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Love sick home
March 19, 2010, 11:53 am
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Dear Jynessa,

Last night I had a dream about Ram. Hahaha. And other Torontoish things. Maybe I’m beginning to become homesick.My predicament and my shenanigans was my zombie like behaviour- not sleeping cuz of coffee. My plane ride here was frightening because of the turbulence and we were in a little plane and there were only 5 passengers. The only plus was being able to walk up the plane like a president.  My flight back is tomorrow morning. Shall we go to the Jap film festival? Or just go to all things tea? And TALK up a storm.

Last night my cousin and I went to a poetry slam/open mic night at a cafe with an art space. OH YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED IT. There were 2 girls there that played 2 songs. They reminded me of us. The whole time the singer was standing with her legs wide open and the guitar girl a little one, was so engrossed by her guitar. This truly beautiful poet also performed last night. His name is Anis Mojgani. It was so unreal, I wanted to cry. I think we should visit here one day. I tell you, this is the place. Like if we were to open up a teashop, it would be here. This place has got me so inspired. Oh dear. I hope I come home and actually make good art.

As for the future, I thought I had it all figured out. Turns out I wasn’t even close. Although I’ve come up with a new plan that will hopefully be approved by the guidance counselor.

My ears hurt from these damn clip on earrings.



RAA nostalgia
March 18, 2010, 8:55 am
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This was Tuesday night. Your shall receive the concrete version the next time I see you again.

Dear Jynessa,

I am in Providence, Island. It is currently 3:22 in the morning. I am terribly nostalgic because I am listening to RAA. I cant fucking sleep. I am writing you this letter because I cant’ stop thinking about all of us- growin up and changin. I also watched a brutal movie that was showing in a beautiful theatre called AVON- very historical even more beautiful than Carlton. I’m sorry I didn’t reply to your message about BSS. I was terribly stressed that night. I miss our old times. We’ve all marched on like shithead kids. The air is becoming unbearable tonight. This place is a mix between New York and San Fran. This city is a gem. It’s the cutest. New England houses are so cute. Hey, Emma Watson goes to Brown University here. I think that’s the school I want to go to for Enviro Studies. The future is a scary place. I am starving right now. I had a delicious Cafe Mocha today but I’m in a slight predicament. OH FUCK. I wrote on the front of my cousin’s sketchbook. I’m an idiot, a sleep deprived idiot. Caffeine has a really effect on me. I don’t think that’s every going to change. I miss us terribly, but I am learning to accept the way things are. I hope you go to Paris, I wish I was going with. I feel sorry for my cousin, I hope she is not disturbed by my shinanigans. The air is on. It is NOT cheesy, I defs still think so. My plane ride here was really scary. The cafes here are so quaint. They have farm co-ops eek. There are lots of funky Djs! Countless of them. I think that this might be my new home. It might be God’s Providence. I know you don’t believe in that but whateves you know me.  3:36 Am sleep all days is on.

I’m still hungry.

So. I must’ve used terribly 3 times in there. Sorry about that.



Share that beat of love
June 28, 2009, 5:45 pm
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Wow it has been quite a while since we’ve updated. It seems that our views are starting to succumb to nothingness so its high time I blog about something.

So it’s finally SUMMER! The sun has just come out after a day of tears from the clouds so I felt that putting a flower in my hair would be appropriate. As a result, it inspired me to write an entry.

Events so far?

Hm. Well we all know that Michael Jackson- the uber all-around entertainer- no one can compare to artist has passed away. I have to be honest, I am guilty of putting down the come back tour because it seemed to be like a plot to get some money. It saddens me that his death was the only way I realized how much of a true artist he really was. I definitely admired him before and enjoyed his music but now I have an even bigger appreciation for him. I guess that’s life huh. Oh but there’s also that part of me that thinks it’s all a big fake just because hes Michael Jackson. I have a whole scenario in my head where the media one day will announce that the joke’s on all of us- that he’s only doing this to see how people would react if his demise was to occur. I’M STILL WAITING.

On another note, I think summer vacation has already started for me. For a while I didn’t feel like it’s started just because nothing exciting enough or interesting enough has happened. I don’t really remember what triggered this notion but it doesn’t really matter. I’ve been doing a lot of gardening lately and I’m really enjoying it.  I’m starting to become more and more like my mother, not that that’s a bad thing but it’s just amusing and I guess inevitable. I’ve also been reading Side Effects by Woody Allen. It’s so comical yet so meaningful- I LOVE IT.

Tata for now!

-m



let’s have a ball
June 15, 2009, 5:19 pm
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Good news! I have finally defeated by evil nemesis, also known as Math. After looking over the 4 sheets of paper binded by a staple and trembling hands I handed it in . Soon after I saw my troubles pass me by! My weekend was quite enjoyable especially the Brazilian guitar performance+more that I witnessed in the Harbourfront’s music garden. That’s not all, prior to that I encountered a very nice man that helped me with my strap and filter needs.  My sister also came home last night from her beloved city- Boston. She purchased for me a white porcelain tea cup that just warmed by heart. It says on it, ‘My cup of tea’ which came after she said “I bought this for you because…” It’s one of those strung days when I’m feeling zingy. I picked up my developed photos and above are some results. I still have a lot to work on but I think I’m gradually improving…I hope.

This is probably the longest entry I’ve written. I hope you didn’t yawn too much as you skimmed through that.

Happy days and nights!

p.s Check out the tune Animal by Miike Snow.  {consider yourself getting into my head} “I change shapes just to hide in this place but I’m still, I’m still an animal”

-m



Camera madness
June 6, 2009, 7:21 pm
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I’ve been in the search for an SLR and I finally found one! It turned out I bought the exact one I’ve been using for school. I love my rents although I wish I could say  I shed blood, sweat and tears for this. Unfortunately for my self satisfaction, I didn’t.

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Can’t wait for the rebirth of summer! Things seem to be looking up even though they don’t seem to be going as planned. I really need to find a better source of income namely becoming an employee.

Photos to come.

🙂



from OSCAR WILDE to Us.
June 5, 2009, 10:14 pm
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THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

Preface

The artist is the creator of beautiful things.

To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.

The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material

his impression of beautiful things.

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming.

This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated.

For these there is hope.

They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.

Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of realism is

the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is

the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.

The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.

No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is

an unpardonable mannerism of style.

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.

Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.

From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician.

From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type.

All art is at once surface and symbol.

Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that

the work is new, complex, and vital.

When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does
not admire it.

The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless.

 


road to suburbia
May 2, 2009, 4:21 pm
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One’s descent.