we miss you

life.

i love life - that's become pretty generic. but that's my style, and i love the way i wear it. via radiance, maintenence and living the real, outlasting the bullshit and outlining the feel. the smells, the sights, the details in minor, and all things of access whether homemade or finer. creating for yourself and bustin ass to get it, stayin on top that when they call you out, you can bet it. i love life so much that i get all poetic, and happiness loves company, so call me magnetic. you gotta get past the dirt to appreciate the flower, and things become so sweet after tasting the sour. the books, the songs, the smell of your mom's room, all the things wedged under your chest that rest with you in the tomb; every single aspect, from losses to heartbreak to tough decisions, i love my life regardless, so get it how you live.

just... stuff.

i've had so much summer/sleeping in/late nights for the past week that i've officially lost track of my days, and it will take me a while to feel... harmony. so when i do, a post with substance is due. promise.

whenever i get off anything that is not operated by man - the train, an elevator, etc - i feel the urge to say "thank you" and i find myself having to bite my tongue more often than not. lmao i'm messed up, so kill me.

the hunger games - suzanne collins! an awesome book. already thrilled to go out and get the second part, "catching fire." this is not a girly book by any means (it's a break from my usual romantic comedies haha), in fact it was recommended to me by one of my good male friends! READ THAT SHIT. don't let your brain turn to mush.

it's so hot, that even when it isn't hot, it is still, really hot.

futurama, south park, family guy, etc.
teletoon at night, cartoon network, i could watch that shit for hours. HOURS i tell you.

back to work...every day... and the yearly summer sale is coming up thursday. i am terrified, to say the least. but meh something to do. come shop at aritzia :)

cuba next weekend omg. the more i say it out loud when asked, the sweeter it sounds and the better it feels to say it. wtf. cannnot waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait

For Father's day.

 

crazy.

stumbled upon this on facebook... haha


Planet Mars will be the brightest in the night sky starting August. It will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. This will cultivate on Aug. 27 when Mars comes within 34.65M miles off earth. Be sure to watch the sky on Aug. 27 12:30 am. It will look like the earth has 2 moons. The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287.

and Ron Artest? .... boy is just. NUTS.
peep his postgamin' flat out ridiculous-ness here. 

but at the end of the day i give a damn about ron artest haha. sure my team lost but i still love them, boston celtics ALL day baby..check KG's wife tho. damn. DAMN. (thanks to my new jersey livin friend Darnell for being all, KG's wife is hot blah blah)

 

ya boy

me: big hands are scary man
him: ....thats kinda hot
me: like rondo's hands
him: man rondo has weirdly large hands
him: frickin alien man
me: alien
me: the basketball gods created him
me: in space
me: and then threw him into our earth
him: LOL
me: but im serious :/
him: i think there is actually an intergalactic basketball association and he wasn't good enough so he became a free agent and then was drafted into the nba from outerspace and we all know the IBA is where its at
me: lmfao i think i just pissed my pants

stay poppin all day

i ain't know you, but i would love to get to know you.

it's summer.
it's time to get a water gun.
and get my water soaking game on, BOSS STYLE.

be my boo?


click here to learn the ways.

thanks to Marco Tran (@marcotran) for this link when i told him i wanted an ultimate super soaker hahaha. also! check him & two of my other friends out in this video, ADD all day baby!



main singer: Dave Paclibar
guitarist: Marco Tran
prop boy/kajone: Josh Capulong
equals A.D.D. :) woot. subscribe to dave's channel on youtube where all the videos are and follow them on twitter! @ADDmusiq

im about my black... ;)

i love the dream.

im about whateva mayne

man i love my team, man i love my team, i would die for them niggas - drizzy.
word. my team goes hard.
exam week(s). classes done on wednesday.
then summer basically cause.. who the fuck studies for source-based questions?
so thankful i worked my ass off all these semesters so that i only had to write one diploma before peacin out. ESPECIALLY because i can't focus for shit...

thanks to SUMMMMMER. 30degrees Celsius today. almost died. thank you thank you thank you.

moved into my temporary place. moving is a bitch and a half step. but round 1 is done yeyeaaa. round 2 at the end of july.


i have decided to buy a beater car and get my grease monkey of a best friend to fix it up, since he offered to for free... and bring up the value like 3+ g's.

life just looks, feels, is, RIGHT.

yeah so like... i'm sick.
i sound like a twelve year old boy. my appetite is...like...where is it? i am sneezing and sniffling and coughing all the time.

i'm okay with that. really, i am.

BUT what i am NOT okay with, however, are hot/cold flashes. i don't like surprises. i can deal with being too hot. i can deal with being too cold, whatever. that's fine. but i can't deal with waking up cold going to school cold being in school hot being too cold without a sweater being too hot with a sweater being too hot in a blanket freezing my heffer ass off without a blanket and blah blah BLAAAAAAAAAH.

so um.
dear body, i need you to man the fuck up and make up your damn mind. so i can work out for cuba and not die after (...ya im working out anyway), so i can sing and record some damn videos and so i can go through life at a COMFORTABLE BODY TEMPERATURE!

shit.
 
everyone else have a good weekend and tear it up...especially if you're not sick :(

infamous rivalry remains true to its history

the big baby drool.
lol gross. but in like the best way possible.

not only did glen davis aka "big baby" do work tonight with 18 points off the bench, but the ENTIRE celtics bench did. robinson, wallace, tony allen.. paul pierce came up early and finished quite nicely. oh and derek fisher might have cried again... but not so heartwarming tonight.

whatever.
GO CELTICS!

so why don't I just leave?

for the sake of us. for the sake of you. for the sake of me.
for world peace.
lol, just kidding.

this happens at least once in one's dating life, i'm sure. you know... when fights work their way into your daily routine? when the only sex you have is make up sex? when you can't even smile at the little things that used to make you shiver and lose your shit?!? when you can't stand the person you've become?

ok let me break it down if you still don't know what i'm getting at. first person point of view. i hate who i've become with you, so why stay? why try to work it out if i can't even stand to be around not only you, but MYSELF. what good am i doing? i'm not fixing me, i'm not fixing you, and i am certainly, not fixing us. matter of fact, i'm doing the complete opposite, and if it's not already a point of the obvious, i'm sick of this shit. so why don't i just leave.

because you're not going to leave. i know you. and you? you're CRAZY. the crazy one never leaves. i thought everyone knew that!? everyone except the crazy one, apparently. the crazy one breaks up momentarily only to rush back. why do you do that? oh yeah, you're fuckin crazy!
just so it's clear, i don't like crazy. i don't do crazy. crazy and i, we ain't friends. the more crazy you get on me, the less crazy i am about you. you were so cool when we first started dating and then you got mothafuckin CRRRRRRRAAAAZYYY! up in this. and shit, now it's too late to go back to cool, cause i'm already fully aware of the capability of your psycho antics, and that's just. not. cool.

so since i'm already well on my way to falling - or more appropriately, walking, running, BOOKING IT - out of love, why don't i just leave for good? because what's the point of dragging on "us" when only one of us really wants to remain in love? (you. crazy.) what's the satisfaction in that? there is none. i hate me so much when i'm with you, that i'm starting to hate YOU. so before i end up actually hating you and destroy any chance of us ever being friends in the future without that awkward i-hated-you bullshit, why don't i just leave? to SAVE me. to SAVE you. to save US, the us that could be platonic friends in the future.

well maybe. as long as you're not crazy if and by the time comes.

so for the last time, since you're already dissing my shit daily and telling me how much you wish i would change, let me give you a time saver. i won't. i love who i am - even if that means i can only be that person when i'm not with you. how can you say you love me when "you can't say you're happy either, you don't even smile, for me" - drake (lets call it off). you can't. you don't, and for that exact reason, i don't love me either when i'm with you because no matter what i do, it's not enough - and i know i'm enough. so being made as someone inadequate - well, sorry to break it to you, but that's not enough FOR ME. so why don't i just leave?

sundae on a sunday.

- stumbled on this while checking out fashionbombdaily. tell me this is not sick crazy and amazing.





"Boxing Kitten," a line designed by Maya Lake. ooooh wee.

- living on this stuff.





- Veradero, Cuba. Sol Sirenas Coral Resort. See you in less than 4 weeks.





- finals this week and next... and then i'm donnnneeee! can't wait to finally start. my. life.

- moving to my temporary place saturday! can't wait to see the new house at the end of july. packing turns me into a grumpy old woman. thank God it's almost over.

- "do things that make you feel like you're living rather than existing." words that have contaminated my mindddddd.

my mantra, as of late.

do you, with you in mind.

with cuba so close (27 days!), the stress of grad passing, and summer teasing me with its antics, i have (and i am going to have) a lot of time to straighten out my priorities for the 239523875th time in my life. but this time, placing myself a bit higher. i've learned to stay grounded and mind my own business, and keep to myself, along with those who only want to see me happy... by allowing to let me do what i want because they trust my own judgment.

so from now on, i'm doing me, with me in mind.
easier said than done (what aint?), but there is no room for excuses.

do or do not. there is no 'try'.
- yoda.

please don't front.

i know you don't like me. don't pretend to like me back. don't suck up to me because i don't like you. don't shine your fake (and ugly - because its fake) smile at me because you think it leaves a lasting impression. believe me, it doesn't. and don't try to front to your boys like you're stringing me along, because trust me, i already deleted your number & when you text me and don't hear back, it's cause i already forgot who the funk you are.

please don't front, because it makes me lose respect for you.
because yes, believe it or not, even tho there's many people i dislike, that doesn't mean i don't RESPECT them. i do. doesn't mean i ain't civil with them. doesn't mean i don't hold them in high regard or defend their position just because i'm not fond of their character, or because they don't rub me the right way. know why? cause they don't front.

so the less you front, the less respect i lose for you. me disliking you? really, it's not that big of a deal. but me having NO respect for you? expect to be near invisible to me the next time you try to front with that fake ass smile. don't worry, i ain't gonna sell you out to everybody and embarrass you. but i ain't about to front either. i will simply not invest my time in your bullshit, but always remember, i see you.