A toast to new beginnings.

A great poet once wrote "parting is such sweet sorrow". I have come to understand and agree whole heartedly with this statement over the past few weeks. What with friends leaving and myself on the verge of a new frontier, i find myself taking these words to heart. Of course it will be nice to get away, to escape so to speak. But will i ever learn to love this foreign place as much as the old familiar ground that i have long taken for granted? Will i ever feel free to wander and let myself go in the unexplored crevices that i am to now call home? I am sure with time that i will grow to love this place too, but can it ever fully fill the void that will be left when i leave? Will it ever be enough?
Well, here's to diving off into the deep-end, with nothing but the hope of coming to the surface alive to keep me afloat.

Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

Song of the moment: Feels like home by Chantal Kreviazuk

The heat is killing me.

Sweet and sour meat balls are yummy.

As it is summer, and i have less obligations to attend to, i have decided to have weekly project, to keep myself busy. I will have to finish this one fast, seeing as it is already Saturday! And do not fret, i will post the results for all of you have less than even myself to do this summer, and therefore, check my blog on a regular basis:)

Weekly project #1: Chef Boyardi vs. No Name. Who will throw the winning punch?

Song of the moment: The Sound of Settling by Death Cab for Cutie

Myths: uncovered.

Third wheels. Bicycle's have two. Cars have four. Unicycles have one. Only friggin tricycles have three wheels and no one friggin drives those fucking things around anymore. So where do people get off saying that they are the supposed "third wheel". Aren't those only supposed to exist when you are romantically linked to someone?? Ok not even then. Only when your fricking dating someone. Could someone please tell me the last time that i was romantically linked to someone? Well, for more than a week, that one didnt really count. NOT LATELY! So will someone please explain to the world that it is fucking impossible to be a third wheel around myself and ANYONE.
Thank you.

Song of the moment: Something fucking loud. I'm in a bad mood.

A thousand times goodnight.

Hi guys. Wow, its been a while since i last posted. Well i've had some GREAT nights the past few days with some kickass people (you know who you are) so if this is a little off, its because i am pretty out of it right now.

A good friend of mine is leaving. I know i told him that i wouldn't say how much i'm going to miss him, but i need to let it out somewhere and hopefully he will be too caught up in leaving to check my lowly blog site and read this. But there are really no words to describe the void that i am going to be unable to fill once he is gone.

Wow. Just found out that i have been granted 4 more days! HURRAH!

But back to the point. He has made a huge impact on my life, one that is unforgetable and i will miss him something terrible once he is gone.

I have always said that i don't run from change, in fact, i usually look forward to it, but i'm scared. Him leaving makes it all more real that my life will be changing now that i have graduated. (sorry if that comment made some of you feel old, it wasn't intended to) Our sheltered little lives have come to an end, and now we are expected to set sail into the "real world" and i am not ready too. Plus, that term, "the real world", thats a bunch of bull shit. We've been living in the "real world" our whole entire fucking lives, its not our fault if supposedly these years don't count for anything, they count for everything in my heart. I'm not ready to give up the friends and good times that i've shared so far throughout my life. I have been blessed with a pretty amazing 18 years of life so far, and i thank God every day for that fact. That i was lucky enough to meet all of you.

I guess the way to look at, is that i will always have my memories. Of guarding your drum set in my intimidating looking spandex, yelling at you whenever you would pull your curls out behind your ears, having slumber parties with Cruel Intentions and GINORMOUS bowls of popcorn, or the countless other good times that we have shared.

I love you, i'm going to fucking miss you, but most importantly, i will remember you.
Always.

Love, Nikay

Song of the moment: Civil Whispers by Graham Tilsley