Sunday, January 22, 2012

Oh Sheila
My new favourite dance video.
I love everything about it. The song, the moves, the style, how much fun the dancers are having and the whole concept of coming together as a single dance community and just dancing together and soaking in each other's awesomeness. It's not a hard choreography, but the way the dancers execute it with such flair, happiness, and essence of togetherness... a warm glow just radiates from my computer screen.

Movement Lifestyle. <3

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Thursday, January 12, 2012

Jiffy
I bought a hamster about 2 weeks ago and I love her. I didn't think I'd fall for her so quickly, but it's impossibly hard when every single thing she does could be short-listed for the Guinness World Record of "cutest thing in the world". I've wanted a hamster for as long as I can remember, but my parents would never allow it. So I figured that since I'm living away from home now, this would be the perfect opportunity to finally have that pet companion I've always longed for.

Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you... Jiffy the Rhino, the Russian Dwarf Hamster.


I named her Jiffy because she climbed out of her box and dipped 2 hours after I bought her (forcing me to go on a 2-hour long frantic hamster hunt), and Rhino because two of my friends wanted me to get a rhino as a pet instead of a hamster (which for obvious reasons would not have been feasible).

She's smaller than the size of my palm and she enjoys eating, sleeping, 2-second bursts of running on her wheel, tossing around wood shavings, using the bars of her cage as monkey bars, nibbling my finger, pooing on boys' hands, and the occasional bottle of Kaluah.

That bottle of Kaluah on the left? Yeah, not mine. It's Jiffy's.



Sunday, January 8, 2012

He is...
"In love with falling in love."

Well who isn't? But that's a recipe for disaster.




99 bottles of _____ on the wall...
I'm not normally an angry or overly depressive person, but I feel like I bottle things up too much. Lately I've been corking a lot of bottles and I feel like things are soon to get a little dangerous for myself and those in my immediate surrounding (primarily me).
I really wish I could have someone to just scream at or cry my eyes out to, someone who will take out all of my frustrations and disappointments.

Why can't life always be a field of rainbows and tiger lilies?