i'm right here

I guess I owe everyone an apology for my constant absence. I don't really have an excuse this time - I've just been lazy. And school ended. And you know what that means, right? One Direction fangirling, (THEY'RE COMING TO VANCOUVER IN ABOUT TWO WEEKS GAH) food, sleeping in, going to bed at 2:30, food, food, and shopping. 

And food.

The last time I posted on this blog was February 28th, 2013. It's July 9th. What.


I graduated elementary school. Now I go to a fine arts high school - I'm in the drama department ( same high school as Grimes WHAT ).

(I am on the right, if you remember how my face looks like. My dress is from Modcloth. To the left is my friend Devann. She looks adorable.)

I have developed this unconditional and eternal admiration for one Marilyn Monroe. I did a PIP (personal interest project) on her at school, after selecting 'old movies' as my topic. I narrowed it down to Marilyn as the original topic was much too broad for a grade seven project that was to be completed in a month. Marilyn Monroe was a good excuse to begin watching her movies (I really only watched Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and Some Like It Hot twice). My project went well and I ended up drawing her. The eyes are kinda wonky and she looks like a combination of Taylor Swift (eugh) and Christine Baranski. 

(That is my current face, well at least half of it. I've started to wear YSL purple mascara and I am absolutely in love with it. It's different. But my eyes are natural here.)

I even named my Tumblr URL after Marilyn Monroe. (The following explanation can be found also in the About Me page on my Tumblr. I basically just reblog the prettiest pictures I can find, occasionally uploading one that I took. 

in my favourite movie some like it hot featuring the goddess marilyn monroe, jack lemmon, and tony curtis, two men (lemmon and curtis) disguise themselves as women in order to join an all-female band touring to florida. their reason? to avoid gangsters who they are in trouble with. while travelling with this band, they meet sugar, the lead singer of this girl band and also played by marilyn monroe - 
who happens to be beautiful - as well as none too bright - and attracting the attention of lemmon and curtis’ characters. what does this have to do with del coronado? well, while in florida, the band in some like it hot stays at the ‘seminole ritz hotel’, which so happens to be named the hotel del coronado in real life. aside from this nerdy story, many stars, including charlie chaplin, george harrison, barbra streisand, and oprah winfrey have all stayed that this hotel. it is also rumoured to be a haunted hotel because ofthis occurrence
and also, it was the most clever and unused url i could think off. 

I wouldn't say that my style has changed since when I first started this blog, I believe it's just developed.  Which is basically 'changed'. So. 
I'll say that it has become a little bit more into the basics. I haven't lost interest in fashion. I love designers and learning about them, as well as drooling over Juergen Teller and Petra Collins photographs. I dream to one day wear Chanel and Miu Miu and Valentino. But for now, I'm a little bit more into wearing basics, like tee shirts and jeans. My hair, still blonde, just red-less, is about down to my forearm. I'm also one of the tallest people I know. (That sounds weird, go home grammar, you're drunk) 

My music taste is just weird. I listen to Ke$ha and Nicki Minaj and then I listen to Sky Ferreira and David Bowie. My music motto - music is music. Despite the artist or background, a song is a song, and album is an album. If you like the song, you can listen to the song. It shouldn't matter who wrote or preformed the song, you like the song itself and you should be allowed to enjoy it. If you don't like the song, don't listen to it. End. Of. Story. GUESS WHAT GUYS, I CAN RAP NICKI MINAJ'S SUPER BASS AND GUESS WHAT 

(If you've never seen Fred Armisen as a girl then you've never lived)

My favourite artists include: Sky Ferreira, Lana Del Rey, Ed Sheeran, Florence and the Machine, and Robyn. And One Direction. And Katy Perry. And Marina and the Diamonds. 
My favourite songs right now: 
Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey
Off to the Races - Lana Del Rey
Crown on the Ground - Sleigh Bells
Teen Idle - Marina and the Diamonds
Wake Me Up - Ed Sheeran
Power - Kanye West
Demons - Imagine Dragons
Steve Maqueen - M83
Bad Girls - M.I.A.

I also started to write for the new online magazine Outsider. I do diary entries and maybe the occasional article. 
And yes, I still write for fun! Maybe not as frequent as I was when I was a tad younger - I find that imagination gradually dies as you age, and inspiration becomes the drought it was meant to be and that you must scavenge for it. I find that as you become older and wiser, and as you keep growing your skills, the passion in this writing grows with you, years of experience being replaced with phrases and words and strings of eloquent letters. So bear with me. Quality, not quantity, as my grade seven teacher would have said. Or was it my grade six teacher? Ah, elementary school was so yesterday. 

I am thinking about starting a new Tumblr. Like this blog, but on Tumblr. I have to say that I enjoy the layout and html work way better than Blogspot, no offence. I think that this new blog could be much more updated on who I am and what I am doing. Blogspot tends to be more work for one post. This Tumblr wouldn't be only reblogged pictures of food and models - maybe the occasional Frappacino - but it would be my posts and updates. Tumblr would allow me to make a blog that visually represents me more, rather than just using a standardized and boring theme.  Thoughts? Opinions? Hello? 
Keep in mind that this blog would still be up, so people can have nostalgic episodes and or montages of past posts. I did that a few minutes ago. No judgement. 

Message me or comment what you think!

So that's about it - not a Photo Shoot of Death or shoutout post, just a plain ol' cup of 'this is how it is'.  I'm really happy that I did this. I hope you all are doing amazing and I truly appolagize for the lack of posts. If you need to contact me, here is are my current links.

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you and i

The left arrow key on this keyboard is giving out.
I had to start somewhere, hi!
Happy belated Valentines day. Guess what? I'm thirteen! Happy belated birthday to me.
Right now I'm writing a story about a teenage girl. I won't give the rest away, except for the fact that she thinks she only has one more year to live. It's in a rough, rough, state.

The rest of today's post is going to be rather small because it's deep and embarrassing.

So everybody, I know what high school I'm going to. It's been a weird couple of weeks. 
I'm really happy that I'm graduating, leaving this nest. But I guess that this couple of weeks I've realized that everybody I see everyday is going to be saying goodbye to each other, everybody I've built my childhood upon, every morning I've spent learning with these people, it's all going to be parting ways. We'll have to start again at the bottom of another school, the majority of us never going to see the other half again. I'll have to part with one of my best friends, and blog, I'm so scared. 
I like my life at this elementary school. I've taken it for granted before but I'm terrified of saying goodbye to it. It's a second home to me, literally. It's my life right now, my very instance. Most of what I do is there. Most of what I've done is there. I've practically lived there. Now I'm expected to pack my bags and try again somewhere else. 

I got into my first choice of high schools - a fine arts school. I got accepted for drama. I didn't get to celebrate because I was sick. But my mom woke me up with the good news, and it was all I needed. 

Sometimes I'm worried that I'm going crazy, because I get home-sick. At home. I'll cry over memories from last week. Hell, I'll cry over memories from yesterday. Good or bad. Sometimes it makes me feel like I'm going insane. Yesterday, last month in a half, four months ago. Whatever it is, I'll cry. I don't know why. Maybe because I'm counting down my days until I graduate and I'm just bracing myself for the big goodbye in June. 

The memories that I cry most about are from last summer of 2012. Everything was so perfect. I don't know why it was. I was unconditionally happy. The only things that mattered were in the moment. I was sane, it was beautiful. I'm worried that nothing will ever be as close to perfect as that again. My throat closes up, my tears start to string. I close my bedroom door and just let them fall. Like I was born to remember.    


self centred post

Gemstones of the world

I've always adored this childhood artifact, despite the fact that is lacking a Ruby

Well, merry Christmas everyone! I wasn't late, what are you talking about. If anything, I'm fashionably late for my Christmas post. And besides, this way, I can wish everyone a happy New Year. 
It's a win-win. 

For Christmas, I was spoiled. I didn't plan on being spoiled, but I was. And I thank everyone who contributed to this. And the people who didn't contribute, merely ignore my bragging. I have a tendency to boast sometimes, and I must say before I begin, it is unintentional. 
On December 25th, I received the following -
-a Sargent Pepper's (hopefully you all know that I am referring to the Beatles) jigsaw puzzle (perhaps a photo in an upcoming post *hint hint* *nudge nudge*) 
-clothes, including this shirt (and an *awesome* Harvard University shirt from Leora)

-a pretty fancy hairdryer
-writing books <<<<3333 p="p">
-and finally, a Tiger Beat magazine, mostly for its poster aspect (*cough*...One Direction...*cough*) 

I hope you all were all pleased (and beyond) as I was, you guys are the best. 

P.S. I also went to the Paul McCartney concert in November! It was just. I'm unable to even. I started to cry when I found out I was going with my (the best) dad (ever), because I was beginning to realize I had no hope of going, considering it was the night before, and then while I was eating my peas my dad started to hint at it and before I knew it I was chocking and sobbing and as "unable to even"as I was writing the last sentence. We had the so-called worst seats of the house, but I didn't care. Up against the very, very, yes very last wall, a right angle to the stage, I could still see Sir Paul singing such hits as Blackbird and Live And Let Die. Last minute production holds made me believe in miracles, folks. 

Peace and love, happy New Years, pugs not drugs

or monkeys not drugs, which ever floats your boat

Bottom 2 photos found on Google images, credit to owners. If one of them is yours, feel free to email me about removal or whatnot. In fact, send me an email anyways. What is this social interaction you speak of? 


big dreams gangster

This is only about 9/193809 of the pictures Colette and I take.
I think the FAQ video has been postponed. All the questions I've received are amazing, but I've, for some reason, found it hard to put it onto video form. What is this "camera" you speak of? Where did it come from? Who sent you? The questions will be used in either a future post or video.
I've decided to do a tutorial instead. You'll see. Soon.



I went to a funeral on Saturday for a great uncle I didn't know well.

It started off like any other family event, the beginning awkward, well at least for me, since I wasn't familiarized with the other kids there as well as I had been with them at the ends of reunions passed.
It was when my great uncle Russell's daughter was showing my dad and me the shrine they had put together, presenting his work boots and artifacts, his life shelved on a cabinet, ours admiring it.
I don't know why, but it made me teary, especially when sharing stories about my grandpa, who passed years before.
But thankfully, a group of my cousins invited me for a game of hide and go seek. I accepted.

We all piled into a random car as somebody counted. We giggled.

It was all fun. Our family, when put into funeral situations, is chilled. We cry, but we usually end up drinking and laughing. As for me, getting my share of the dessert table's brownies. Because, like, brownies.
And then, more sappy things happened. But I guess you shouldn't care in this type of scenario. You're celebrating someone's life, which means not just the hilarity in it. The slideshow was going to be on in the living room of the suburban house we were at. I sat near the front, next to Russell's grandkids and daughters and sons, and I felt guilty for being such an insignificant spec at this memorial. But it went on, so did the movie.
The slideshow was about twenty minutes of me trying to hold back indescribable tears. They started to string from my eyes and I attempted to wipe them away with my H&M boy's blazer, though it was hard. The saddest part was when a picture of my great uncle Russell and his wife, Irene, came on the screen before us, and we all sighed in a choked up kind of way. Then, from the mouth of a what, two or three year old kid, came the words, "Nana and Papa", recognizing the very alive couple on the screen. It had me questioning, pondering, like the subject of a feel good Disney movie. But this inquiry was so much deeper and strangling, the existence of one. Being.