"All language is but a poor translation."
Franz Kafka

Sunday, May 30, 2010

OOPS!

so the other day i was posting something from my friends computer... and when i opened the blog i was in complete and utter shock!

"that's NOT blog.
blog is pretty... not mucky!"

i realized that yall haven't been seeing what i've been seeing all this time! OOOOOPS, my bad!
i guess HTML editing is not my strength AND google chrome is arrogant and completely deceiving!

so i did some research and finally managed to fix it. HTML : you have been owned SUCKAAAA
to think a single spacing can make all the difference :|

I'm terribly sorry about it all! i realize that some posts weren't even visible cause i type in white over what was supposedly my black background

i hope this is a little easier on the eyes and that you like it as much as i have adored it!
now what you see is what i see :)

JTM blog,
XOX



r e n e g a d e
i am my condition



Illuminati.

embedding was disabled on the version of the video i adore, but i insist on sharing : this beat is trop fly.


shut your yap!
home on a sunday :)

dreaming to the tune

Should i give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?




One of my favourit-est words ever : FIERCE.
this lady is FIERCE.


fuckyeahrihanna.tumblr.com
terrace night - RESTOs




Visiting Bernard.














a beautiful outing concocted on a whim.
past the buzzing crowd lined up for some late night bilboquet ice cream, we made our way to an absolute treasure of a restaurant:
Les Enfants Terribles.
our gorgeous city, lovely terrace, stunning waiters, scrumptious delights, entertaining neighbors, hovering hockey game, laughs and giggles. 
love on bernard street.

try it for yourself some time :)
Mimi and Gaya approved! xoxo

Thursday, May 27, 2010

*sigh*

Wednesday, May 26, 2010



விண்ணைத்தாண்டி வருவாயா...




the night's smoldering heat is unbearable... but a sweet burden it is.


a day of splendor. 


the sun shines down and all things seem different. my face erupts into a smile and my heart feels light despite the hot, heavy air. messy hair up in the clear blue sky, skin glowing in enchantment and beads of sweat travelling the back of my neck.


muscles sore from plucking weeds and mowing distances of overgrown greens. hands and knees dusted in dirt, creepy critters moving about.


cold water from the pipe, running through my fingers and tickling my toes.


slow and steady.


a day of splendor.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

summer 2010 bucketLIST


SOCCER PICNIC 
terrace night - RESTOs           
SUSHI PARTY 
cake-off 
PARC JEAN DRAPEAU        
old port - tourist for a day      
COCKTAIL PARTY 
Juliette&CHOCOLAT         
Ice creamm at la dolce vita on really HOT nights 
movie marathon on a rainy night


We, the undersigned, hereby agree to participate in all of the activities listed above by September 1, 2010. 
Failure to comply will result in a penalty of 5.00 buckaroos.
Money collected, if any, shall be donated to a selected charity.

x. Gaya
x. Mimi

SALACIOUS + hilarious = HILAtious


- Mimi



Who am I living for? 
Is this my limit
Can I endure some more? 
Chances are giving 
Questions existing 



yessssssssssssssss






*DEUCES




a friend had blogged this and i had to repost cause i am obsessing over this track, it's unreal.

Monday, May 24, 2010

i want to sleep. now.
god forbid i want something.


BLAAAHHH life.


i'm sorry to be bugging, really, but you're the only one i have right now.
my body is aching, my thoughts are tired and yet my eyes are alert, investigating every inch of darkness and silence permeating my room.


i've to be up early tomorrow! despite my self inflicted boredom the world insists i go along with it and so i have things to get done... things that require some type of energy that i doubt i'll have if i don't get some shut eye right now... body are you listening? i know you're barely listening...



please please pleaseeeee?




who took my thunder?
who stole my laughter?
who shattered my dreams?


****



Why are you so beautiful?
Why do you linger in my thoughts? Why do I care?
Why are you here? Why did I meet you? Who are you?
Where were you all this time? Why now?
Why me?
Are you real?
Are you honest?
Am I making this up in my head?
Am I asking for something that cannot be mine?
Am I allowed?
Can I?

INSOMNIA?










BIG CITY
White LIGHTS
Sleep all day
Up all NIGHT

Hey baby
I'm a ROCKSTAR



Big shit talker
I NEVER play the VICTIM
I'd rather be a stalker

So baby TAKE me in
I'll disobey the law







XX.


soooo i got carried away with the camera, but at least my room is clean :)

G.

Sunday, May 23, 2010


if the walls could tell stories...
part IV








if the walls could tell stories...
part III














if the walls could tell stories...
part II










if the walls could tell stories...
part I





Saturday, May 22, 2010



room cleaning jams  



I'm annoyed. BY ME!

All i do is whine. it's about time i get off my sorry little pitying bum and do something positive and maybe even productive!!

imma clean my room, wooooot!
i'll let you know how i survive the task: i have a feeling that i am going to be telling the story of how i was completely owned by the mess that it is right now... i'm quite ashamed of it's lack of lady character. wish me luck!

OOOH and google's pacman-ness is uber awesome, is it not?? jadore!




i want to live this song. everyday.

monster courting insanity


tra la la la laaa

we come to the end of another slow and wasted day.
i woke to the afternoon sun gleaming through my windows.
a cup of tea and then i got started on my task for the day... rather the never ending task of 15 yesterdays ago : job applications. the process i hate cause every time i open the profile of a potentially exciting opportunity, my light is quickly put out by the reality of it all... too good to be true. why is it so hard? i am qualified, intelligent enough to grasp new things promptly and efficiently... i even have experience with respectable companies! the idea that my name has a role to play is tugging at my tired brains. 

baaaaaah. i feel useless and the worst part is the fact that this bears over my head like a big black cloud everywhere i go is taking a toll on my relationships. i am completely and shamelessly neglecting family and i can't convince myself to act any differently right now. i feel like big old monster. big and evil, filled with all the hate and negativity that could possibly fit in my barely 5 foot frame.

sometimes it feels like some people have it all, right from the get go... not even having tried. the grades, the job, the boyfriend, the social life, the looks, the... you name it, they got it. here we are trying so desperately that we are courting insanity.

also, my sleeping patterns are way out of whack. i sleep in the early morning and wake up in the afternoon. it's not even insomnia anymore as my sister pointed out, cause now i`m actually sleeping... its just me being a plain old, absolutely ridonkulous being.

my baby brother walked into my room, where i've been hiding out much like hermit these past few weeks, and asked me if i'd like to watch Alice in Wonderland with him. i was not up for it... but he stood there. i said to him, maybe later and then he asked me what i was doing.

i was pouting. not much of an answer, so i says to him... you know what, ya, let`s watch that movie.
that movie was the best thing to happen to me all day... heck... all week.

magical, creative, imaginative, colouful, simple. all of those happy things.
it tickled my heart long enough for me to be happy for a while... it was more than i could afford given any other circumstance.

i'm learning something new off late, gratitude for my countless blessings that so often escape my view.

Friday, May 21, 2010


Hands down
I'm too proud, for love
But with eyes shut
It's you I'm thinking of

But how we move from A to B it can't be up to me
Cause you don't know
Who I was before you
Basically to see a change in me
I'd be losing, so I just ignore you, yeah
Oh oho
But your on my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind
Oh oho
But maybe in time, in time, in time
I'll tell you

A little bit, a little bit
A little bit in love with you
I guess that I'm a little bit, a little bit, a little bit in love with you
Oh oho

I know you don't break their hearts
But it's you I wanna take apart
And I will never ever be the first, to say it
But still I they know I ah ah ah

I would do it
Push a button
Pull a trigger
Climb a mountain
Jump off a cliff
Cause you know baby I love you love you
A little bit

I would do it
You'd say it
You'd mean it
I would let you do it
It was you and I and I only
Ha hm

I think I'm a little bit
Little bit
A little bit in love with you
But only if you're a little bit
Little bit
Little bit
In lalalala love with me

I hope they never find out
What they already know, know, know
As soon as it's official
We'll have to let it go, go, go
So we don't confirm the fling
Keep avoiding all the questions
You'll get teased for many things
I'm just scared to learn a lesson

The pressures on
Both hearts beat like a metronon
Both n'sync like a justin song
Feels so right but it's just soo wrong
I wonder where my world 'bout
Where niggas said I know, tryna talk my girl out
And her friends say I ain't the one to go for
She just get jealous cause you always get approached more
Oh well tell her fall back caught up in some more shit tell her call back
Tell her get a man that ain't cheating on her ass
With a girl that I know yeah tell her all that, that
And as for you I think I know your the one
The closest I've come
I'm probably...

A little bit
A little bit
A little bit in love with you
I guess that I'm a little bit
A little bit
A little bit
A little bit in love with you
Oh oho
Lalalala love with me
Oh oho, oh oho
Words- babycakes8
Photography- elenoar rask

drifting

Been gone for a while, many reasons keep me away these days...


Apart for the obviously severe and chronic case of laze i suffer from, i've just lost my words. the thinking continues only now my thoughts collide into knots and stay tangled until they deteriorate from suffocation. i don't intend to sound depressing but its the only words i can muster up at the moment. 


STRESS.
about not being able to find a job. 
feeling restricted by circumstances.
being a mess. my room is a testament to the storm my soul is weathering. 
being overwhelmed by my insignificance. 
uninspired. 
colourless.
lackluster. 
irresolute.
mundane,


i walk in a shower of sun beams, completely unable to feel the warmth despite my miserable attempts.  impermeable to life.


sometimes  it feels like i'm trying so hard to make things fit together again... so hard. it's frustrating and it's eating at me.


i don't know what to do.
i pray.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

question! tell me what you think about...

is it just me or is Ian Somerhalder lookin a hell of a lot like Nico in this pic?? the eyes like. a lot.


File:Ian Somerhalder.jpg

Monday, May 10, 2010

COUNTDOWN 
Carmenita's 21st Birthday!
T-7 days 

tune on the brains




So can you do me a favor if I pull it together
Make it 
sooner than later, we won't be here forever
And I realize I waited too long but please don't move on
You don't need no one else

Friday, May 7, 2010

insomniac nights III





in all fairness i had coffee a couple of hours ago O.o


i don't need no macbook or fancy programs to distort my face... i can do it all by myself (H)





dragon nails... gotta fix that... to do list!



my nose is a diva.

G.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Lost my thunder


that's it... i need me some sleeping pills or something.
i can't seem the get myself out this stupid not sleeping and then being uber tired all day cycle. GAHH.


things are boring lately... i have an entire summer ahead of me and the first weeks are slow and annoying. 
i have things to do, i'm quite certain, but to get myself to do them... eeek


let's make a list shall we?

  1. get a job... it'll appease the deafening cries of my bank account and my wardrobe.
  2. get fit. i hate that i can't run up the stairs in the metro no more... i content myself with running up the escalator but that's just not the same.
  3. see my friends and be much less of an emo bum.
  4. volunteer... get those projects in my head out there and done. gosh that's a list on it's own...
  5. fix my room : as in paint it and organize it... it's been a mess since... well exactly a year ago when we moved in.
  6. get my sleeping habits back to normal like way back in high school... -_-
  7. complete the list of things to do.

mehhhh. nothing excites me anymore... everything is in such a lull.
i turn on the tv, flip through... and then turn it off (i watch glee on the net).
i put on my music, shuffle through the tracks and and then turn it off.


i clean my room to pass the time, i run down to the kitchen and do the dishes once in a while, i sit on the couch staring at the beams of sunlight hitting the wood floors on sunny afternoons.
i visit the blog world and the portraitbook occasionally.


i feel old and useless... 

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

More Raavanan Business

A huge fan, at the risk of being pathetic:

the 30 seconds preview of the Tamil version of "Behene De" has been on loop for the past 3 days. Nuff said.
Although there is room for bias (a), I do sincerely believe that the Tamil version is a nudge better.






...For the love of purple jumpsuits... and a certain GEM!
graffiti courtesy of LILO <3










why the pastel colours you ask? because I walked through the 3D "tendances mode" exhibition at Ailes de la Mode today... minus the 3D shades... I'm smart that way.

BLOGGER NEEDS TO GET A CANADIAN ENGLISH DICTIONARY!! I WILL NOT WRITE COLOR (minus now, for ranting purposes).