Not all guys have had girlfriends

         Today I heard the most astounding news and for some reason, I could not get a hold of myself.

Benedict Cumberbatch bears close resemblance with Alex. Well except for those eyes. 

It all happened on a dreary Friday night at the library. My mind was filled with worries. I needed to come up with a concept for my radio ad campaign. I was running out of ideas because my professor had bored into my head that I needed to resist the usual if I wanted my ad campaign to standout from the clutter.

            I had my face buried in my work. I was doing absolutely fine until my friend came around. She wanted to converse while I on the other hand, craved for an idea to surface soon. I was not sure what to do so I listened while trying my best not to give my thoughts away. It was a bigger task than I realized. She could tell I was the least interested in what she was saying. I know. There is just something about my facial expression that always seem to betray me no matter how hard I try to conceal my thoughts. And so she decided to turn to her next victim. A young man, blonde hair, fairly muscular and with descent looks that made any girl turn for a minute. He was definitely good looking but the wow factor needed to capture any girl's attention for an endless amount time, was out of the equation.

Feb 8, 2014

Not all guys have had girlfriends

         Today I heard the most astounding news and for some reason, I could not get a hold of myself. Benedict Cumberbatch bears clo...

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A different Look at Creativity

           When I think about creativity, I think of it in subjective terms because of the variations attributed to the term by a wide range of people. To prove this, I'd love to conduct an interview on the streets of North York Toronto. This way, I would have substantial evidence to justify my claim.
         But yeah I have been contemplating on this topic for over a year now, pulling my hair out, rocking my chair, possibly throwing tantrums because of the insatiable desire to gather a new approach on this topic. I used to think of creativity in the most simplistic form which if you ask me, is the ability to create something new from the scratch. This, I believed only to be creativity and any other thing that might take a similar course to this, is only a disguise of the original. I believed that an idea had to be born fresh, anew before presented boldly to people as a creative idea that exhibits authenticity. Hence when people deviated from this, I would usually point a finger at them and say they lacked creativity, insight and the ability to think.
          Its no wonder why I was not the least surprised when I came across the artwork below. As like many others, all I could see was a fish. I had totally ignored the richness of the materials used for the composition of such a great artwork.

 

Jan 11, 2014

A different Look at Creativity

           When I think about creativity, I think of it in subjective terms because of the variations attributed to the term by a wide rang...

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Keeping up with Tradition

Is it only me that dreams of a workspace that will hold my laptop, a pad and pen to document any sudden thought, a cup of tea and my little pal called an iPhone?

Absolutely not but even when I have a workspace such as this, I always find myself opting for my bed. I squeeze the pillows on my bed till they can hardly breathe. I justify my action by saying I am only trying to get comfortable. I do not bother bringing a cup of tea because I fear that I cannot cope with spillage. I do not bring a pad too because it is way too uncomfortable to scribble while trying to get comfy. That's why I have word so I click on it when a thought surfaces. Now that that bit is taken care of, there is a slight tingle in the nape of my neck. I begin thinking of that workspace again - Filled with dust accumulated from over the years. You would think I have come to a decision to make use of the space. I merely stare at it with the side of my eyes, sometimes eyeing it before turning my eyes away to something more appealing than a desk pilled up with dust.
          I am reminded that I do the same when the semester comes into session. I label my books neatly, gather all the necessary items into my stationary purse and after a quick run through, I shove all into my bag. I keep up with this for two weeks and even commending myself for a job well done. In the third week, I find my sheets taking over my room, hardly a pen in my purse and in lectures, no book to write in so I use my planner.
          You'd ask where did all the passion go?
          I'd say there is just a thing about tradition that makes me go nuts.
So maybe I have identified my weakness and maybe this year that is slowly creeping in would be a year to revert to the old, vibrant me with a love for traditions.

                       Happy new year. Wish you all the best, much love and a glorious year ahead.

Dec 31, 2013

Keeping up with Tradition

Is it only me that dreams of a workspace that will hold my laptop, a pad and pen to document any sudden thought, a cup of tea and my little...

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Its coming to an end too soon

December is coming to an end.
The once perpetual year is also gathering its sticks for a shut down of its stalls. Then what you remember is that you hardly had the time within those 365 days to reflect upon the days. So you get down to business. But  first you question with amusement how long, maybe days ago you said your happy cheer to usher in the new year.

You vividly recall those memories, more like times you treasure. He sat there. She sat there. They sat there all gathered around a round table. Their happy chatters could be heard from across the street. We were up to our family tradition.

Today, there has been a repeat and how glorious was it that a tear streaming down the sides of your cheeks was inevitable.

Another year is slowly creeping in. And you consider yourself braced up for it. Just like last year which would become two years in no time.

You begin your retrospection in a more profound manner. Plucking information and weighing it against previous years. You're gripped with fear. A tad weakened to go any further but you know if you don't, how else can you prove your love for dynamics and improvement?

So you give it a try. The results alarming. A surprising mix between negativity and positivity. You proved yourself on top of your game in this area, a little relaxed in the other but that does not deter you. Challenges are were you draw your greatest harvest from. So with a loud cry you say amendments shall be made. Not forgetting to dash right to it even though all you have left is four days. 

Dec 27, 2013

Its coming to an end too soon

December is coming to an end. The once perpetual year is also gathering its sticks for a shut down of its stalls. Then what you remember i...

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Beyond the Veil

        As far as Tom could recall,

It was the day of the storm. The trees shook and Tom feared that the trees might get uprooted from its roots. He told Mr Mosley as he shivered from the cold. "I swear it scared the crap out of me. The lighting sent me tumbling down. Heaven knows I could have been struck dead"
      "Calm down son and give me a full sketch of the story" Mr Mosley said trying to get Tom settled so he could speak. He took the jacket laying idly on the desk to wipe off Tom's damp hair. "C'mon, go ahead son. I am all ears" He said while giving him a nudge with his hands.
       Mr Mosley was a retired police officer in Mainland. He had retired just five years ago with William, a fellow colleague and close friend of his. They both ran a repair store together to keep body and soul together after so many years in the police force.
      "It was sunny when I set out"
      "You know I didn't drag you all the way up here to get a detailed account of the weather. Do you mind cutting to the chase?"
      "I apologize sire. I thought it might come in handy on the case"
      "I doubt it would ever be. What I seek from you now is a thorough description of the people you caught a glimpse of in the storm.

Dec 19, 2013

Beyond the Veil

        As far as Tom could recall, It was the day of the storm. The trees shook and Tom feared that the trees might get uprooted from i...

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Introducing Death to the Stock Photo - A Photograhy Website

I recently signed up to this website "Death to the Stock Photo" after reading a blog. The blogger went on about how the website offered her free pictures that made her blogging less strenuous. I decided to try it out thinking that it would not hurt.

I said to myself, "I can always unsubscribe if they prove to be worthless". I crossed my fingers while I went on the website to sign up. About 20 - 30 minutes, I was sent a folder of pictures. In it were ten pictures. I would be sharing it with you but before I do, I would like to urge every blogger or anyone into photography to go sign up.

Here's a screen shot of the website.
The rest you can figure out yourself.

Once you sign up, a pack of 10 photos would be sent to you within a specific category. It is free so you do not have to worry about paying each month.

Introducing Death to the Stock Photo - A Photograhy Website

I recently signed up to this website "Death to the Stock Photo" after reading a blog. The blogger went on about how the website o...

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A New Love for Anything Quaint

         When it comes to designing (Home or a tiny section of the home), I usually make a pick at modern furnitures because I do have a rather absurd belief that they are more exotic, fresh and beautiful to gaze at. This is no other reason than my ignorant self attaching aesthetic qualities to anything modern and tossing an "X"sign at anything I deem quaint.
        As a result, I become blind to anything that has an unusual structure. At times expressing disgust and if I am away from scrutinizing eyes, I can be found cursing. A rather unique way of expressing disgust. I feel shy that I have to share that with you but it is the truth.
        About six or seven months ago, when boredom was eating deep. For some reason boredom has its way of dealing with me. I took to the streets of downtown Toronto with a friend and my sister. We did not have a destined destination and so we were found galavanting about. We were in search of anything that proved itself to be interesting. And that's when we found Putti. Prior to this, we had graced a couple of stores and from the looks on our faces, you could tell that we were beyond satisfied. We were getting a little weary from all the sightseeing. We wanted home. At least that's what I thought until I was pulled into this........store. My words cannot quantify how irritated I felt. I was bemused at the reason why my friend wanted to go in and she could clearly read that in my facial expression. She kept apologizing. I felt bad and finally caved in.
      We entered the store, a little crowded and uninviting until we came to another section of the store. I could not contain the excitement I felt and I immediately pulled my phone from where I had it and begun taking pictures. I am glad to say its here I developed my love for "the quaint".

So here, I present to you Putti.

Dec 18, 2013

A New Love for Anything Quaint

         When it comes to designing (Home or a tiny section of the home), I usually make a pick at modern furnitures because I do have a ra...

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Whispers and no words

No one told us that when 2 + 0 sum up to become 20 and not 2, that our lives would be turned inside out. That the whole fantasy of adulthood would become a nightmare. And while we struggle to walk tall in a world that seems so familiar, that confusion would begin to set itself majestically with a smile. A smile, to see how long we can hold in for. How long we can battle with confusion and navigate our way somehow through numerous pathways.

No one told us that wisdom was not something to be tossed at us but instead, was earned through experience and if luck permits for obvious reasons such as thickheadedness, during swell times with adults. Hopefully, during such times, we realize its time to have our ears to the ground so we can take heed to words spoken by the old and presumably wise ones.

Sep 3, 2013

Whispers and no words

No one told us that when 2 + 0 sum up to become 20 and not 2, that our lives would be turned inside out. That the whole fantasy of adultho...

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You're not alone in this Clueless game

I am pretty sure that the man in the great looking suit is as clueless as I am. At least that is what I like to think.  That even though he might put up a gallant stance and when we do speak, he might be the perfect gentleman with fine manners. He might sweep me off my feet with his chivalrous words and I would whisper most seductively.

        "You are far too kind" Flipping my invisible mane from the nape of my neck.
He might have that spiky blonde or black locks tied into a ponytail but if you ask me, needs a great deal of wash. I can hardly hold up my distance beside him because of the stench from those dreads. I would like to think that such a fetid

Aug 18, 2013

You're not alone in this Clueless game

I am pretty sure that the man in the great looking suit is as clueless as I am. At least that is what I like to think.  That even though he...

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Chat - Up Lines

Hello fam,

So I have this beautiful poster that has been ripped up by its sides hanging on my wall. I was not the one that put it up for display. I found it there when I moved in to my rented basement apartment and I thought I should retain it because of its ridiculous content. I was thinking of what to share with you guys today and I could barely come up with something creative. And so I scanned my cute kitchen looking for something that I could easily prey on and transform into a blog post. There it was at last with its red and white hue screaming at me for some attention. I was reluctant at first like a young bride not sure whether she should kiss her beau or just wait until he makes the first move. I was not one to wait for too long. Erm lets just say in this instance so I grabbed my lappy in haste as I begun typing this post. So here it is. I would advice you to get comfy by snuggling yourself under a duvet with a cup of hot chocolate while you read this because it's going to be fun fun fun all the way.

Aug 7, 2013

Chat - Up Lines

Hello fam, So I have this beautiful poster that has been ripped up by its sides hanging on my wall. I was not the one that put it up for ...

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