2PAC 15 YEARS

ITS FUNNY SITTING HER AND LISTENING TO CHANGES BY 2 PAC...

YUP YUP

15 YEARS AGO HE DIED,
14 YEARS AGO BIGGIE DIED

5 YEARS AGO THE MOTHER OF 2PAC AND BIGGIE PRESENT AN MTV AWARDS UNITED!

hot man of the week

This is Gabe Johansen and HOT HOT...

He's 32 and a model.. Imagine him fanning you while sitting by a pool. Humm should he be in underwear or should he be in?

Too Soon Wish you well

Why does it feel that all of a sudden hitting 25 I’ve been to more funerals then celebratory events?

I was once told that the older you get the more time you’ll spend in a church saying good bye. I can just imagine being 80 and see your close friends leave the world. On the other hand I agree that a funeral can be a reunion too.

This weekend I went to a funeral and said good bye to a wonderful lady Linda Whittingham. It was a pretty ceremony and the video was very sweet, but 62 is to early! Last night my friend Don told me that a friend of his passed away at 42 from cancer. Scary EH! I guess life is so short.

So you know what that means! Let’s celebrate our lives and do what you love to do.

Even if it feel like it’s impossible, that impossible is only created by you! Everything is doable; you just have to do it.

So here I come friendly skies..

I dedicate this blog entry to Linda RIP

I love the way you lie

Labour Day Long Weekend..

I LOVE how my long weekend has ended thank you 27 dresses, actually 28 but that was her wedding dress! Yup I'm a sucker for sappy girly movies and O Prince where are you my Prince ? lol. As you can see my girly side loves chick flicks, which only gives me a few weeks to see friends with Benefits before it leaves the theatres.

Now lets talk about my weekend! actually i don't even know where to start.... Hum well lets just say that I had an amazing time, hardly slept, laughed my ass off, drank, and boated..

Actually let me just sum up the trip with this moment and comment.

Picture this: Don sitting across from Narcis, and Don has his back to the mud/dirt road. They we're looking at the fire and conversing in small talk while sitting in their chairs.

All of a sudden the quiet small talk was interrupted with this massive noise coming from a truck while pulling something. That something was a wooden palette which was tied to the back with some rope. Remember that wooden palettes have no wheels, nothing to really hold on, and traveling through mud and water. Only if they knew the night before i pee'd in that water. Ironically enough the people we're pissed drunk and screaming full of excitement. O i forgot to mention one guy fell in the mud and was covered from head to toe.

Again picture this: As the truck drove by, Don and Narcis stopped talking, both turned to face the mud/dirt road, and had the most dumb found look on our face of 'OMG did we just see that and WTF'. After they came to terms Don said "omg i wish Adam was her to see this". Funny thing Adam walked back from the car and he's like "I just saw the most white trash thing''

Besides the truck moment I had a great weekend. Spent sometime with so many great friends and amazing people. I couldn't of asked for anything else... I'm very happy that i can add this weekend to my memories... I also think I'll have a scare to reflect back on. Yup a scare from the hatchet that decided to take a bite of my hand. BUTCH EH....

Thanks again to Don, Adam, Delta, Della, Mark, Mike, Tonya and her husband. Special thanks to Maya for the amazing boat ride to the rope launch. Animal special thanks BELLA...

This song is Just amazing

I hope you enjoy these lyrics as much as i do...

Love is such a funny thing to me because it takes more then words to show someone you love them. Actions speak so much stronger then words... Anyone can say I love you! But lots can't show I love you..

Saying "I love you"
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew how easy
It would be to show me how you feel

More than words
Is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
'Cause I'd already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real

What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying "I love you"

More than words

Now but I've tried to talk to you
And make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands
And touch me
Hold me close, don't ever let me go

More than words
Is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
'Cause I'd already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real

What would you say if I took those words away
When you couldn't make things new
Just by saying "I love you"

More than words
More than words
More than words
More than words
More than words

BREATH

Okay Narcis! Breath in and out, slowly and you’ll be okay.

I’ve been told numerous times that having a blasting headache, waves of nausea, and craving fast food is a sign of a good night. I think those are true spoken words of an alcoholic or a drunk. All I want to do is curl up, sleep, cuddle, and eat… O and more sleep.

Let me start off by saying this.. My friend Don, Amazing guy has managed to score himself a spot walking the catwalk for Vancouver Men’s fashion week. I’m so jealous and wish I was a little taller; I guess good stuff does happen to good people. So congratulations Don.. O and he’s not just a super model he’s a movie star too.

Well Don here’s some Tyra advice for you

“Don't let a boy outshine you, because boys usually are the accessory in a shot.”

Or this one “And I want you to be all you can be, not bitch all you can bitch.”

She forgot to end with “In the Army… “ Boya!! I felt a little butch there while flexing and saying boya…

Now let’s talk about why I’m hung over…

It started off with an amazing work out. I managed to pump some weight to bulk up my chest and arms so I can feel buff. Well maybe just a little buff and more bloated but that’s a whole other can of worm. After the gym I made my way to the cold beer and wine store to pick up a bottle of Argentinean wine. Actually it was a 1L bottle, great price and I think it was good. Clearly we consumed it all… After leaving the store I grabbed my car and circled around for about 15 minutes until I found my parking spot. I got out of the car, locked my door, grabbed the important stuff like my bottle and bag then closed the passage left side door behind me. I can still remember the door closing and I saying FUCK I locked my keys in the car!

Let’s just say that the bottle managed to become loose and travel to my mouth unconscious. Yes that’s right I was a trash bag! I was drinking wine from a paper bag while sitting on the curb. Was this a low part in my life? HELL FUCKING NO… In fact I was hoping a homeless guy would come by to help, but of course when in need you don’t succeed. I guess after an hour of trying to break into my car and no progress we called busters. 40 minutes later, a bottle down, $52.20 in the whole, and 2 hours late for a BBQ I had my keys. Regardless of the evening I actually had a great time. So special thanks to Don and Peter for experiencing that ordeal with me.

I love what life dealt me last night.. Such a great time…