I absolutely love the indie scene in Toronto. There's just something different about live music...the sweaty atmosphere, the dancy dancy times, plaid shirts&casual beards, the spilt beer on sticky floors -- amazing. The amount of talent is incredible and beautiful.

Where is the indie folk music in Asia?

(Click for the full size of this...Blogger upload does not do this skyline justice. If you're visiting Toronto, head to Panorama for this view.)

I'm very groggy when suddenly woken up by phone calls during naps ...and am a big jerk about it. I don't know why, but it seems like having a decent phone conversation with Mother&Co in the haze of grogginess is very difficult. She has the patience to listen to my rude responses when I know I would never speak to others in that tone. I need to change this. I was not raised to be disrespectful and rude. Probably because family will always be family, whatever you do or say will never lessen their love for you.

I didn't go home last weekend - perhaps that's why? I'm a homesick girl.

Some dream of the city, I dream of waking up in my parent's suburban home to the sound of steady rain drops on our grapevine.

Whenever I get into insanely busy weeks that seem like whirlwind weeks, I realize how content I am with the energy of being busy. In the end, everything always works out, a blessing I'm well aware of. I'm a blessed girl, I know.

Lately, I've been getting a lot of invites to birthday parties, but they no longer seem to have the same spark as one's 16th, 19th or 21st.

The most recent one was for a friend's bf, who turned 28, but insisted he will forever be 25. Next week, the only man who I know that can pull off a full Ned Flanders mustache is turning 26. He jokes that he'll shoot himself at his 30th birthday party infront of us. (It seems like the next two miletsone birthdays is the 25th and 30th.) Also, doesn't really help that this Summer everyone, including myself, attended what seemed like endless engagement parties, wedding showers and weddings.

Is everyone growing up?

Sometimes "the industry" really disappoints me. Whether it's about inequality or nepotism, there's too much luck and charm involved.

I'm learning to accept my faults and take criticism with grace.

On a completely different note, Mr. J is absolutely as charming in conversation, if not even more so, than I had imagined. While Babs and I were loitering in the parking lot of a church chatting very late/early into the morning (and being scared by all the random cars that would drive by), the idea of the slightly unattainable person came up. Why is it that a person who is not completely invested in you is so enticing?

Too much and we think he's clingy. Too little and we think there's something wrong with us. But just the right amount keeps things interesting.

PS. Have 60% of the emo boys from high school grown up to be beardy hipster boys? I think so.

BELIEVE IT. 60,000 people.
I am so proud of us.
Volunteerism should be defined by the people you meet, the long and sometimes frustrating process and the bittersweet finale.
Over 1000 registered for Other Half bone marrow registry.
Rain and shine, wind and more wind. We did it. We done it.
This is my final bow.
I couldn't have asked for a better team.
xo