1000 Views Giveaway!

On July 25th, 2014, I started this blog as a way to share my interests and creativity, focusing mainly on personal style. I have had my share of blogs, that even I am unaware of how many there are, though this is the only one that I keep and have kept up-to-date because this one does not feel ‘obligatory’, as it’s something I actually enjoy doing. More importantly, knowing that there are people who actually view my blog is an even better incentive to keep going.

There were times when I wanted to stop posting altogether because nothing that I posted seemed ‘good enough’ in comparison to other people’s blogs that were more refined and essentially, way better. Though self-pity, nor jealousy, were good reasons to stop what I love doing, and they also had to start somewhere, right?

The support of family and friends have contributed to the continuation of this blog, as well as compliments that I’ve received from strangers. I may not be published in any major sites or paper, nor recognized by any major businesses, but I’m beginning to expand my network by connecting with local artists and exposing their works through social media. My pictures having been regrammed by two, local fashion businesses is a good start.

Exactly four months and a day later, I reached 1000 views, people viewing from 23 different countries! I am no Song of Style, nor Bryanboy, but I’m happy. I don’t know if I’ll ever get there but for now, I didn’t even know I would get here.

To show my appreciation, I am doing a giveaway on my Instagram account! Simply like and comment on this photo. As a supporter of all things local and a lover of poetry, I am to share exactly that: a 100g of my favourite Creamy Earl Grey tea + matcha & crispy rice chocolate bar from Naked Leaf and a collection of poems from Canadian writers that I bought from Pages!

Best of luck and once again, thank you!

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A plus tard et avec l’amour!

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Day Out in Wang

I finished my first exam this morning and since my next and last isn’t for another while, I decided to make a visit to Kensington: Naked Leaf & Pages! Teas and books are always good presents.

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I finally wore my Alexander Wang x HM purchase, that is this cool jacket! There is no other way to dress a Wang piece than with monochrome, or in my case, all black. Unaware, the works of flash brings out a surprise of the reflective detail embedded in this jacket! Très cool, non?

DSC04514 DSC04519DSC04507 DSC04509Almost everything I wore today are either limited edition, unavailable online or vintage, so no links for tonight. However, I hope you found inspiration!

A plus tard et avec l’amour!

Morning Grind & Poetry Rhymes

It has been a while since I worked a morning shift, but it feels nice to have a trek in peace and quiet, despite the frosty chill and slippery slopes.DSC03862 DSC03864 What better way to start the morning than to listen to Daughter and have myself a bite and coffee?DSC03866 DSC03879 DSC03882

I am currently obsessing over thick, long socks, scrunched to peek out of booties. I went to Roots yesterday and am in the state of regret for not getting myself a couple of cabin socks. They’re so comfy, warm and Canadian!

For an hour, the café was terribly quiet so I went ahead and recited my poems… not that there is reason to practise.
DSC03872 DSC038851) Plaid Coat: ZARA (similar here) | 2) Sweater: Garage (similar here) | 3) Jeans: Makers of True Originals (similar here) | 4) Socks: Walmart (similar here) | 5) Rain Boots: Mel | 6) Toque: Club Monaco (similar here)

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Armoury

DSC03552Indeed, I am the pessimist
Who despises all holidays
Celebratory of all things ‘exclusive’
Dated,
Waited.
Are they reminder of our flaws,
Our shortcomings
Where jokes, only for April
Finding ‘extra’ on Thanksgiving
Or when we,
Become ‘changed’ persons by January.
But how many deaths are required
Bitter reminders of our own lives
Yesterday, belittled
Grandiose, the next
How many does it take
Fired bullets or ceasing breaths
Will strike us alive
Open our eyes
To see constant appreciation
In both good and bad.
I am victim to such flaws
Wish immune from complaints
And small talks;
In need of a brighter mind
And shoulders bare,
Bear a little lighter
Because why must we carry such heavy weights
Let’s adjust a little
Change,
Slow, if need be
In removing our protective armouries.


There are so many simultaneous feelings that have been lingering in me and the overwhelming weight of all such things has been dragging me down. There is a constant battle between pessimistic tendencies overpowering optimism, but why does the news of death cause a sudden reverse (optimism over the other) that in the end, makes me feel more or less guilty. Simply put, I want to find a little more appreciation in life without needing reminders, nor incentives. I feel as though we are all wearing armoury we do not require, bearing weight that is heavier than we really have.

We Have Grown

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURESHow quickly time has passed
Did we realize we were a few inches taller
Younger siblings with phones, much bolder
Our tongues have become accustomed to things bitter
Beer, but never bittermelon.
We are still kids at heart
And that, our parents will always know
But we cannot stop conversations from changing
How old have we gotten to mention such things:
Like jobs, rings and heavy shoulders
As the world weighs heavier by the minute
Populated with better and better.
Though I know I will always be lucky
To know I still have friends and family to support me
To enjoy amidst a storm,
To smile against all the worries,
To find time in busy,
And learn to accept all changes
Because we have grown…
We have grown.

‘Missed’ Calls

Imported liquor
At the tip of my tongue
4:30, thirsty
Ringing, on silent
To tell me no one’s on the other end of the line.
But the screen suddenly beams
As did her smile
At the nameless stranger
Who’s anticipated words
Will act like compass
To inform her in the change of winds
Direct,
Elsewhere but here.
Here,
There she was
Finally compassed
Compressed, by suffocating air
Greetings
As darkness envelopes
Welcomes her
Here,
Back here,
Where she spends another night hoping
Hopelessly hoping,
For (a dear) life.


Like most people, the first encounter with poetry (music aside) is during our early days of elementary school in English class. I was not particularly a fan of poetry: limericks, haikus, acrostic… very structured and specific poetry. However, even though these types of poems are structured, I did not find them difficult to write. But what I did find challenging was free verse. The oddity in this may already question your mind and in response to your curiosity, it’s simply because there’s no limit to writing free verse. It’s open to any subject, structure and nothing is deemed incorrect.

At the time, even if free verse was my cup of tea, I did not find reason to write outside of class assignments. I suppose I was busy with indulging in mischievous and childish acts instead.

If I remember correctly, it wasn’t until grade 11 when poetry reintroduced itself. This time, it was when slam poetry was beginning to emerge outside four corners and into YouTube videos. My sister was the first person to send me a link and to this day, the feeling of thrill and respect I had when I first watched/listened to a slam, remains the same.

From that year on, I kept writing poetry. I found that writing short free verses (such as the one above) came naturally and quickly. However, I always desired to write beyond my forté and to this day, I have yet to write a slam poem. I don’t know if I’ll ever get there but to be honest, just posting my poetry online is already a huge step for me.

My poetry is very personal and intimate, making it difficult to share with the world. I’ve made several attempts to publish my poetry in blogs, but I always find myself deleting or keeping them under ‘only me’ privacy settings. I suppose it’s difficult to share them with an audience that knows me and since poetry is open to interpretation, judgment inevitably lingers. If I speak for everyone, judgment is unpleasant. But, not criticism.

Very little people enjoy poetry or even understand it. To some extent, even if poetry (as I mentioned) is open to interpretation, there is still a ‘right’ interpretation: the author’s. I seldom find people to share poetry with and even if I do, it’s scary to reveal yourself in such a manner. Therefore, after some ‘logical’ thinking, sharing my poetry through the internet may put me better at ease in desiring to ‘put myself out there’ and hopefully, receive constructive criticism for it.

I don’t know how much attention this post (or my blog entirely) will even receive, but if there’s at least one person out there that enjoys it, I may consider publishing more in the future. Don’t be scared, I accept comments.

Oh, before you leave (you nameless stranger who never called me… I kid), I just thought I’d share my excitement for a poetry class I signed up for in the upcoming school year. I am heavily convinced that it leans towards a more analytical approach as opposed to writing, but no good writer exists without becoming a good reader first. And that’s my gift of optimism to you after such a gloom poem.

A plus tard et avec l’amour!

Music Recommendation of the Week: Dallas Green (City & Colour)

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I love music and am awfully excited to share my interest in it, more specifically by suggesting some of my favourite artists and bands. For my first post, I had to save it for a very special and talented man, my favourite artist to this day (and most likely forever), Dallas Green of City and Colour.

Dallas is a Canadian Alternative artist who was a former member of Alexisonfire. I was first exposed to City and Colour about 4 years ago by one of my closest friends, someone who I actually consider as a big brother, Carlo (check his music out!). The very first song I heard was The Girl and I instantly fell in love! Then again, who wouldn’t?

What attracted me most about Dallas Green was his crisp acoustics, unique voice that is perfectly balanced between crystal clear diction and ‘roughness’ and his incredible dynamics, singing effortlessly from low to high notes (or vice versa).

In 2012, Dallas won the Juno Award for Songwriter of The Year, a well-deserved title for his exceptional talent in songwriting. His music is very poetic and addresses daily struggles that are relatable to most people. Listening to his interviews, it is obvious that he is quite the man with soul, wit and is a nonconformist, traits that make him even more respectable in my books.

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Seeing Dallas Green for the first time at X-Fest Calgary 2013!

Last year, I was lucky enough to see him live at X-Fest Calgary! It was one of the best days of my life that I could scarcely fathom how I managed to not have a heart attack from all the excitement! Seeing artists perform live is quite a different experience from solely listening to them through audio files. Some sound better live or sadly, worst. If my knowledge does not fail me, I believe Dallas Green aims to record his music to have minimal ‘editing’, which makes him even more admirable as he sounds almost identical in recording and live. I do however, prefer live music for most artists.

I could talk endlessly about Dallas Green but I believe this is more than sufficient for sharing. I hope this convinces you enough to take a listen and eventually fall in love, as I have. Dallas Green has put me in a trance ❤


Favourite songs and lines:

1) Sleeping Sickness – “Like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.”

2) Hello, I’m in Delaware – “I will see you again a long time from now.”

3) Of Space and Time – “There’s an elephant in the back of the room,
And it’s standing in plain view,
Everyone can see,
That it looks just like me.”

4) The Girl – “When you cry a piece of my heart dies
Knowing that I may have been the cause.”

5) Little Hell – “There’s a degree of difficulty in dealing with me
From my haunted past comes a daunting task of living through memories.”

6) Like Knives – “And I will blame myself
For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side.”

7) Save Your Scissors – “So save your scissors
For someone else’s skin
My surface is so tough
I don’t think the blade will dig in.”

Website: http://cityandcolour.com/

Hope you like this new segment! Come back in a week for the next recommendation!

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