It's all a process of development.

Moving on... it's one of the most challenging experiences any individual can go through.

Most commonly associated with the fluctual bonds of a romantic relationship, it can also be associated with loss, such as the loss of a job, or the loss of a loved one. It can be associated with achievement, for example, leaving the comfort of a post-secondary institution, hard earned (and slightly expensive) degree in hand, to venture boldly into the professional world. It can also be associated with one of the most basic processes in biology.

That process is growth.

There's something daunting about witnessing growth. It's safe to say that the majority of us are not fans of change; however, without change -- growth, the universe would be nothing but a infinite pile of nothingness.

Every living entity goes through this process of natural development; some slower than others, some with the capability to grow past their initial biological make-up, and some with the potential to grow on multiple levels...

The final product of your growth may differentiate you from other fish in the sea, or may allow you to enter into a prestigious sect.
The idea of growth, moving on from one stage of development to another, can be frightening and exciting; whether you're ready to witness this development, or you experience this change directly, it still happens.
At the end of the day, all you really can do is embrace the situation. Make the best of it. Manipulate the result to your best benefit.

If we are uncertain of anything in this mysterious universe, one thing we are certain of, is that we are here for growth. To witness and administer the growth of our bodies, minds, hearts, and if we're lucky enough, our souls.

Photo's from the Worm Hole: Jizz.

Ohhhh, yesss... pulled this one out of the volt.

My nuit blanche.

Pictures to remember, I tells ya.

A picture of my heart.

This is a picture of my heart.


Actually, it's a lot better than that... but where the hell was this picture when I was walking down Queen St. at 1am?!

Huh?? Where was it?!

I know a couple unfortunate (Or should I say, FORTUNATE -- to have experienced emotional humility, I mean.) amis with a heart similar to this one. I do wish them all the best.

I'm not in any pain at the moment. I guess I should be thankful.

Tips for a Better Life!

Tip: Always be nice to the service person and they'll always give you the best service -- or make you the best ice cream sundae, in my case.

Drowsy Talk

There's a good chance I might get to sleep before 5am tonight... but here's hoping.

Clarification.

If there was ever a time when an individual wrote on a subject, where every single person whom read it completely understood the meaning behind the words, I truly believe that it would be a day when we (as a SPECIES) would rise to the highest level of cognitive activity, to the point where alchemy would not only be possible, but elementary -- amateur, even!

What the hell am I trying to say?

I'm saying that the second I write something remotely close to a rant, everyone thinks it's about them. I'm sorry you feel that way. Please don't.

You know, sometimes, it's based on the amount of ahborrence I harbor for Jenny on 'Gossip girl,' or it's inspired by a situation that a friend of mine is going through. Fact is, it's probably not about you. I had a dream about Lord Voldermort a few weeks ago. Scared the shit out of me.

ROM

So I went to the Royal Ontario Museum (ROM) today. Favorite parts were definitely the Greek statues and, of course, the galleries of Egypt.

Can you believe how close they let me get to the exhibits?!

...WOW, JUST KIDDING. I was at Museum station.

Picking Daisy's

He loves me... He loves me not...

Art

Anybody can aesthetically transfer a real life image onto paper. Whether it's:
Abstract Art...














Pop Art...












Realism...











Surrealism...











or any other form of art, it still remains as a classic description of our spirit's essence and universal freedom.
One thing I've noticed with art over the years, is that while an artist can master landscapes, or portraits, the one thing they can never seem to perfect are the eyes of a subject; pupils hold, in reality, way too much depth -- as they say, the eyes are the window to the soul, and that in itself is incredibly challenging to translate on paper. After all, we artists only transfer the physical perceptions to paper, and nothing else.











So when I look at a portrait, I look at the eyes, to see if the artist was talented and observant
enough to capture the depth needed to make you feel the artistry. This is why I don't do many portraits. However, there was one artist at my high school, who captured that essence in a charcoal sketch of George Clooney. It was gorgeous. He was perfectly imperfect; she even managed to draw in that glisten his eyes have, near the central cortex, and moreover, managed to draw in the heaviness around his eyes -- when I look at his eyes, I get the sense of compassion for humanity, but also, humanity's burden. I felt that when I looked at her sketch.

I look for feeling in abstract art, because it's this art that is the feeling in itself. That art is the feeling that has been captured in time by the artist. It's freedom from every form of oppression known to man, because there is no format. You are to interpret it as you wish. You are to feel what you wish. You are to take from it what you wish, as opposed to a classical landscape painting, of which is just a picture, beautiful in itself, but you are meant to feel the feeling the artist wishes you to feel -- you have no choice. Surrealism does this, as well, but it makes me extremely uncomfortable. I don't know if it's the mediums they use to construct their pieces, but generally, surrealist's are disturbed in some way; overall, I like art that gives you a chance to think and feel. Art that makes you feel is the best art.

The Rant (One and Only) -- The Edit

You know what's annoying? When people make me hate other people, or inanimate objects that are only working to bring some exuberance to my mundane life. Also, these bug me:

• The Conservative Government: You say you're 'conservative', but I don't see much conservation -- you're clearly radicalists, spending my tax dollars on everything in the world, but education and poor people.

• Rants: Fuck you people and your rants. I hate blogs about rants, and now I'm ranting because of you fuckers.

You know what else is annoying?
Generally, when people feel they can always have their cake and eat it, too -- here's the thing, if I can't consume...

Five slices of watermelon, an extra-large sized poutine (with extra cheese), two pieces of boiled corn, two cheeseburgers and two full glasses of milk at the same time without puking my intestines out, there's no way in Wonderland that I'll stand by and watch you have your cake and eat mine, too.

Trust me. I will work my lazy ass to its core to make sure that your life is just as fair as mine.

End Note...
I understand that we are all human, we all do things we're not proud of, but if you're gonna dance, then DANCE; If you're gonna run, then RUN; If you're gonna eat, then EAT; And if you're going to be a bitch, then BE ONE.

Works

An incredible piece of work from Polish artist, Zdzisław Beksiński (I can't say his name either).
The muted tones really compliment the feelings of hopelessness in the painting.

I fee like this sometimes.

"You betta werq, giiiirl."

Insight on Relationships

Imported from msn.com:

In times of stress, we look to our relationships to help us through. This may be why traffic to online dating sites spikes when the Dow falls, says Gian Gonzaga, Ph.D., a senior research scientist at eHarmony Labs and an affiliate faculty member at UCLA.

But while singles start new relationships in times of stress, people who are already coupled up may find that stress damages their couplehood. "Stress has a tendency to get under the skin of a relationship," Gonzaga says. It does this, in part, by eating away at your self-control and weakening the resources that usually stop you from, say, dropping sarcastic wisecracks on your spouse.

"Self-control functions like a muscle," says Eli Finkel, Ph.D., a professor of psychology at Northwestern University. "If you've been implementing a lot of self-control in other domains, you'll have less left over for your relationship." So after you spend a day at the office trying not to say or do anything that will cost you your job, you may not have the resources left to handle even the smallest argument with your wife.

The Joy's of the Single Life.

Who ever coined the phrase, "men live on Mars, women live on Venus," was possibly one of the most brilliant minds of our time - they truly were not lying.

The dissimilarities between men and women are incredibly vast: so vast, that they stretch far beyond our galaxy's light years, to the point that their entities were generated on two separate galactic bodily plains of existence (evidently, Venus and Mars). Moreover, while both genders live side by side on this salient, circular structure of liquid and dirt, their psyche still seem to dwell on their respective planets.



I mean, really. Isn't it true? Men are complete opposites in comparison to women, and yet, without each other, there would be none of us. Yes, without both the male and female sex, and their... extra-curricular activities, we would be seemingly non-existent as a species.



Recently, the universe has involuntarily kicked my reluctant ass back into the 'single world', and goodness gracious, I couldn't wait to get out of it faster (quick plea to the universe!).

I have 'friends' getting upset with me for opting to focus on my financial responsibilities instead of attending their unimportant social functions; random messages and text's wanting to know how I am, or what my plans are; invites to hang out with guys I haven't seen in ages! All because they want to occupy my vaginal quarters.

I'd rather die a nun. Other than that, I don't have much else to say about it. :)

A Message To Plastics

Some people are fake. To you (and you know who you are), I dedicate this blog:

Take our fat thumbs and shove it up your plastic asses.
Fuck you, and have a nice life -- I'll be enjoying mine without you in it :)

Rings

I wear them. They make me feel secure. Almost like when a lover is holding me. I feel confident in myself. I feel unique. I feel like I don't care about what you think about me. I feel like the most content me. And it makes me want to do things with my hands.

In short, it makes me feel bad ass.

09/08/07

A very special boy was born 3 years ago, this day.
I love you, Xander.

Too Fake

Currently, how I feel about life... and you.

"Time Flies."

While browsing http://www.erickwithnok.com (a fellow blogger), I stumbled up on this picture. Underneath, he wrote: "Remember that episode of the Simpsons where Lisa gets married in the future? Time flies."

Yeah, man. Time really does fly. There were electric trees in that episode!

When you need a bed.

I've done this one too many times on the TTC.

Excuse me, while I die of laughter.

So, Mrlvin put this video on his facebox page. This kid he cracks me the fuck up, I swear. Everyone needs to watch this. He reminds me of this guy I went to elementary with. If I were conducting this interview, I would be laughing my ass of.

Here's a comment I wrote on Mrlvin's link to the video on facebox:
"...hahahahahaha -- I CAN'T GET OVER THIS. You know, the interviewer asked the kid what his favorite part was, but the kid thought he asked what his favorite PARK was; hence the random swing talk. SO FUNNY."

No joke. It's quite hilario'.

Pretty Little Liars.

HAHA!!

A scene from Pretty Little Liars. I laughed HILARIOUSLY at this part.
How embarrassing! The blond girl asked her to help put her new bra on, and after the dark-haired girl kissed her neck, the blond girl flipped out!

I'd put the scene itself up... but I like this imagery thing going on here.

BTW, the girl with the dark hair is my FEMALE CRUSH! She's so PRETTY!

Blast from the Past: Doctor's Notes

This was originally from one of my facebook albums. I had to put it up, man.

Dear Janice,

Here's a doctor's note I waited almost 3 hours to get, for that sprained ankle I lied to you about, so I could skip my shift last week...

(you fucking cunt :D)

The Importance of Recycling.

In this photo, we have one of my very good amis: the lovely, absolutely adorable, always-picture-perfect, Kristina "TinTin" Cameron.

Here she is, demonstrating that you don't have to be past one's prime to recycle. You can be dainty and youthful, too.

THE MESSAGE:
Don't be a follower, be a LEADER.
RECYCLE YOUR SHIT.

Feelin' the Music.

There are an infinite number of musical artists out there, all whom love and respect the beauty of melody. However, regardless of whether they're performing in their basements, or are performing on a stage to millions of people, there is a distinguished sect of artists that stand out from the rest. I distinguish these artists by how much they feel their music.

Don't get me wrong, anyone can pick up a guitar and play it -- anyone can, but who's to say that they'll feel it? In reference to guitar, it's artists like Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton, and John Mayer that show this feeling -- it will, literally, look as though they're ready to fuck their guitars.

No joke, that is the feeling.

Now, this artist below, is one of my all time favorite artists. He's a fellow Toronto-nian and his name is Justin Nozuka.
If you don't know him, you should (ha).Every time I listen to him perform, I say "that boy's got soul" -- ALWAYS. I really do love this kid to death. I'm going to see him perform at the Phoenix in September, that will also be the day I die, again (I've seen him live before).

He's performing a song off his latest album, "You, I, Wind, Land & Sea," and it's good.

Have a listen.