the consequences of getting a haircut and make-up done by a cute guy with a british accent...

in need of a slight pick-me-up, i wanted to get a haircut that was considerably shorter than my now-then long locks; something that would be fun and appropriate for the remainder of the summer. the guy who cut my hair was new; relatively good looking, reminding me of a european soccer player - the fellow seemed well put together; he even had one of the nicest british accents i've ever had the pleasure of encountering. and so, i thought that he showed great potential; enough to trust my hair in his hands. however, after a 2-hour chopping session, i left the salon feeling similar to how i felt the day before grade 8 photo-day (which was NOT at all glamorous back then, for those of you wondering). when the poor bloke asked me if i liked what he had done to my hair, i actually didn't have the heart to tell him that i was a bit disappointed, simply because aside from the fact he was ridiculously attractive, he seemed to be having just as bad of a morning as i was and his instructor was already giving him a hard time about cutting my hair "one side longer than the other" and how it wasn't a "creative cut" :o(

poor guy. what probably made it worse for him was that he was then instructed to do my make-up touch-up - which he admitted was actually the first time he'd ever applied make-up in his life. i probably should have suggested that blush is only really supposed to go on the apples of the cheeks... i probably should have *also* told him that he was using an eye-shadow brush to apply gloss on my lips.

*sigh* well, can't really blame the guy for trying. besides, if hairstyling doesn't work out for him, he *could* have a potential career in soccer waiting for him in the future :oP

summerlicious.

She's like a baby, I'm like a cat
When we are happy we both get fat...

-- from "Life in a Nutshell" by the Barenaked Ladies

we came, we saw, we ate... a lot :o)

once... again.

currently the song in my head:

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now...

-- from "Falling Slowly" by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova (from the "Once" movie soundtrack and the album "The Swell Season")

earlier tonight, a conversation with a close friend who just had her heart broken reaffirmed how matters of the heart - even while in our 20s - can easily be just as awkward, difficult, confusing, yet just as amazing and even delightful as they were in our adolescent years - if not more...

*sigh*

motownphilly's back again!

it seems that i didn't have to wait too long for the adventures to fall into my lap after blogging that last entry. yesterday evening i found myself on a spur-of-the-moment road trip to casino rama to see boyz II men in concert! tess unexpectedly had two 9th row tickets to spare (the bonus being that they were sold with a ridiculously good discount) and asked me if i was interested... umm chyeah?! boyz II men (along with many others) practically helped define my musical and social existance from pre-adolescence to the end of high school - not to mention that almost every song of theirs was somehow connected to each of the boys i *liked* while growing up (and there were many... lol).

and with that, we drove the 1 hour and 43 minutes it took to get there. to our dismay, and to tess' heartfelt disappointment, we arrived as the guys were finishing up "on bended knee" - however, the rest of the show was excellent and revived my nostalgia of the days of grade 7/8 dances, elementary and high school heart-flutters and heartaches... it was great. the show was a little on the short side - just 1 hour and a half; which was less than the time it took us to get there (lol); but nonetheless, good times, and great therapy for my funk'd-ified self.

the girls and i giddy after the concert on a mowtownphilly high :o)

riding in my funk-mobile.

"Welcome to the real world",
she said to me condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams
of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side

-- from John Mayer's "No such Thing"

recently, my life appears to be in stationary position. it's weird. not having to do anything "planned" or routine during the week has made me rather slothy and antsy all at the same time. usually around this time of year, if i wasn't in school, i would be working, or if it wasn't that, i'd be happily travelling to some far distant lands; or doing anything related to... movement.

but since i've finished teachers college in may, and have also managed to finish my esl qualification course in june; i feel july has somehow left me at a standstill; mental pictures casting me in front of some typical lowly western backdrop with a couple of tumbleweeds rolling by, only to mock me of their ability to be in motion. and knowing that for some reason puts me in a place of uncomfortable vulnerability. to be "free" and literally have nothing planned in the next couple of months places me a bit outside of my comfort zone, and though i've found myself many a time craving this same emancipation from all those routine-related things mentioned above; now that i have it, i'm not sure what to do with it. of course, i could always keep looking for a job for september, which has probably been one of the few consistent (not to mention frustrating) things i've been doing since may; but one can only stare at a website and update resumes and cover letters for so long.

reading my past blogs (simply because i now have time on my hands to do so), it seems that there was a lot more to be said about my life. from the people to everyday happenings, life on the whole seemed a lot more adventurous, interesting and ... "bloggable." what happened?! yet, despite this pesudo-rant, i have told myself over and over again that i will not succumb to the common bitterness that many people feel as they get older or when they realize that they have reached a point in their lives where they have absolutely no idea what to make of themselves. but it ain't easy, i'll tell you that much.

there are probably a number of other contributing factors to my current pesudo-rant/ramble - one of them having been playing one too many rounds of the waiting game. but just to make it clear that i haven't totally been stripped of my optimism, i haven't lost all hope that i could easily stumble across a few adventure-esque moments in the next couple of months (guitar lessons and road trips being a very strong possibility :OP). if there's one thing i do know, it's that eventually, like many other funks before this one, this too shall pass (a common theme for me this year) and obla di obla da life goes on brahhh... lala how the life goes on.

only by grace...

From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another. - John 1:16

i feel like the proud parent who just watched her child take its first step.

it took us over a year to complete this project - many doubted, others were skeptical (including myself at times). but now that it's finally come full circle, the only word to describe this accomplishment is... blessed. :o)

enjoy!

"rooted" live worship CD

"nobody puts Baby in a corner."

they don't make movies as good as this anymore... :o)



*sigh*