“There are dreamers and there are realists in this world, you think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not the opposite is true. See the dreamers need the realists to keep the dreamers from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists? Well without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.”
- Modern Family, S3E9
Thankful for my realist 
“I must learn to love the fool in me: the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many
chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt,
promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.”
- Theodore Isaac Rubin
#onlyhuman
My friends make fun of me all the time for checking Craigslist’s Missed Connections on the regular. You can call it creepy, but for me, it’s just another form to get inspired. I love seeing how people express themselves, and the site just seems more “grassroots” than a magazine article or even a blog. I view CL’s Missed Connections as an underground forum for self-expression. Most posts are kind of lame and irritating to read, but once in awhile you come across little gems like this:
Hello, World – m4w
Sometimes I think about you, and wonder if you love me too. I am rejectable in a thousand ways, and commendable in a thousand more. I am both the light and the shade, my acceptance and my mortification. I want to move into your light, and peek into your shade. When you pass me off, that’s when I chase. And when you chase, I hide. I am a body to shoot your arrows into, because you shoot but will not say; call you on your words, and none of them will stay. Is it better to suffer the slings and arrows of cruel, cruel misfortune? It is a marvelous thing, and I give thanks everyday. I will drink a thousand cups of coffee and I will always think about the day, when at a party and during a song, you’ll come by and be my girl, and be happy to know the words to that very general song, apply to me and you. And the look seals it. It cuts through all the song and dance, and lets you know that I know, that I love you too. Until then, I’m going to keep pretending I’m angry.
Writing steez and skillz for days!
justeezy x dnn x jap_gurl | jeeve’s basement, Edmonton, AB | summer ’06
Jeeve’s basement was always a good chill spot: glow-in-the-dark.. everywhere, bunk bed, random 80s children’s toys, black and white TV, radio, and whatever else random bullshit there was.
This was the day when we played 21 for way too long, drank too many slurpies, laughed while watching “Requiem for a Dream”, and wrote a rhyme. Gut-busting, I tell you. It was the kind of day where randomness and stupidity reigned, but it also mysteriously offered a sense of accomplishment to a naive, reckless, and confused girl (maybe it’s because our rhyme was off the hook….naw, it really wasn’t).
These days, I feel fulfilled when I’m working hard… but throwback photos like this remind me not to put too much value on time… that keeping my spontaneity alive also fulfills my happiness.
For the last 3-4 years, I’ve been flipping back and forth between working hard and and playing hard, struggling to find the golden mean, while still remaining true to myself. I suppose the problem lies with me somehow attaching spontaneity only to pleasure….
Balance is a life-long process, yo!
Gotta love synchronicities. I was trying to vibe with the universe earlier.. asking for something inspirational. It’s been a tough month, and lately, I feel like I’ve been dueling between two different states: I’m motivated, but feeling lost. I’m stoked on life, but I want more. I know what my dreams are, but not sure what they’re made of. You get the idea. Then I randomly found DJ Eufonik’s tumblr. Voila. Inspiration delivered. Thanks universe, for always having my back. <3
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June 11. best going away party ever.
June 19. Choni’s day.
June 22. The Bend with my favourite neighbour.
June 23-28. NY adventures with Krispi. Oh boy.
June 24. *sigh*
July 3. Spending my 2nd day in Victoria with the faja
July 9. New friends!
July 16-20. | Much needed retreat to Vancouver.
July 16. Hostesses most dopest!
July 27. The unveiling
August 4. Simple joys – biking to school
August 19. Pecha Kucha team presentation = synergy
August 21. San Bernadino, CA – Rock the Bells… still gives me shivers thinking about it
August 22. California looooove
August 29. Sooke Potholes
I wonder what Summer 2011 will look like 
“The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.”
– Kahlil Gibran
One of my favourite books, check it out here.
My landlord lady came home with this the other night. Ahh the little things in life that make you smile!
victoria | 09.15.10
It’s crazy what being outdoors more can do for you.
Thank you to everyone & everything that has inspired me. Love.
Just as a hidden sadness resides in the heart of true euphoria, just as the seeds of great achievement often sprout first in a cauldron of adversity, so too no end is ever really complete without a new beginning stirring inside it. Though we divide life into categories in order to understand and master it, experience itself is seamless.
“I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and then I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend his own greatness. Many times in romance I have become a victim of my own optimism.”
- Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love
