12 Years in the Making January 30, 2009

I think I’m still flying high on adrenaline as I’m running on about 2 hours of sleep. I must prepare you before you read on, some of you may lose an ounce of respect for me, some may be surprised, some will be jealous. This post is now officially announcing my love of boy bands. Not all boybands, just one.

I love, love, love the Backstreet Boys. Ever since that fateful day in the 6th grade, I was in my basement watching the Hit List, I remember Aashna introducing a new entry on the countdown, Backstreet Boys – Get Down. I was instantly hooked. Just seconds into the video, I had already figured out which one was my favourite. The one, the only Mr. Nickolas Gene Carter. Sure, I’ve enjoyed looking at all 5 of them over the past 12 years, but there was something about that Nick.

Let me put this adoration into perspective for you. You know how some couples have a list of celebrities they get a “get out of jail free” card should you end up cheating with them? I don’t need a list, I just need one person. This would be Nick Carter.

Fast forward to present day. I was out for dinner with a couple of friends on Sunday night, one of them mentioned that Nick would be celebrating his 29th birthday at a club in Toronto (well, Thornhill to be exact). I was in shock. I took advantage of this rare opportunity and immediately purchased tickets for the event.

So, last night, some friends and I head over to Nava for the birthday bash. Enjoy a meal there (to ensure we get prime spots) and gush over our BSB memories, it was great to feel 12 again. My love shows up and I’m thisclosetohimseriouslysocloseIdidn’tknowwhattodowithmyself. So I did the obvious thing and just stared, like a crazy stalker.

Although I didn’t get to converse with my love, I got this photo and I left happy. All is well with the world.

Blockbuster Movie: Starring my Playlist January 23, 2009

So I’m sitting at my desk, killing time and a thought popped in my head (yes, surprising!). I don’t think I can really know someone until I peer at their iPod. Sounds a bit odd, but if you think about it you can learn a lot about someone by scanning their playlist…really.

I thought I’d let you all get to know me a bit better via this fun little game. I randomly scanned my iPod to fill in the fields below, by the end of it you’ll apparently have my biopic in the form of music.

Now I must warn you, I do have a very diverse array of music on my ‘Pod, judge all you want, laugh it up even, but I hope you’re laughing at yourself too when you catch yourself singing that catchy tune.

Opening Credits: So Here We Are – Bloc Party - Good, mellow beat that I can totally see fitting for the opening credits, not too sure if the words work all that well though.

Waking Up: Drain the Blood – The Distillers – Now this doesn’t work at all…for me anyways. I do like this song though.

First Day At School: Club Foot – Kasabian – Maybe if it was just the beat and the background singing and I was an Upper Easter Sider in Gossip Girl.

Falling In Love: Get Down – Backstreet Boys – Maybe if I was 13 again and falling in love with Nick Carter (like I did when I first saw the video for this song).

Breaking Up: Thnks fr th Mmrs – Fall Out Boy – Is it some sort of ironic thing to remove all of the vowels in the song title? Anyways, songs serves its purpose at this point in the biopic.

Prom: Why Can’t I? - Liz Phair – Ohhh…how exciting. At this point, I think I’m at the prom with a boy but want to be with another one, the one I love.

Life’s OK: Pin – Yeah Yeah Yeahs – According to this song, life’s ok…when I’m sleeping with people.

Breakdown: Electric Feel - MGMT – Not quite.

Driving: Du Matin Jusqu’au Soir – Edith Piaf – Ohhh…driving in France.

Flashback: Seductress of Bums – The Raveonettes – Flashing back to the days when Life was OK.

Getting Back Together: This Love – Maroon 5 – Kind of the opposite of what is supposed to be happening.

Wedding: Every Part of Me – Sam Roberts – Not first dance material.

Sex Scene: Fantasy – Mariah Carey – Lacks passion, but it’s a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby.

Birth of Child: Pour Some Sugar on Me – Def Leppard – I think it’s this song that leads to conception of said child.

Final Battle: Waiting for Tonight – Jlo – Don’t let this sexiness of this song fool you because I’ve been waiting for tonight to kick your butt with the same Jlo glow.

Funeral Song: Four to the Floor – Starsailor – Promoting life, not death.

Dance Sequence: Simple Kind of Life – No Doubt – This is where I realize that I can have a simple kind of life and just dance the rest of my life away (although I’m dead now? Or was that my nemesis that died?).

End Credits: Lucky Star – Madonna – And they lived happily ever after…unless I’m the one that died.

Le fin.

Wanna play? Here’s how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)

2. Put it on shuffly/random

3. Press play

4. For every question, type the song that’s playing

5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

Walking in a Winter Wonderland January 19, 2009

I woke up this morning in a crappy mood. I had a terrible Sunday (aside from visits from Mum and my cousin) and found myself tossing and turning between 10pm and midnight, which then turned into a scalding hot shower after midnight (this is my how to deal with crappy nights routine). I eventually fell asleep, ditched the gym this morning and left for work in the same crappy mood. To make matters worse, I didn’t have my ipod earphones with me.

Anyways, when I left my apartment this morning, I didn’t think anything would possibly cheer me up. I reached the sidewalk and suddenly, a smile appeared on my face. It was so gorgeous out this morning. Mini ice bits fell from the sky, looking like silver sparkles (or fairy dust as I referred to it) were covering the city. All of the snow around me was covered with little ice flakes, it looked like Swarovski had sprinkled their leftover inventory everywhere. It was quite a sight. It’s just a shame that it ended as soon as I got to Yonge St.

It was a simple little treasure that reminded me that my world is not crumbling. It also let me know that as much as I try to hide it, I will forever love sparkle.

Image courtesy of stellaretriever on Flickr.

The Obligatory 2009 Post January 5, 2009

Oh how I dislike New Years. Why is it even a holiday? Everything seems so planned and silly. As someone who plans out everything in advance, I don’t like the countdown to screams, champagne or a kiss, I’d prefer to do it all before midnight to throw everyone for a loop. Ah well, fortunately it has come and gone and I enjoyed my quiet evening at home with boy, good food, P, Manacala and Arrested Development. As per usual, I like to reflect on 2008 and make plans for 2009…

2008 was great! I traveled to NYC and Newfoundland, took my first trip to Kingston, ON (best Indian food ever), trekked over to Ottawa over Thanksgiving and enjoyed the sights. I moved out! Finally! It’s been about 4 months and I don’t regret it one bit. My independence is back, I’m responsible again and I don’t have to answer to anyone. Ahh, relief. I adopted a kitten, named Penelope (or P, Penniwinkle, Pencicle, Penners) and she’s growing so fast. I’ve worked on my career and have set a few goals for myself in the office over the next year…hopefully they’ll come to reality soon enough.

What’s in store for 2009?

• learn to dive – sad but true, I have no idea how to dive. I had a traumatic moment as a child that involved a cannonball and a comment like, “that was the biggest wave ever”. I most likely took it the wrong way and have since only jumped into the water via pencil dive.
• gym it up – everyone says I want to lose 20lbs and caves 2 weeks into the year. I’ve had a love/hate relationship with the gym for the past 2 years and go more than not. I just want to make it a priority and find a routine that works for me and challenges me instead of sticking to the same thing every visit.
• be healthy – another common change. I’m not dieting, I just want to make a change in my lifestyle that will include healthier foods. I’ve come to the realization that crappy foods (such as my beloved Cheetos) make me feel crappy. Next time I’m down in the dumps, I want to make an effort to grab an apple instead of a cupcake.
• read more! Self explanatory.
• No more muffins from the office “restaurant”! I’m giving them up. They seem to be deep friend, which can’t be good for anyone.

Here’s to feeling fine in 09.