT).

Because I'm a fucking idiot, I slept at 5AM last night even though I had finished my Thriller presentation around 1ish. Like, what the fuck is wrong with me? Even as I'm typing out this blog right now, my eyes feel heavy (and itchy for some reason, it's been like that all fucking day) and I want nothing more than to wake up fresh and early tomorrow and actually do something with my life (especially since I made plans to have lunch and study with J tmr lol). I'll go to bed after this entry. Promise. Okay, I lied. I saved this entry as a draft then I came back now (3:06AM) to finish it.

Anyway.. so it started when I left 20 minutes for myself to get ready. It's so hard to pick out warm clothes if you're like me who lives on thin cotton cardigans and tights--strictly, NO jeans. I left the house without breakfast which was a huge mistake. Androol said he'd drive me home and wait for me for the extra hour. I went to class in a rush, interrupting this poor girl's presentation while doing so. Turns out SFU doesn't have underground wireless connections so I had to go upstairs (interrupted someone else's presentation as well) and proceeded to disrupt a couple that was obviously fighting.. but I didn't notice till the girl packed up her things and left with the guy looking like "Huh?" (I really hope I didn't make it worse). I was doing a presentation on "Thriller" and it's basically a mini-movie, and with the shitty reception travelling between SFU's cement walls, it took literally forever to load. With ten minutes left of class, I booked it back downstairs and my TA ended up telling me I could present it next class. Sa-weet... thanks.

I don't want to go into detail anymore, because I really shouldn't be bad mouthing my friends on my public blog as lame as that sounds. But by the end of the day, I ended up waiting in a car by myself for 40 minutes and then walking in the cold to go home. Both were by choice, so don't worry. But yeah.. sometimes I really hate being around people.. especially dick-ish loud mouthed people.

Thank God for W and J, and pho. They both picked me up and we went to get some heart-warming goodness. I was starving.. I had a bowl of pho, a spring roll and a pear made out of hazelnut ice cream. Mmmm first meal of the day.

I miss my friends. I'm probably just saying this now because I'm hella pissed at my friends at school for leaving me no choice but to walk home.. but that's just me being a diva. Haha. I feel like a shitty friend for always bailing and never going through with our plans. I'm always studying with the guys at school or eating with them. I never have time for my high school friends, most of whom I've known since the 1st grade. I've spoken to Stephen about this and we both agreed that everyday gets a little riskier. Everytime you bail for some school issue or your new friends from school, your friends get less and less lenient. I love you guys btw... can't wait till tomorrow!!!

Furthermore, I miss having time.

I really want to tan but I'm scared and I have no time lol. Jo says it's the most precious thing ever.. "everyone needs that warm embrace every once in awhile". Tans make me feel happy. I feel accomplished after a day of beach bumming and I come home and check out legs in the mirror. I miss those days where I could wear flipflops everyday and avoid stepping into puddles in the middle of the sidewalk.

Did I mention that I'm getting fat?

I'm going to leave with a song that I can't stop listening to..

Because I'm a girl..

I like it when my legs look skinny. And tan. I believe that wearing red brings confidence. The colour of your nails completes your outfit. Shoes are the essence of any ensemble, seeing as they hold you up in life. I like my hair best when it's long and cascading down my shoulders. Even better when it's in loose curls or beachy waves. When I was little, I loved wearing dresses because it made me feel pretty--I still do. I dance to Top 40's music and I love it. Red lipstick is for sexy bitches--the David Guetta kind. I go apeshit when my phone battery is dying. I like the way my mascara used to make marks on my boyfriend's cheeks after we'd finish kissing. I love "pulling a Laguna" as in wearing sweats tucked into Uggs, big sunnies and a vente Starbucks in hand; the way Tina and I used to roll in back on those sporadic early mornings. Beach bumming is a hobby, I mean, what's better than falling asleep under the sun? Ringing my eyes with black eyeliner doesn't make me feel beautiful, it makes me feel fierce. But when the guy I love still tells me I'm gorgoeus with no makeup at all, it feels pretty damn good. Pearls make me feel classy. Getting ready with the girls is the highlight of my night.. besides the late-night pigging out. So what if I can't run a marathon in these stilettos? At least I can stomp around and act like I'm stepping all over those people who have stepped all over me in the past. Retail therapy is real therapy. Yes, as a matter of fact I do need this giant bag because inside are the contents of my LIFE. I like smelling good.

Because I'm me, I love touching dogs and their wet noses. It sounds gross, but I love it. I could live without conditioner only if I used Sab's shampoo (smells effin' amazing). Soy, lactose-free.. any kind of milk is nasty. I can't get enough of fake eyelashes. I press snooze until it's 45 minutes after my original alarm time. I hate not washing my hair for more than one day. It drives me fucking crazy. My closet staples are tights, v-necks and Uggs. I hate watching my friends settle for less. I'm a fan of chivalry and I like it when my guy friends tell me, "That's just the way I was taught". I'm always late, don't count on me for anything. I could go for some McDonalds right now. A momma's boy is my kind of boy. I'm a snobby bitch to people I don't trust. During the summertime, I have mass cravings for BBQ and nightmarket food. I like feeling like a lady, if you know what I mean. I still think black panties are bought to be worn in front of someone... I like the way my favourite boy makes me laugh, even when I'm beyond pissed off. It really bugs me when people act like music is a religion. I don't think before I speak. Converse chucks are the only shoes that look good dirty. I love eating chicken wings with fake nails and my eyelashes on--I feel like a fucking woman. I don't get menstrual cramps. I would like to believe that my hamster knows her name is Gwendilynn and that I'm her mama, but I know I'm just fooling myself.. I can't understand how cheaters can look themselves in the mirror. I live in the moment because things always happen for a reason right? I would rather walk and recycle. Mary-Kate and Ashley, and Molly Ringwald are my movie heroines. My friends are the only people in the world who can tolerate me, I grant you that.

Because I'm me, because I'm a girl.. it's all the same. This is me and I'm a girl, and I fucking love it.