Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

what's on my BB

'BB' meaning my blackberry for all of y'all who don't got no blackberry. get with the program y'all!

hmmmmmmm... let's see my collection of pics over the past coupla years...............

zara christmas party

the stylish filipino you'll ever meet

i luv this industrial feel to interior designing

downtown vancouver at night

sunset in ladner

i will love you always and forever
(two weeks later i know she lied)

south beach, miami

the stylish one and i sipping on some fishbowls

vancouver fashion week

tash's crooked finger

baby moses

vancouver public library

my secret garden


sunset in ladner part 2

stef's mess from moving in

this was fun. these random, conglomerate of pics.

i shall post more BB pics again.

ps- exhausting day today. work from 8:30-5pm.
then tash's commencement from 6-10pm.
GOOD NITE! xoxo.

Monday, June 28, 2010

feeling grey

let's lie and say that it's alright. IT'S ALRIGHT. let's lie and say that it's alright when we fight together. let's say we're happy even though. EVEN THOUGH. let's be happy even though we know we're both done trying.

how would we know that we'd both end up crying? THEY SAY LET GO. i guess we're still stuck trying. i'm getting nervous. i'm lost in this heartbreak. how long will this love kick me down?

it started innocent at first. AT FIRST. it started with some sweetheart words that i strung together. and then we saw each other's eyes. EACH OTHER'S EYES. and it was like seeing the starry night for the very first time.

remember when we both said it's forever. COME ON BABY, were we just being clever? i'm getting nervous. i'm lost in this heartbreak. how long will this love kick me down?

ph: grey spring 2010

 they say it happens all the time. ALL THE TIME. that early love will make you blind as a sun eclipsing. but we just drove, passed all the signs. ALL THE SIGNS. not caring what the wise might say. and what we might be missing.


lyrics: hawksley workman.

keep me warm

ph: arturo oliva pedura

ph: balmain spring 2010

ph: 3.1 phillip lim

ph: givenchy

Saturday, June 26, 2010

the water

"Michael was dead and the sun was still shining. She let the smoke from her ciggie rise, hoping he could smell it, and remember. But Paris was gone. There was no Blaise or little Jeanne. They would never live on one of those houseboats, growing papyrus on tire rafts in the Seine. Never sit out on its deck, her head on his shoulder, as the water slapped against the side of the boat, and the lights from the bridges came on."

"How could he not remember? It was like not remembering his name, like forgetting the colour of the sky. She remembered everything, everything. How they carried the last of the boxes down from the street and collapsed on the enormous couch that someone had managed to haul down there. The way the light streaked the wide planks of the floor and filled the windows with trees.
Michael stretching out his lanky shoulders in his peculiar gesture, wedging his wrist behind the joint and pressing the whole arm forward, first one and then the other, as he surveyed the box-filled room, the rough posts that held up the ceiling. Then he slipped his arm around her waist, pressing his head to hers.
She loved that best."
ph: ariellez

ph: margaret durow

"Each man kills the thing he loves. That's what Oscar Wilde said. Why does each man kill the thing he loves? she'd asked him that day at Dante's View. Hot and smoggy, the sunset coming a little earlier each day, heady with the scent of laurel sumac, the bright pungent green that was the smell of California, merging with the smell of water in the little oasis... Reading The Ballad of Gaol, a small book, an owl embossed on its cover, the pages thin as onion skins. It was about a man on his way to be executed...

ph: ashlie chavez
...That line kept coming up. I don't get it. Why would you kill the thing you loved? And he had replied so quietly it took a few seconds for it to register. You kill it before it kills you. But he was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Sitting here on a bench in the Loewy family plot, she knew you killed it by accident. Thinking you were doing something else. It was a cherished vase that broke while you were cleaning it. The phone rang and you dropped it. Shattering, when all you wanted was to keep it safe."
ph: javier izquierdo

ph: ola rindal

ph: sarah hermans

"She couldn't even remember what that had felt like. Like Michael, not remembering. We loved each other once...Didn't we? The love in the picture had gone missing, like an arm she'd lost in a war, leaving only the sensation of absence. Her face, so full of belief that it would all just go on and on."

Paint it Black by: Janet Fitch


i am really pathetic

BUT i do like to make people smile...

Thursday, June 24, 2010


(i also love this name for a girl.)

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

be smart, READ

"Blanca collected books from the trash and at jumble sales and at church-fair bins the way other people rescued orphans. She kept a stack of books near the tub so she could read in the bath, even though the edges of the pages turned moldy.

She read on trains and on buses, which often made her late as she was forever missing her stop. She could not sit at a restaurant without a book in her hands and sometimes she became so engrossed she forgot her cutlet or her pasta or her dinner companion completely.

[Someone] suggested that perhaps Blanca was creating a buffer between the real world and the imagined world. In response Blanca had laughed, something her friends rarely heard. 'Well good for me. I can't think of anything I'd like more.'"

-Skylight Confessions by: Alice Hoffman.

(this is so me, it's creepy.)

ph: venus in furs.

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?

We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us."

-Franz Kafka.

ph: viktor vauthier.

"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me,
I know that is poetry."

-Emily Dickinson.

"Show me the books he loves and I shall know the man
far better than through mortal friends."

-Dawn Adams.

"She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain."  

-Louisa May Alcott.

ph: fourth and bleeker.

"When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young.

-Maya Angelou.

-thanks to byron for introducing me to this song.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

forever young

press play and share the moment.

can i be forever young please?
i wish...