Monday, November 30, 2009

A brand new word.



If I loved him any more than I do now, I'd have to find a brand new word to describe this feeling.
ps. is that picture not absolutely magical? its from here (my latest site-obsession)


Sunday, November 29, 2009

So much

I wish I could be so much. I may have said this before, but lately I've been wishing it more.

I wish I could be a painter - using delicate brushstrokes or messy splotches to create meaningful, beautiful images.
I wish I could be a "drawer" - not the kind you put your clothes in, but the kind that can't put their pencils down for a second.
I wish I could be a writer - actually creating novels out of the story ideas I constantly come up with.
I wish I could be a poet - putting together simple and eloquent words into something magical.
I wish I could be a dancer - moving every inch of my body to the wonderful music that surrounds us everyday.
I wish I could be an actress - stunning audiences with the realistic emotions I could convey.
I wish I could be a musician - to finally learn to play the guitar I've owned for a few too many years.
I wish I could be a singer - enchanting people with a rich, genuine voice that I don't actually have.
I wish it were possible to be all these things and more,

I wish it so much.
picture from here

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

One

photo (c) Katia 2009

It takes one.

One glance from a cute boy to make a teenage girl think he's interested.
One hello to make her think they're getting to know each other,
One touch on the arm to make this girl think he likes her.
It takes one night to make her think she's in love,
and one date to make her believe it with all of her heart.
One bouquet of roses to make her think she's got the best,
One "I love you" to make her think she's set for life.
And sometimes, she's right.



But sometimes,
it takes one glare from this boy to make her think there's something wrong,
One goodbye to make her think they're falling apart,
One moment of having an empty hand to make this girl think he doesn't like her anymore.
It takes one night to make her think she's falling out of love,
it takes one fight to make her believe it with all of her heart.
One slammed door to make her think she's got the worst,
One "I can't do this" to make her think it's over, so over.
And sometimes, she's right.


**Aside from the first half, this has nothing to do with my real life situation right now - just saying, just in case :)

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Habits


I'm sorry for the lack of posts lately - it's been my birthday weekend as well as my sister's and so it's been quite hectic! But here I am!



Last night, I watched the french movie "Amélie", I believe it's also quite well known here too though. This movie really got me thinking about the little details of life, the habits and little things we all do. Each of us has our own special quirk, a small action or thought that is reoccuring and often go by unnoticed. Whether it be like Amélie - who enjoys the sensation of dipping her hand into a sack of tiny beans, or like her neighbour - who recreates the same painting over and over again. When you have your eyes open to these sorts of things, they are easy to spot. For exmaple, the lady that often comes onto the same bus as I'm on, who goes straight to the back and asks people to give up their seats every single time. There's also the boy who, unintentionally - is in the background of every single picture taken at a party. And then there's my sister, whenever she gets her hands on my camera, she takes a close up, upside down shot of her eye. These are things that are easy to notice when you allow yourself to observe.

But the most interesting habits, are the ones you can find in yourself. I for one, have noticed that every single night, before going to bed, I put my flowery ring, my cell phone, and my ipod onto the side table - and they're in the same spot each time. Another habit of mine is to leave every candy in a package except one - there's still one ferrero rocher in very center of the box on my desk. Also, while every one else on the bus is listening to their ipods or reading their books, I am busy observing what's going on around me. Whether this makes me simply observant or creepish, I'm still not sure.
So tell me, what are your interesting quirks or habits?

Monday, November 16, 2009

"DBC"

This weekend, I went through DBC in NYC.
DBC is a thing I like to call - Dancing Boot Camp
Except, it didn't happen in NYC - but in Massachusetts, it just sounded much cooler to say DBC and NYC together.
I'm sure you're scratching your heads a tinsy bit right about now, and if not, then I've sure you've got it at least half wrong. I was on a school trip to New York city and Massachusetts, to perform in a SHOW CHOIR festival!
In case you don't know, show choir is a group of people who sing, then dance to the music they're singing. Think Glee!
Thing is, my school's show choir is the only one in all of Ontario! Unfortunately, that means that it's not taken very seriously - and many of our members think it's a joke. Which means, that when we performed and took place in the learning of a song and dance in two days, boot camp style, we were all quite taken aback by the seriousness of the event.
I even compared the two days to the 9 day canoe trip I did this summer - just without the bugs and the mud! Why? Because you're pushed past your limit physically and mentally, you want nothing more than to just give up, go home, and sleep in your own bed. But you can't. You HAVE to go through it, there is literally no way out. Unless you hurt yourself, but thankfully that's not something many of us have the guts to do on purpose, and nobody did by accident either!
Either way, it turns out to be a fantastic experience, despite the hardships and the fact that I don't think I will ever want to do it again. Oh well.
New York on the other hand, that was great! We got to see a Broadway musical called "In the Heights" which was really well done, and I went (with my mandatory group of four,) to a restaurant called "Stardust" in Times Square where the waitresses and waiters sing songs. Being a highly musical group, of course we all sang along. It was magical.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

NYC

New York City is a place I have always been curious about. I've been told it's an american version of Paris, France - by someone who came from Paris! Unfortunately, I have never been able to visit this city...

But that's all about to change.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

7 things about myself



I have been tagged!!
My very first blog tag, it's quite exciting! I feel so... initiated into the blogging world, so thank you Janice! Ahaha, well I think this should lead straight into my number one fact.
(The idea is that you write 7 things about you, and then tag 7 other bloggers)

1. My excitement levels go up quite easily, especially on bright sunny days where it feels nearly impossible to be down.

2. I wish I could be so many things when I grow up; an author, a photographer, a journalist, an illustrator, an actress, a super star fashion designer, a teacher, an art therapist, and sometimes I even think being a lawyer would be cool. Too bad I can only really choose one...

3. Contrary to the more common commitment issues, my commitment to PEOPLE is phenomenal (not to brag of course,) but my commitment to projects, school clubs, after school activities, etc, is downright awful. I'm doing better this year though, much better.

4. Lately I have come to believe that my heart is a camera, and that I am born a photographer, because I've been seeing potential photographs every where I look, resulting in a camera full of photos, most of which disappoint me anyway.

5. Music is magic to me. There are some songs that can bring me right into their little worlds, complete with colours and movement and feelings. I love those songs.

6. I'm dying to grow up, but at the same time I'm a two year old at heart. I wish I could still enjoy playing pretend, and enjoy avoiding the lakes of lava that overcome my basement as I hop from chair to wood block to sofa to get away from it. I was a lion back then, and sometimes a panda or a deer even.

7. I live in my very own, twisted, fairy tale. My imagination is strange, I find the image of a girl with deer antlers so beautiful, and the woman with an elephant's head enticing. Sometimes I feel this makes me weird, and that when people see my drawings they'll find me weird. But I love it, and so far no one has found me weird enough to stop talking to me, so I must be doing something right!


So, I don't know who to tag, because I don't think I know seven bloggers yet, but I'll find seven eventually, and post them here :)







photo taken and (c) by me, Katia.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Days

Days like yesterday, are days you want to forget - Days where everything is up in the air, and all you want to do is sleep the day away, because sleep is the easiest way to get through to tommorrow. These are days where you fight with those you love, and argue with anyone you're not already fighting . These are not good days.

Days like today, are days you never want to end - Days where your wildest dreams come true, and you feel as though you're a character straight out of a romance novel. These are days where things that you thought could only happen in stories happen, things like being brought to a hill by your special someone to watch the sun set, and like wearing his sweater after he's taken it off and offered it to you, as he sits and shivers in his thin blue tshirt. I love these days.

Days like tommorrow, are days you don't want to come - Days where you don't know what will happen, and you want to know so badly. You have so much to do, but no clue where to start. And you just hope that you could re-live today instead of living tommorrow. These days are stressfull.



I realize that my posts have been negative for a bit, especially that they have ended with "I dont like this", or a variation of that. I think my blogging habits are already starting to form....

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Observations of the Day

sometimes, the thing you want last comes in first,
and sometimes, the thing you want first never comes.


Things I realized/observed today:


- Today on the bus, there was a boy who blinked. I saw a single freckle on his eye-lid. I was intrigued, and continued to watch him blink for a while, just to see the freckle.
- Potential photos are everywhere, especially when it's nearing 5 o'clock these days.
- Change can really, really, REALLY suck.


I'm having a difficult day. One second I'm loving life, the next I'm cursing it. I hung out with loads of my friends today, but that thing I really don't want to happen? It's truly taken it's first step now. It was his turn to have his last day in his house. This makes me sad for him and for me at the same time. I don't like this.
photo taken and (c) by me, Katia.