State of mind and train of thought.

is under construction.

Long livin.

Approach and treat each day as if it were the best day of your life.

Drawing out the lines.

After much pondering and indecision on a carreer choice, it's been pretty evident lately that I had come to terms with pursuing photography. After shooting lots of photos, setting up blogs, hearing responses on which of my photos people appreciate and enjoy the most, and hitting up a few books here and there, I have finally decided on commercial photography as my ultimate goal, with my main focus being mainly and hopefully on the skateboarding, fashion, and similar lifestyle industry. My plan is to be freelance. I will continue to do events on the side and hopefully set up a rad site or blog to work on as a supplementary hobby. School starts at the end of June and hopefully my path begins to unfold from there.



Yet another beginning in my rapidly evolving life.

Carving my heart one chip at a time.

I like to visualize that my heart is like one of those strawberry foiled candies. A reflective layer on the outside in which you must twist and fumble with in several directions to unwrap and understand. After which you encounter a sweet, but thick solid layer that you must either chip away at, or patiently wear down. And then once you've worked your way through all the layers, it's ultimately mushy and soft. Unlike the strawberry center though, this center lasts forever. (Given that you don't spit it out.)

Tick Tock.

I've had a mouth full of words lately and I never put them to use. But now I'm nodding off, and my eyelids are being pulled by gravity. So my thoughts will have to continue another day, when they will no longer be the same, and I will have lost grasp of them. These thoughts will only be a remnant lost in time.

Love what you have.

The grass is greener on the other side, but it always tastes the same as the grass you're standing on. So enjoy the grass you're on and savour the taste.

Not even crickets could be heard.

Tonight I held my pillow tightly and closed my eyes. "Good night pillow." If only you could talk.

Don't make history. Be a mystery.

I want to feel someone's heart beat when I give them a hug. I don't want to feel this clock between us, or, I don't want time to stand between us. Stay beautiful.

Woke up, with wind in my hair, and I turned around and hugged the clouds.

Life is what you make it, so I'm making pie.

Painting my goal.

My life is like a canvas that I have been sketching out separate sections and pieces of for years, and I need to begin focusing on a whole image. I keep erasing and re-sketching the lines, and changing the portrait altogether, leaving me a jumbled mess of line traces and no final product. I am developing a new resolution for myself. Every minute I spend here must be productive.

New job calls for a new pen.

Unravelling my brain.

Beauty weakens my common sense.

Stronger on the solo.

I've become accustomed to my solo adventures and the thought of being restrained makes my chest clench and my breath accelerate. My phobia of being alone has officially reversed and I appreciate my independence.

I realized that for a relationship to work out for me, I need someone who can comprehend and share my lifestyle. Work hard, play hard.

Travelling opens your eyes to your world.

I am back with a new perspective on life and I'm ready to open up a fresh bag of accomplishments and experiences.

VanSask.

Here I am again. Back in Saskatoon and floating upon my imagination. In from one world, returning to the next. Two different worlds delivering two different lifestyles handing me two different lives melded together in one week. It feels as if I have two different personas and I feel like two separate people living within two different worlds, but I can't differentiate the two of them. I feel like I'm living in two different dimensions at the same time, and my consciousness is shifting back and forth between them, melding them together. Vancouver delivers me the lifestyle I've always dreamed of. I take it as it comes, and wander with the flow. I wake up in the heart of everything I enjoy and am highly passionate about. I have a close knit group of friends yet am meeting a vibrant variety of inspirational people. I can wander the streets and there is always something new to explore, I don't run on a set schedule, and I spend most of my day skating and indulge in a relaxed lifestyle. I can't spend as much money on material things but I make up for it with a solid group of friends and rad experiences. It triggers all my senses at all hours of the day, from sights, smells, tastes (there's a million places to eat), and sounds. I party now and then but spending an evening wandering down the streets and spending time with an awesome crew, one close friend, or even by myself, is just as satisfying.



In Saskatoon I indulge in my artistic side and am more business minded. I shoot photos, and I dress more well put together than usual. I am hyper and power through parties. I work retail and earn money selling shoes or phones. I buy nice things when I can, and eat at new and different places that I've never tried. I write articles and blogs, and my day is a continuous calendar from one minute to the next. My life is consumed by books, paintings, laptops, and socializing. I immerse myself in all things that catch my interest, such as festivals, galleries, and music. Because I want to take up every opportunity to try something new.

In Vancouver, I live one life that is relaxed and well put together. I am not rich, but I am happy with my surroundings. I am free.

In Saskatoon I live many lives, exciting, spontaneous, exhausting, and random. I have more money but less spare time.

Two both very addicting and nice ways to live, and I just can't decide which one I want. I need to meld the two: Carefree, but organized, living the dream, but working.

Either way I have two different homes, with two different families which both consume my heart. I experience two different lifestyles, and I can sense the best of both worlds. And one day hopefully I can have them both at the same time.

dreams are always attainable. Just reach higher.

Always maintain positive vibes and before you know it you'll be flying through life experiences that will continuously blow your mind and make you happy.

I don't want to leave.

Today my heart got butterflies. And there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. This trip has been too fun. I don't want it to end.

Day two in the sun.

Woke up. Went to Starbucks on Seymour. Which one? You tell me. There's 3 more on the way there. Went to plaza. Skated a fresh board. Did ledge stuff. Hopped on the train. Went to Supra. Met more dope cats. Hopped on the train. Ate Red Burrito. Debit machine wasn't working. Made me pay cash. Change for the train. Why not? Got more Starbucks. Went to Newspot. Tried to skate benches. Shot photos at waterfront. Went into the convention center. Got confronted by security guards. Ignored security guards. Went downstairs. Spot was fenced off. Birds were eating other birds behind the fence. Went back into the Convention center. Sorry guys. Hopped in the car. Came back. Watched hockey. Drank beer. I'm not in a hockey mood today, but go Canucks! Hopped on the train. Walked. Watched an oldschool Freddy Kroeger movie with homie. Went to Superstore. Bought pizza and jalapeno poppers. Came back to the crib and ate pizza and jalapeno poppers. Watched another movie. Nodded off. Time to go home. Walk to train. Goodbye hugs. Oh shit. Left my camera at homies. Got off train. Oh shit. I walked the wrong way. Hello crackheads. Hello hookers. Where am I? Oh there's home. Goodnight!

VanCity.

I rolled through the prairies. I flew through the mountains. Lost half a pack of smokes. Asked for directions. Left my duffel bag in the taxi. Drank whiskey and ate BBQ'd ribs and watched hockey and high fived. Got my duffel bag back. Met up with old friends. The dudes I asked directions from earlier happened to be friends with my friends. Drank beer and shared stories. Smuggled glasses of beer out and strolled downtown. Walked into Wendys and ordered enough fast food to last me into today. Woke up and drank starbucks in Yaletown. Bought a new hat. Bought a new board. Met more awesome people to skate with and chill with. It started raining. Took the bus. Then the skytrain. To comercial-broadway, and met up with a homie to play pool. Didn't get my ass TOO badly whooped. Played doubles with a bunch of Australians. We thought they were British. Ate fish and chips. Walked in the rain. Went to buy beer. Store was closed. It was Sunday. Walked in more rain. Bought beer. Watched family guy. drank. watched house. Drank. It was a good day.