Therapy is for whimps.



I will never be a bridesmaid. Random thought I know, but that’s what blogs are for aren’t they? reading random thoughts and opinions and emo-musings veiled in mediocre writing and tied to subversive art to try and get your attention?…well, here’s my “blog post” for the day then:

I never really had many friends growing up and I have never been sure what part of me is to blame. I know I can be painfully shy (which comes across as ‘disinterested bitch’), but I have been this way since I was a wee lass, hiding behind my mother’s legs at parties. I would hold on to her for dear life, peeking out every so often to see who the giant that smelled funny was, trying to ask me questions that my small voice could not answer.

In class at school, I would DREAD group work. It wasn’t until my classmates (mis)took me for a smartypants that they would ask to be my partner, and even then it was only so they wouldn’t have to work as hard. As for gym class?!….don’t even get me started…I was basically Skee-lo (which on second thought, is a pretty good nickname for me.)

In high school, when my only friend was away for the day, I would eat my lunch alone in a bathroom stall or walk around the neighbourhood for the entire lunch hour, having conversations with myself and killing time until classes resumed. Some days I would dread being alone so much that I wouldn’t even go at all.

Now, I am not in high school (thank god) but I am still faced with social situations that I can’t seem to crack the surface of. I have mastered the art of topical conversation and friendly greetings but, what comes after that? Sure, you could say that I know a lot of people in my city, probably as a result of trying to find friendship in extra-curricular activities or new schools altogether-(I went to 6 of them),
But do they know me? We can hug and show grand gestures in the first 3 minutes of conversation, but beyond the idle chatter, is there any substance? Most of the time I find that people don’t even remember my name…Just my face.

On the bright side, over the last couple of years, I have reconnected with a few friends that I had gained in truth, but lost in the pursuit of false. The ones that loved me whether I was a geek or a “scenester” and I hope to never lose them again. I have also made new friendships that I have yet to explore the depths of, but I can only hope that they will become better friends as the years pass. They see the real me and like it (FINALLY)…I know I’m the new girl, so I probably won’t be a bridesmaid, but at least I’ll be invited to the wedding.




Jag vet en dejlig rosa, och vit som liljeblad.
I know of a lovely rose, she is white as the lily’s petal.

När jag på henne tänker, så görs mitt hjärta glad.
It gladdens my heart to think of her.

Dess stämma ger en hjärtans tröst, likt näktergalens blida röst,
Her voice gives great solace, like the gentle sound of the nightingale,

så hövisk och så ljuv.
so courteous and delightful.

Som solen fagert skiner, är hon som purpur klar.
Alike the fair sunshine, she is bright as purple.

Gud låt dig aldrig sörja, men alltid vara glad.
God let you never sorrow, but always be merry.

Må de få komma samman med hjärtans fröjd och gamman,
May they come together with joyful hearts,

som längta till varann.
who long for each other.

Var dag går solen neder och dagelig uppgår.
Each day the sun goes down, each day it rises.

När kommer dagen blider, att jag dig skåda får?
When will the clear day come again, that I can behold you?

I hågen är du städs mig när. Farväl, farväl, min hjärtlig kär.
You are always close to me in my mind. Farewell, farewell, my beloved.

Mångtusende godnatt!
Many thousands of goodnights!

Gypsy Woman

English law describes a gypsy as such: “persons of nomadic habit of life, whatever their race or origin, but does not include members of an organised group of traveling showmen, or persons engaged in traveling circuses, traveling together.”

Gypsies (also known as Romani people or “tinkers”) often live in squalour, begging and panhandling their way through towns and cities. Some perform songs and dances for money. They are known to be thieves and vagrants and on the lower rungs of society’s ladder. When traveling through Europe, our booking agents politely advise us to be weary of them.
Never trust a gypsy.

Havana Club Ad Campaign

Shot by Guy Aroch.

I liked you.

I really liked you. I thought we could be something great. You made me laugh. You made me smile when I thought about our talks on my front porch. You would call me everyday. We would video chat at night. You told me you were confused. Me or her. You didn’t know. I waited in vain for you to decide. I had to let you go.
Your friend would talk to me. He made me laugh and smile. He would call me everyday. We would video chat in the middle of the night. I went out for a drink. He asked me to come over. We went for dinner. It was Italian. He was an hour late. He was confused. Me or her. I waited in vain. It was always her.

*But this is just a story.*

My Tuesday

Bermuda, Philly, cheese steak, walking tour, Franklin, prison

1LoveT.O. Pop Up Shop

The guys at 1LoveT.O. have managed to turn our city’s nickname into a brand. A stamp of pride for all of the fine young men and women hailing from our city. Where ever Toronto people are in the world, you can be sure they are carrying these t-shirts in their luggage.

I will be in Bermuda for the Cup Match Festival this weekend and you know I’ll be wearing mine!

Whether you’re giving a t-shirt to a visitor, taking it abroad like me, or wearing it at home in the city…

You should head down to their next “POP-UP SHOP” event. Just in time for Caribana weekend!
Thursday July 29th @ Revival 783 College St West. 5-10pm.

T-Shirt Options: White/Black shirts with: Red, Blue, or Purple hearts available in both Mens/Women’s. Black on Black will also be available along with our BRAND NEW White-on-White. (SIZES: Mens S – XL, Women’s S – L)
Please be advised that there are no pre-orders, so first-come, first-served!