Esmée Denters - Love Dealer ft. Justin Timberlake

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loved the movie precious. shes effin hilarious here! must see tmrw!

summer course, yes.
three jobs, yes.
birthday, yes.
parties, yes.
travel, yes.
beach, yes.
gigs, yes.
car, yes.
me, yes.

x

Decided to switch up the beats...some old, some new.

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pretty unique collab.

Airplanes - B.o.B, Eminem, Hayley Williams

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my favourite two animals in one. :)

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not working cus im technologically dysfunctional :( but heres the link ; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wtqwn_u3wY4

I fell in love with the original once it hit the radio waves but Ahmir's cover is amazing.

For some reason this makes me miss Lagoon City. For the first time, I can't wait to get out of the city and head to the peaceful country side. Play tennis, ride the paddle boats, go biking, go on the swings overlooking the beach, go to the town church, visit little shops, all the yachts lined up along the lagoon...

My home away from home.

Get lifted;

http://twitter.com/REvRunWisdom

I'm dying my hair blond brown this summer. I want to fly my friends around Toronto for my birthday. I'm getting a tattoo soon. I need to send my baby cousin from England a gift. I am stuffed from the buffet today. My silver bangle is tarnishing. I bleach stained my entire outfit. Online shopping is cheap. I cut my dress. I went to Pacific Mall today. It's dark. I need to hem my clothes. Rice crackers. Pink fat bunny. Circulatory System. I need to study. Church tomorrow. Cough. I hear mother's footsteps. Too many China people. Scarborough. Rain dance. Got work next week. Booster Juice. Too many busy dreams lately. I received a virtual rose yesterday. Shopping. Someone take me to Kensington Market. Got to go golfing. Dad found me a car. Spring flip. Barack Obama's biography that I haven't read. Celebrity Apprentice tomorrow. I need shoes. Burn calories burn. Parkour is the same things as urban ninja. It's too early. It's too late. Heading to Lagoon City on Vic Day weekend. Light show at Casino Rama. My stomach grumbled. Pomelo. Goodnight.

- Food for thought.

Worth watching over and over and over again!
I remember playing all those games. 
love love love! x 

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PIXELS by PATRICK JEAN.
Uploaded by onemoreprod. - Arts and animation videos.

The Shoe Box

So I went fantasy shoe shopping. 

I found 5 shoesies!

2 black & fierce. 3 neutrals with a spunk.

Alexander McQueen

 

Viktor & Rolf

                                         Versace                                             

Christian Louboutin

                                        Alexander Wang                                                 


Holy eff these shoes.
Kay, I die. 

It's helpful to be fashion forward with your fashion flashbacks. jus sayin.

The Jukebox

this one's close to home.

The Shoe Box

Russyvalenki Foulard Boots 

Summer 2010

These are so adorable. Italian made, but inspired by Russian Valenki boots Russyvalenki, these foulard boots are made out of 100% silk and can be worn at different heights. Kind of like "Scarf Boots". These would never be your everyday shoes. However, if you ever stained these sweet things, half its value would go down the drain, haha...sad. But nonetheless, they are pretty and breezy for the summer days!

The Closet & The Storybook

Emma Watson and Alex Watson in Burberry Campaign S/S 2010

I did not realize that they were siblings. Tho they both look stuns. 

(so is that trench coat! :))

Which reminds me of a story of how I was at Holt Renfrew one day, and I had picked up a Marc by Marc Jacobs wallet. This lady beside me was clearly eyeing the one that I had picked out. Then she turns to me; trying to be all smooth and whatnot, takes it from me and goes, "Oh, I love this too!!...isn't it pretty?"...and swiftly walked away with it. She was lucky I wasn't some sort of materialistic bitch. 

How rude. 

Life happens. I think what we fail to realize is that life is our storybook. Sometimes stories were cut out to end the way they do. People spend too much effort controlling stories, leaving themselves in more bewilderment.  Everything is a guessing game because not all people are opened books who wear their emotions on their sleeves. Where to go? What to do next? Concentrating on what you want or what you don't want is tiring. People spend too much time thinking. Thinking is a self doubting process, it's inevitable.  Although it's true that you can never neglect to regret. But then again, life happens right? So I guess all you're left to do is press play, and let life be your soundtrack.

Dream beautiful lovelies.

The Storybook

me: do you think this girl is pretty?
brother: umm no.
me: why?!??
brother: she looks dirrrty.
me: what do you mean?
brother: like her face looks dirrty...not clean.

wtf ?! haha. funny moments.

The Archives

Have a little sunshine in your life.
Have a little rainbow by your side.
A little love is what you need.
Have a little faith in what you see.

Apparently I wrote this. I found a piece of paper with this stanza. It might have been a verse of a song or a poem I was trying to write...who knows what I was thinking when I was young. Bebe Theresa for ya.

We are Pinky and the Brain. 

We are Dexter and Dee Dee. 

We are Spy vs. Spy. 

They don't understand us and they never have.

 I know I am sensitive to danger.

 I know I am prone to danger. 

Calling you, is safer than calling 911.

 I just want to thank you (for reals) for saving me time after time.

x

Sometimes, no matter how much you want to justify things for yourself, you're forced to bite your tongue and save everyone from the truth. Because the truth hurts.

The night is sombre, like this night. With nothing but dim rays of light bordering the sides of the road. Not heeding to the red lights, you whisk away into the dark of the night. You tell me to follow suit, but I don't. I can't. For every green light letting me pass, there are just as many red lights stopping me. I try to look back. But the trails we left, begin to turn into blurred images as our echos become as transparent and thin as the air. It's a dead end. I've caught up to you by now. You're at the edge of the cliff, with trembling lips that mimick the rhythm of your quivering heart. With one last breath, you lean forward and gracefully let the wind wrap its arms around you. You fall as serene as the waters cascading down a waterfall. So beautiful, yet so tragic. The tears rolling down my face quickly turn into droplets of ice. It's cold. The night is dead, and so are you.

My grandfather once told me; boys who have a habit of constantly shaking their legs...are perverted.
I stick by my grandfather's words.

The Jewellery Armoire

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Ivanka Trump Jewellery Collection

So basically this is my current obsession. I absolutely adore Ivanka Trump. She gots the beauty and the brains. Her jewellery line is the kind of jewellery you wouldn't be able to buy unless you're a) an heiress b) married to a rich husband or c) a tremendously successful business women. Nonetheless, there's no harm in just admiring. As ya'll know I love anything asian inspired. Top left is from her Pagoda line..hence why it looks like a pagoda...but that is my absolute favourite piece (if only I had pierced ears) and it is selling for a whopping $45,000. I definitely wouldn't mind the top middle as my engagement ring..oh joy :) (and it so happens to be a part of her Bridal Bar line! but it's so expensive that the price isn't even listed on the site). The bottom left just screams bold glamour from her structural Octagonal line (you can never go wrong with the collaboration of gold and diamonds my friends); selling for $18,000. There's so much more I want to say about this collection but I am just left in awe. The jewellery speaks for itself, representing everything classy, elegant and sophisticated. So let's dream together ladies. Dream on at http://www.ivankatrumpcollection.com/# .

I'm no goodie two shoes.
I just stay classy.

The Storybook

A couple walks over to a table with one chair.
The boyfriend approaches the chair.
The girlfriend scans the room for another chair.
The girlfriend doesn't seem to be able to find a chair.
The girlfriend grabs the chair from her boyfriend's grasp.
The girlfriend sits down.
The girlfriend tells her boyfriend to go find a chair.
The boyfriend goes to find a chair.

Pushover boyfriends are unattractive.
Man up.

I want to hold your hand, because no one was there to hold mine.

I resent the statement, " Now I know how you felt. "

It's far walk down, on the yellow brick road.

But I'll be there when you need me.

you know whats sad?
whats sad is that the only place and time
where a family can fully unite as a whole,
are during funerals.

because a funeral is an event that everyone feels obliged to go to.
its a total guilt fest.
to make up for the fact that they didn't even bother to give a damn
when the person was still alive.

because pride will always override love.
true story.

The Shoe Box

Gun Hoofs
Iris Scieferstein.


ima rock this shit like fashion (8)
im speechless.
genius.

boys are like serial killers. they target. they kill. and they use the same signature pattern.