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.

"Bitch, do you know who the fuck I am?"

You're a spoiled kid who lives off daddy who can't make his own living. You abuse women. And you're insane in the membrane.

Anywhere the wind blows, doesn't really matter, to me.

Yesterday I cruised down the highway, got baked and got lost in dubstep. I ended up in Craik, where I ate chicken mixed with bacon, doused in buffalo sauce on a big leaf of lettuce, with the freshest soup imaginable. And then I ran around a small town and aimlessly shot photos. A bad day turned beautiful, and it ended with a big bang.

Moving planets.

You can't catch me, I'm running too fast. I'm running till I fly and nothing can keep me grounded. I'm living life at the speed of light. No jesters can fool me, no knights in shining armour can save me. I fight my own battles and steal my own gold. I shape my own swords and design my own armour. And one day I'll rule my own castle, and there will be no kings. Because I am, and always will be my own ruler and king.

Life is easier behind them blues.

I've always had an impervious weakness for blue eyes. Now that I've invested in a pair, I realize that they are deadly weapons. Blue eyed folk, I now fully understand your sly ways. You can't fool me. Oh. But you really can.

I got love for you if you were born in the 80's.

Calvin Harris and bedroom cleaning is like Mac and cheese. Add a dash of herbs and its MUAH.

Rainbows on the horizon.

Travelling on a whim is the best way to travel. And next week I'm making a beeline for Vancouver the second the clock strikes payday.

I am your host. Thanks for being here. I am Single.

I am about to watch Russell Peters comedies by myself, and I wish I had someone to share the laughs and sit close with, so I can die laughing and bury my face in their arms. And rub my tears on their sleeve- tears from laughing so damn hard.

Ah yes, pathetic, lonely me.

My life is so substantial, but it lacks substance. Substance being that one person I can have an intelligent conversation with on the daily. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of people to talk to who are awesome and we talk about awesome things. But that ONE person, that I can talk to about absolutely anything and everything. I realized this yesterday. Having someone to talk to keeps me sane.

I'm starting to notice a pattern here. All I talk about is being single. But then again technically we were put on this earth so that we can meander and bump into somebody. And then create another somebody. So I suppose I'm just being human.

I miss you, I'm goin back home to the west coast.

Sometimes a fragment of unexpected news can brighten up your day, or even week, even if it seems temporarily and vaguely significant. The fact that it reaches your ears is musical enough. I smiled from ear to ear and wanted to hug myself, a little bit.

I decided randomly the other day that if I don't find a significant other by 30, I am adopting. Even if I am single, I refuse to lack my own family. Sort of a depressing thought for me to be thinking at this age, but a large sum of women in my family have a curse of being single for the remainder of their lifetimes and if I have that curse, well I'd like to experience raising kids at the very least.

I got a new job! Jump.ca HELLO!

Oh and you are so beautiful and awesome, I stumble over my very own words when I see you. It's quite embarassing. I used to be confident at one point but you make me so shy I practically stutter when I talk to you. Hopeless, oh so hopeless.

I have also concluded that I want to spend a day doing volunteer work at the Friendship Inn this weekend. After working at footlocker, I've developed a love for "inner city" kids. Or I could possibly do a big sister program? I just want to look after some kids and be there for them. Children are so rad and amazing. They never fail to generate a smile off my face, and I'd like to do the same for them.

Materialism is only wrong when you don't appreciate what you have.

Throughout my whole life I'd been dependent on the loved ones around me for my material things. Now I can officially say that I work hard for the things on my back. And I am truly proud.

Creative minds.

After I spent a day with Tion, Robert, Zac and Del. It made me realize that I just need to get to a bigger city. I don't belong in tight spaces. This growing mind of mine needs a bigger playground. Home is comfort, but elsewhere is an opportunity for me to be free.

I need to escape.

I keep deepening the gashes in my heart faster than they can heal. If I keep this up I will have nothing left. My insecurity around the opposite gender is devouring me. My radar for a potential broken heart is getting so sensitive, I'm scared the right person will come my way but i'll reject them for fear of getting hurt. I'm beginning to expect getting hurt before I offer anyone a chance, and then I push them away too swiftly. If I ever fall victim to you, please have mercy on me. Don't inflate my hopes if you're planning to pop them afterwards. I'm too fragile right now.

Normality is over-rated.

I may be strange. But name one iconic genius who wasn't. I'm not saying I'm a genius. Or iconic. I'm just saying...



Strangeness is greatness. Be strange. Be yourself. Who gives a damn what people think as long as you accomplish what you want to accomplish.

Question.

If hiphop is dead, then how am I still livin?

Hoy.

There are numerous reasons as to why being Filipino is awesome.
Coming home to a fresh pot of rice at 1:00 A.M is one of them.

Finally went out and watched a movie for the first time in ages.
I'm beginning to hermit a bit.
But it feels good.

Step lightly.

I'll throw down red warning flags before you even THINK the words pootie tang. My sense of trust is a landmine.

Dreams, dreams, dreams.

I just want someone to hold. Someone I can skate with, shoot photos with, read with, drink coffee with, travel with, listen to old records with. Someone to hold my hand, and kiss me goodnight.

But I will be single for the rest of my life if it means never getting hurt again. I'm sick of getting hurt.

Where are you, whoever you are, that I'm supposed to fall in love with? I need you. I want to settle down from this crazy life of mine. And chill with you on a rainy day, and enjoy the simplicities of life.

I want to cook you epic meals and eat it outside, and listen to jams.
I want to wake up to you and hug you, and have showers in the morning.
Go to work, and come home to a smile, and go out for a drink.
Plan voyages together and shoot happy photos.
Spend a whole day at the book store and laugh at funny stories.
Skate down the street and touch hands and push eachother to land things.
Play video games and whoop eachothers asses.
Fall asleep, side by side, with books in our hands, or with an awesome movie on the television that we're too exhausted to finish watching because we'd had such an awesome day.

But right now you don't exist. And I'm quite upset, and lonely.

Hello old love.

To hell with shenanigans ... I love skateboarding!

A day of personal accomplishments.

The student councillor at the university suggested today that I pursue a degree in studio arts. It includes classes such as english, drama, painting, a science such as physics or geology, art history, photography all summer. All sounds right up my alley for a pretty epic year.

I also discovered that there is a natural foods section in Superstore- "Ah. Ahhhhh. AHHHHHHH!!!!!"- I can do all my grocery shopping in one section now instead of cherry picking organic labeled products out of every aisle. Go superstore. Thanks for getting with the game.

I am dying my hair tonight. Spontaneous decision. Goin dark as usual.

SBC photo annual = Night at the roastery ogling my dreams = Win.

And now i'm currently cooking up a concoction of Romagna four-cheese tortellini with organic tomato and mushroom sauce and veggie ground round. I have absolutely no idea what to expect but it sounded like a good idea. (After eating it I conclude that it was an awesome idea.)

Copped a sick flannel at Value Village as well as a rad little present of gratitude for mom, a little "VIVI MEXICO" ornament.

Uploaded yet another photo album.

I bought my Wayfarer glasses today. 10 days and they reside on my face. With transition lenses. Not to mention I received a pretty epic deal on them and a pair of 'Mike Burns' glasses.

Played my first game of skate in a few weeks. I am anticipating the day I become less rusty, nevertheless it felt ruthlessly amazing.

I love grocery shopping. I really can't wait to move out on my own again. This time, my own place.

In conclusion, the day I took off work was the best day this week so far.

I'm so dizzy, my head is spinnin.

I need to take a day to stay home and just chill with myself one of these days. It feels like it's been an eternity since I've done that.