I could not have asked for more! (thanks Canada Post)

Just as I am really down and out, feeling like total crap about school after my presentation today, I receive this in the mail. I hesitate, seeing it is from UQAM, sure it is some fine or library recall... lo and behold, it is my wee ray of sunshine, in the form of a simple letter.
Of note: The letter comes from the office of the Secretary of Instances... if that is not enough of a sign...really!

Fuzzy pink

The CN/Wellington surveillance tower like you have never seen it...as you will remember, this is my new obsession. I will not, however, go to the point of making a fuzzy pink scaled model (complete with psychedelic hot pink backlit windows and chimney blowing soap bubbles, as well as accompanying illustrations of military invasion by G.I. Jane/Martha Stewart wedding-cake-baking commandos). At least, I hope not...

What Not to Wear

Ok, so the analogies are none too subtle.

I have just thrown out my fave pair of pants: army khakis made out of this silky material with a drawstring and big bulky pockets on the sides. These were in now way flattering and now strictly 'house wear' (apart from laundry day and the grocery store...oh, this is like that show!), being way too big, yet soooo comfy! They were also getting more and more 'airy'; I noticed last night they were holed to the point of being shorts, holding their pant identity by a mere string.

So, this morning, faced with the choice of either throwing them in the hamper and hoping a wash might give them a new lease on life (or, at least, stretch out their life by a few more good wears before I needed to bid them Adieu), and tossing them in the trash, I tossed them in the trash. I could just keep a pocket, as a future patch on something? Hmm, they aren't so bad, I could make short-shorts? Legwarmers? A headband? A rag? NO! I have other pants!!! The trash pick-up is not until Monday, and hopefully, I will not pluck them out of there before then. Despite my attachment (I hear them calling my name now, 'SAVE me!'), once they are gone, I will move on to another pair...

Now, if only relationships were so simple to discard from one's wardrobe. (I have to stop watching TLC...)

A new day

Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom in the tree
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when the day is done
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Yeah freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me

And I'm feeling good

[Lyrics to 'Feeling Good', Nina Simone]

I take it back

am feeling pretty good in shoved status (and am talking to myself through MSN personal messages, which means I am peeved, flustered, annoyed and just plain fed up of post-bs that seems almost more exhausting that initial bs)

When push comes to shove

How odd is it that a fight makes me feel good? Every time... like a storm before my clear-headed calm, where I see things for what they are (or are not) and just chill and say 'whatever'.
Also, that I finally manage to get a wee something that normally would not have peeked its head out of its hole, beit an answer, reaction, or whatnot. I get a much needed clarification that helps me along my way. Oh, this makes it sound like I am just begging for a confrontation. If so, it is completely unknowingly (if only naïve me could be so calculative and I could have such timing!). Why would I push if I do not want to be shoved?

oubli total

What was I supposed to do again when this happened? I forget...

Spring break

ie soon Spring (feeling pale)
ie 'reading' week
ie break [-up, -down, -beat, -dance, -fast]
ie my potential for stupidness during a holiday
ie no schedule to abide to
ie catching up
ie winding down
ie a pause, time to chill before whatever is next
ie a cleaner apartment (thanks to kickass new toys)
ie what day of the week are we again?
ie following my own beat for a while...

Agree to disagree

When you spend more time explaining and defending what you meant rather then openly communicating, really, what is the point? Why be honest and willing if you just get smacked in the face? I'm not sure I am even willing anymore...no matter how good a person I am.

Advantage of being single no.374

Flannel cloud sheets. Perfect for a chilly night, and no man would tolerate them.

Come under my umbrella

[video to be added soon, credits G]
An idea becomes and experience. The orange umbrella, as lived by anonymous. The highlight of any creator's work is to have someone 'live and breathe' what you have been obsessed with for over a year. This moment.

The Fukluvs

Reunited, recomposed, reconstituted and stronger than ever.
I received a cd full of memories tonight (what great timing), reminding me of a great trio's escapades during a great summer. Pics uploaded on Flickr are not taken by me, but they are essential to my virtual photo album, as these memories are essential to me.

Frankly, most of these pics, I did not even know existed, and I nearly cried when I saw that these great moments had been captured... Thanks G!

Happy belated V-day

[The image that for me has always represented love - her glasses, him watching over her]

Nah

I deserve better. I deserve more. I deserve someone who can love me.

Integrity

I am who I am. A work-in-progress, not perfect, just me, happy as me, for me, and not for anyone else. Here I am, all grown-up.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/48907407@N00/sets/1541567/

Presents

To be edited later, but I actually find this all rpetty hilarious right now...how very lame boys are at gift-giving, and how very lame girls are at gift-receiving...

Not yet

Wednesday, go away, please come back some other day.

1=2

Don't argue with me, 1=2. I can prove it, thanks to you.

My new obsession

A few of the 237 pics I took on a rainy/sunny/cloudy/ hot/ cold day now on Flickr. Only a day like that could give such great texture to the building. Only a day like that could be such a great escape. I will always have my passion. Always.

Technically...it's Wednesday

Helen Frankenthaler, Midnight 2002 [my favorite artist]

Keep out

As tempting as it may be, sometimes you have to heed such warnings.

Do not disturb [immersed in creation]

The first of many recent pics. Hopefully, I will soon upload them on Flickr for your viewing enjoyment. Am very excited about this new project. And this eagerness is like finding an old friend which I missed so dearly. Stay tuned!

self-inflicted wounds

Since Friday, my life has been utterly incomprehensible. All these forgotten emotions resurfacing, all these unexpected life-altering crisis', this series of freak events, piling up, all on top of an especially weak emotional constitution. And then I exploded. As did my door handle (it stayed in my hand as I was rushing out late last night, locking me in - I insisted and jammed it back, just long enough to swing the door open and have it stay in my hand again. Why would it not let me out, this was an emergency!), as did the electricity (power failure on the entire street and computer shutdown), as did my keyboard (as I went to type an important email), as did everything and everyone I touched.

Today, I picked up the pieces. The door handle is being fixed (I can hear the owner now banging away at it). The power is back (but I lost the record of the conversation at the time on the comp, like it didn't even happen, but it did). The mail was sent and my normal mental state is back (a four hour walk was necessary). But some broken things might just stay broken. All I can do is to do nothing.

I'm sorry