These types of weekends have sort of become my life, and I’m totally digging it.

It’s not exactly a wardrobe, but “that’ll do pig, that’ll do.”

May Long was only a few weeks ago, and as “eventful” as that weekend was, I still managed to have myself a good ol’ time with the help of some good peeps. One thing I’ve never done in the past decade and a half I’ve been here on the west coast is drive outside the city. I like to drive, so sometimes I’ll just hop in the car, put on some music and go on my little route that’ll start around dusk in Surrey, and end with me driving through downtown Vancouver at night. I like the bright lights against the dark backdrop. (read: shiny things make me happy and if that makes me a crow, then so be it. I’m a crow.)

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Jay Chou - Long Juan Feng (Tornado) with translation because I cannot understand anything, ever.

Lyrics. Jumbled for your wonderment: 

wo de shi jie yi kuang feng bao yu
ai qing lai de tai kai jiu xiang long juan feng
wo bu neng zai xiang, wo bu neng zai xiang
wo-bu.. wo-bu.. wo bu neng

jing-jing qiao-qiao mo-mo ni lai
li bu kai bao feng quan, lai bu ji tao
wo bu neng zai xiang, wo bu yao zai xiang
wo-bu.. wo-bu.. wo bu yau zai xiang ni 

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Taken by Ann

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a pic of myself, so here I am. Credit goes to my other favourite model, Ann, who is a triple threat in the artsy-fartsy world. She makes videos, cam-whores for me (quite well), and has some picture taking skeelz. W3rd.

I posted this because traffic is horrible and i had 30 minutes to spare. Off to work.

Nobody is truly who they are in the first 5 minutes you spend talking with them. Some of you may think “Not meee! (fuckface?!) I am, who-I-am, when-I-am. Always.”

Well, to you, I say, “Shut up. I’m not talking to you.”

Besides, it’s not a bad thing that you aren’t exactly who you are all the time. Imagine that you were? You’d simultaneously be laughing, crying, yelling, and possibly humping everyone you meet. Relatives included, you sick a-holes. So be glad you aren’t who you are all the time and have the ability to control yourself. That said, I just wanna push the fact forward that everyone has a front and I’m *sexified to have been able to break through a little. To illustrate this, in pictures (Surprise!):

How most people to see you:

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Shot with:
Nikon D300 w/ Nikkor 17-55mm lens at f/2.8 (I’m still learning) on a tripod.

Soundtrack: Brand New - No Seat Belt Song

I shot the pilot, I’m begging you to fly this for me.
I’m here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
It’s only you, beautiful.
Or I don’t want anyone.
If I can choose, it’s only you.
But how could I miscalculate… perfect eyes will have perfect aim.

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Right, so this picture has nothing to do with anything. I just can’t stop laughing at it.. I guess you had to be there.

I was reading today and came across the question: “If you were a criminal, what kind of criminal would you like to be?”

This is a very different question from “If you were a criminal, what kind of criminal would you be?” Did you spot the difference? The first asks what kind of criminal you’d “like” to be. This is a way more interesting question because it totally gives you the right to be something completely different, out of character, or down right disgusting.

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Shot with:
Nikon D300 w/ Nikkor 17-55mm lens at f/2.8 on a tripod.
Photoshop is my friend.
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I wish I had answers to some of my questions.
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