Archive for July, 2011

(credit) Drip N’ Good Ice Cream | Helene Smith Photography


It’s finally beginning to feel like summer in my city. Oh yes! Time to indulge in my favorite non-dairy icy treats  — sorbetto, coconut milk ice “cream” — mmm. Actually, who am I kidding? I can always, no matter what season, indulge in icy treats!

Okay, I admit it, I have cheated. *Shameface* I’ve had a milkshake. I’ve had a marshmallow sundae at DQ (a nostalgic childhood favorite). I’ve had a Purdy’s bar: first dipped in white chocolate, then in milk chocolate, then rolled in roasted nuts. I couldn’t resist them all. It pained me — literally. My body rejected the dairy and I felt incredibly foolish afterwards (refresher here). *Sigh*


Currently my absolute favorite go-to non-dairy icy treat is “Cherry Amaretto” coconut milk frozen dessert by Purely Decadent (called “So Delicious” in Canada). A spoonful and I’m in cherry-amaretto bliss — where you could ask me to do anything and I’ll probably comply because I wasn’t even listening. 

Hot damn, that’s some ambrosia, right there. It’s the palest ballerina pink. It’s creamy. It has chunks of dark cherries. A hint of almondy-amaretto goodness. Deliciousness. Oh yes, yes, yes. And, oh how!, this stuff’s much creamier than regular ice cream. Give me a moment. Yum.


The other day I was full of glee to visit my favorite local haunt (Bella Gelateria). It was an “ICECREAM!” moment, à la Eddie Murphy in Delirious. Have you ever seen that sketch? OMG. Hilarious beyond belief.

Just like that, I had to sing with icy treat pleasure: “I have some icecream! I’m gonna eat it all! I have some icecream! You wanna lick? — Syke!

* Watch Eddie’s “Icecream SketchHERE *

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That’s relativity

(credit) Summer Love on the Road | Going to the Pictures 

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour.

Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.

THAT’S relativity.

– Albert Einstein 

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♡ Embracing cute

(credit) Cable Car | Nidhi Chanani @ etsy

Tell me I’m clever,

Tell me I’m kind,

Tell me I’m talented,

Tell me I’m cute,

Tell me I’m sensitive,

Graceful and wise,

Tell me I’m perfect —

But tell me the truth.

– Shel Silverstein


Today a friend of mine kept on squealing about how I was cute. Yes, squealing. Yes, cute. I’m flattered, yes. I’m not trying to complain, per se. Okay, I am…only because I do believe that I’m a tad too old to be called cute anymore. *Pause* Okay, I’m over it already. I embrace it. I’m okay with being described as cute.

Apparently my personality is cute. My appearance is cute. The words that come out of my mouth are cute. Oh dear. It’s not on purpose. I admit that I have moments where I wish that I came off as graceful, sexy, womanly, mature, feminine. Cute is not really what I’m going for, at least not on purpose, but I suppose that’s who I really am.


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♡ Great minds discuss ideas

(credit) Free Your Mind | The Wheatfield @ etsy

Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people.

— Eleanor Roosevelt

PS: Sigh, I am guilty of the latter. If I could, I would profusely apologize to those people…but I can’t apologize without awkwardness, especially since they don’t exactly know that I vented about them. Yeah, yeah, I admit it. Lookit, although I’m supposed to be all independent and strong, I’m really just a girl that’s a bit soft, a bit sensitive, a bit proud, a bit emotive, that likes to feel protected and safe (re: trust) with the people around her (*shrug* — why isn’t this okay for women anymore?)…yet I won’t ever allow someone to make me a pushover. Nope, I couldn’t bear it. At the same time, I’m pretty forgiving…even though I never forget.

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☺ Daily Smile | Hey Ya! twins

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These boys make me want to be a mom so much. Adorable! I love how one twin can belt out the lyrics, while the other twin shimmies like his hips (and shoulders) don’t lie — he has Elvis moves. He cracks me up because all throughout he has this total.serious.expression on his face. Seriously, I love them! 

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(credit) Over the Clouds | Naoko Sstoop

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

call to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

— Mary Oliver

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(credit) Print | Gayana @ etsy


I’d forgotten that a certain someone had send me City and Colour songs years before. Seriously, I can be most forgetful. It may also be because I simply don’t spend my time listening to depressing emo music. Depression is not a state of being I like to immerse myself in, thank you very much.

Interestingly, this certain someone is American, and City and Colour is decidedly Canadian, like me — alas, an American had to introduce me to a Canadian artist. If you ever want to listen to the most amazing music, listen to CBC Radio 3. Your ears will be delighted.


So, the reason behind the songs? City and Colour has songs about long-distance relationships, of which I’m well-versed. So, yes, my person sent me, by the way, “As Much As I Ever Could” (listen HERE) and “The Girl” (listen HERE). Actually, I listened the heck out of the former song…because it’s so lovely, despite its melancholy. Yes, my person is sweet. A pure heart. How could you not appreciate a love-letter like “As Much As I Ever Could“? *Swoon*

* Listen HERE to “As Much As I Ever Could


Recently I was waiting for a friend at a coffee shop when this song called “Little Hell” came on. Lo and behold, it’s a song by City and Colour. I only found that out because I had to google the first of the lyrics below. Hot damn, I need the Shazam app! My spine reverberated with the tingles. Why? I can’t explain it exactly…but it all began when I heard the lyrics:

There’s a degree of difficulty in dealing with me

From my haunted past comes a daunting task of living through memories.

If we could just hang a mirror on the bedroom wall, stare into the past and forget it all…

Ah, yes. So very lovely. Sometimes we are choked by the past, haunted by it, even if we don’t want to admit it. It, quite frankly, ruins what could-have-beens so very often. All we can do is allow someone to come in and embrace it…to let it all go. To be a girl, and let the guy be a hero. Nothing else will do.

* Listen HERE  to “Little Hell” *


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