I astonish people sometimes with the questions I ask. When they ask me back, I don't always want to talk about it. I am not sure why.

I am bored of my opinions. I think I'm just looking to steal interesting opinions at this point :P.

Or maybe I'm looking for a stimulating conversation and my own opinions really aren't fun to me anymore.

I spent the morning at the hospital with my mom, while she got a precautionary procedure done.

Throughout my time at the hospital, I had low-level stress. I still don't understand why. It wasn't my  mom, because this was just a routine test to make sure everything was alright.

Honestly, nurses do not get as much acknowledgment as they should. They run the damn place.

I was repeatedly struck by my inability to be in the vicinity of physical pain. I had to look away when my mom was being given IV.

I would like to grow past this one day. I would like to be able to jump to action instead of hiding from another person's physical pain.

I would never want to do the job of a nurse or a doctor though. Their jobs for the most part are gross. Healing, life-saving and gross.

Damnn! Some people have unbelievable guts. This Pakistani girl my age is now married to one of my favourite profs fro. Uoft, who has to be in his 40s. He has 3 beautiful kids and was married to another faculty member at Uoft.

She wore Pakistani bridal wear, so I'm hoping her family was there with her.

They are both amazing people. But I can't get over the fact that she's not very different from me.

This monotony is getting to me. When you wake up unexcited and almost sad, you know something needs to change.

It seems as if my life's only purpose is to become more me.

More I become me, more the world accepts me for me. More I become me, freer I feel. 

Monochromatic paintings are hard.

Probably because you have to have all the tones you'd need mixed up and ready, while also worrying about drying them up. I'm constantly mixing paint and blending it all in.

There has to be an easier way!

I also probably didn't plan it right. I started with a darker background to give it more texture. I probably should have started with light and added more colour.

Have you been treated in such a way that you can totally, completely, utterly let go? 

Perfectionism is getting in the way of painting now.

I've really liked my paintings so far and now the pressure is on to produce something equally amazing or better.

More I live life, more I want to live life.

Got an hour to kill. Chapters keeps pulling me. But I have no energy at the end of the day to actually read the books I've bought.

Here I am again, at Chapters.

I call these 4 inch beauties sexxxyyy!

Sadness when you realize you have no pictures of just how sexyyyy your sophisticated dress became with a pair of hawwttt sandals