the self-fulfilling prophesy

hm.
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the blog will be on another week long hiatus. i'm going on a camping road trip to banff, alberta with simon and mark. please shoot me now. ciao anyways.

change of heart, look around you

[currently listening to: beck - everybody's gotta learn sometime]

i knew, from your lips
that you were not for me.
i still remember that moment,
as you spoke her name, 3 syllables long -
you were delicately practicing, caressing each letter,
which comfortably rolled off your tongue.
i knew, from your lips
that you were not for me because
saying my name only made you cry.

you look like i need a drink

[currently listening to: against me - you look like i need a drink]

the domesticated stay-at-home woman
festers business as per usual within the sheets.
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oye, i'm crispy from sun. these pubes aren't growing fast enough to be drawn!

traipsed across the continent

[image: christina hope]
[currently listening to: matthew good - 99% of us is failure]

i remember whispering into the goodnight,
epics depicting losers in action.

minimovie

postsecret

"Was that the first time someone sang the National Anthem into your ass? "

[image: film still; shortbus (John Cameron Mitchell)
[currently listening to: arash - tike tike kardi]

I went to go visit Caitlin yesterday with a small crowd at her apartment and rented Shortbus after Royce's ravings about it. I can see how this movie would be controversial as it's so damn explicit - (ie. the movie starts off with spooging all over the face from an auto-fellatio scene amongst other explicit scenes of non-faked sex). Aside from that, I felt that the movie was not smutty at all, but rather really loving and tender. One of the main characters is Sook yin lee... she used to be a muchmusic vj and it's so weird to see her playing an acting role. I used to love her show "r u receiving" - the program that played all the weird ass music that I love now today. Overall, I highly recommend this movie for anyone who enjoys indie-type films. I don't think it's a shock movie at all, just a really tender movie about relationships, self-identity and achieving orgasms. wooo :)

(ps - most of the dudes in the movie all have insanely huge peen peens if that's any incentive to watch it)

[image: piyal adhikary]
[currently listening to: dj shadow - endtroducing]

I <3 <3 <3 this oldschool italian espresso maker... IT BREWS BLACK GOLD!! (grazie simon mio! <3)


Dinner tonight consisted of way way overpriced Indian-Pakistani fusion food so I'm still left hungry for more food. I'm reluctant to make a huge ass bowl of ramen and egg at this hour. I guess I'll wait the few hours for some quality toast and yogurt in the morning.

I brought my siblings to Granville Island yesterday which was their first time really and I spent waaaaay too much on miscelleneous stuff (ie. beaaaads, art supplies, food and PAPER). However, it is nice to splurge a little on fresh produce, sausage and herbs. I ended up making my rendition of lebanese falafels for dinner. Next time I'm going to try making an embryo salad (I have a feeling it's going to a potluck staple).

I'm thinking of buying a $40 Diva Cup for periods instead of using traditional tampons and pads (I spend hella more than that in a year for these danged cycles). It's made out of silicone, re-usable, environmentally friendly, etc. But I'm reluctant to try it because: the whole process looks darn messy (not to mention the possibility of gross slurping noises pulling the thing out in washrooms), the collected "necrotic material" has to be dumped out and washed in the sink (once again a problem in public washrooms), and finally... the thing looks HUGE.



discuss.

thank you

this weekend was the BEST :)
(kinda like this spoon slide blues playing but better)

see you I 2 I

[image: max vadukul; french vogue]

"Either kill me
or take me as I am,
because I'll be damned if I ever change..."
--Marquis de Sade, November 1783

whoa!

"It was like THIIIIIIIIIS BIG!"

be-nine in vitro

i do not remember the entrance, just the red-scape blur of some foreign smell and a strange touch. his voice echoed in an obscure tongue which matched the black and white sheets that wrapped my legs. i did not want to be enthralled, no. just fulfill unwritten duties in my pocketbook and sing like a mute. the men i've met and the vessels filled, a tale of sordid savagery. we came palm to palm in an emotionless yawn and yet, i do not remember the entrance, just the red-scape blur of some forei...

wubbies

[image: postsecret]

ohhhhhhh stfu.