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Anywhere

I said that we should meet in Paris for coffee and wine along the Seine. What I wanted to say was that I would meet you anywhere, to tell you I still feel you in my lungs. 

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The Return

Update on Brit Boy:

1. As much as i want to update, i dont want to because this is the internet and he already found my other tumblr which got me in trouble and deep embarrassment.

2. Basically, we're good friends. As in, in really good terms that assumptions were made, and ah. It just got messy that one night when we had to confront each other. Or maybe more than good friends, I am just in denial again, as always.

3. I really never would've realized that I would get to know Brit Boy. 

4. He's the most adorable thing on earth.

5. What am i gonna do with myself?

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Hi there! :) I'm deeply considering on getting a canon t3, so I was wondering if you'd recommend it; what do you like/dislike about it? Thanks ! xx

hello there! 

so i got my t3 because it was the only dslr that was in my budget but if i had the extra money i would've gotten the t3i. But i soon learned how to love my t3.

What I like about it:It's a dslr. It's my first and so far im enjoying every moment i use it. i like how even when the flash is off, i can still get amazing pictures and i also like the manual focus option because i can get the freedom of focusing anything in a picture! Plus, there's the portrait setting which makes the skin of people glow and smooth! Basically good for profile pictures. Also, i love the quality i get every time i look at my pictures after!

What I Dislike:It totally depends if you get another lens aside from the one it comes with (the 18-55mm one), but the zooming on the 18-55 mm sucks. I dont like it especially if i bring it with me to concerts. I also didnt like the navigation on the screen when i was super new to it because it was kinda confusing.

 Overall, i love my t3. The salesman from where i got my camera from said that between the t3 and t3i, the quality are the same. So from that i just purchased the t3. If you want extra features such as the "movable" LCD screen and faster processor and shutter speed go for the t3i.

Hope this helped!

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A Skinny Concert

I went to the One Direction concert yesterday, February 26, 2012! It was glorious and fun and amazing. I've never been wild that much. If only i could post the video with my 'singing' along to WMYB, more like screaming. It's sort of embarassing but then i'm really proud of them because they can actually sing and they didn't sound like 12 year boys you know? Plus, their british accents are to die for. I melt everytime they speak. And i like their sense of humour, it's the same thing as mine! The result of last night's concert? Sore throat and body, the muscles of my sides and stomach hurt whenever i cough or move and my rib cage is sore as hell. This is how i'm gonna be for the rest of reading week. Sore. So if anyone is skinny out there and a directioner, who is your favourite 1D member? Mineis definitely, no questions asked, hands down, Liam Payne. Mwah xx

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Another Day, Another Skinny

I decided to work on Family Day three days ago because i really needed the extra cash. I worked in the afternoon till we close but earlier that day i went to niagara falls with my family. It was sort of unproductive because we didnt even get to go to the places I wanted to go like Clifton Hill and the flower conservatory thingy. Instead we went to Lundy's Lane where the factory outlets are. It was a scam. It was not cheap at all!! The town centre where I work has way better deals! So to my disappointment, i recommend everyone to not ever waste their precious time going to the factory outlets! Back to work. So i served this lady with her four daughters. I'm going to skip the part where she got picky and wanted the clear cup for mini parfaits instead of the usual cup for one-scoop sundaes. So after they their ice cream in glory, the mom came up to me and said, "Isn't it weird how you work in an ice cream store? Cause you're so skinny. Do you eat ice cream?" So i replied with my automatic answer, "Yes, I eat ice cream a lot." They go crazy after hearing my response. It's getting quite annoying. Next time someone asks me that, i'm going to tell them that i don't eat ice cream, EVER. Let's see the look on their faces.

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Skinny Love

Okay maybe the use of "love" is a bit too much and that Bon Iver's song is too irrelevant. But it suits what I'm about tell you. So there's this boy. Who i laid eyes on the first day of school after the winter break. Ew, i sound like 14-year old confessing to her mother her true love. I'm not gonna say I fell in love right away because I didn't. He had curly hair that surrounded his face, crooked teeth, and a skinny frame. I was not wearing my glasses. He reminded me so much of this guy from this british boyband my sister was obsessed with at the time. Somehow this got me excited so I quickly messaged my little sister through facebook telling her that one of her poodles look like someone from my class. She got excited. But then I wore my glasses and he did not really look like any of them. And then the next week of the same class, my bestfriend yelled out to the class that she and I were going to the british boyband's concert (only to accompany our little sisters at the time). That was very embarassing for me because I hate liking mainstream things! So then at the break, Brit Boy was behind me and my friends who were making fun of me of liking boybands. Maybe I wanted to, but i turned the attention to him and said, "In fact, he (Brit Boy) look like one of them!" everyone turned around and started to agree with me. So from then on, everybody says he's my boyfriend. I secretly love it. Because whenever we have classes together, we always catch each other sneaking a glance at each other. And whenever we talk, our eyes meet all the time and his smile just kills me. Don't get me wrong, he's not the most charming you'll ever meet, he doesn't have the perfect face structure, but that's what I like about him. His awkwardness, kindness, and his crooked smile (trust me, it sounds very cliche, but he HAS the crooked cute smile!) are what attracts me most. Why am I even blogging about him? This is definitely infatuation. What do I know about him? I haven't hung out with him once. Sort of, when we were waiting for the other class to leave the lab. I took pictures of him with my other boy-friends. And i like how he's up to anything I say. "i'll take pictures here, with better sunlight!" "okay." Maybe because Franklin got me to drink a medium iced coffee today. I had a euphoria in the bus. My hyperactivity got mixed with my excitement and happiness. I had butterflies, i felt inspired. I just wanted to have conversations with him all day and all night till we fall asleep unwillingly. This covers enough information about how I was feeling today. I revealed too much. Will he find out that i put his name on the tags?

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Skinny Girl Crises

Every body weight type has crises.

In my case, I'm having so many right now.

1. I have a midterm tomorrow, but I really am too lazy to study. I am bombarded with so many distractions (twitter, pictures to photoshop, the cat calendar beside me, the urge to open this cute and amazing bff card with sounds as soon as you open it from my loveliest BFITWWW!, and of course my awesome music).

2. I AM NOT BUSY AT ALL. Call me retarded, but I'm worries because I am not busy at all. I have three things due tomorrow: web banner, the media tv submission, and media midterm. Here I am finished both assignments, and sort of confident about tomorrow's test. And the fact that I barely go to school these days, I should be cramming. Plus, I was done this group assignment last week which is not due till next week. To emphasize the epicness, my same group for that assignment is almost done an assignment that is not due until three weeks for now. HUZZAH. So all of this advanced-ness is making me worried. I don't feel like I have school at all.

3. My eyebrows. They have not been done for a month now. Wax strips are almost chasing me everywhere I go. I think i am going to get them done tomorrow. I am looking like a dude these days.

4. Spring and Summer. I just can't wait any longer. I need the warm seasons to come back! I am tired of wearing heavy coats and bulky scarves and hats and gloves. Maybe it's because of the complexity of the weather at the time being. It's like tomorrow is going to be sunny, then this weekend it's going to winter. Oh Canada, why do you torture us. I say us, Canadians are the most tortured souls on earth. And because of this bipolar weather, I had two classes cancelled in two weeks because my professors are sick. Thanks a lot, now we're gonna have to cover materials twice as much. Remind me to bring a fleece throw and a pillow.

So as you see, skinny girls complain a lot. Not only about their weight, but also what's around them.

I also like taking pictures. I don't remember but lemme remind you again. Visit my flickr to check out the things I've done.

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V-Day Action

So what the hell happened today?

It was gloomy today, to start (HAH, to the those lovey-dovey couples) and then it snowed. But that did not stop me from doing my hair and putting a little make up on. I didn't want be an ugly looking single girl out on v-day.

Then, I headed out to downtown Toronto and flaunted my cute panda hat. It pained me to bring my camera bag only because I did not want to carry extra bags for nothing. Sometimes I prefer comfort over fashion.  And then I ate at Kenzo Ramen, this Japanese ghetto/cute restaurant with my sister. She was my valentine and will be till we find our own man.

And then she left to go to class and I went shopping. If you want me to stop shopping, you do not leave me alone in a mall.

And then i just walked out of this store when this Douchy-Asian with a red Canada Goose jacket suddenly walks beside me and said

"hey, i just saw you a second ago over there and I thought you looked really adorable in your hat. Is that your favourite hat? (No, my favourite one was at home, it's a wolf hat) Well, this one should be your favourite because you look really cute and adorable in it.

And he said more and asked questions. He thought I was a nursing student. NEVER. Definitely a no-no. And geez, I did not know people get desperate during v-day. He asked me if we could go/do somewhere/something for v-day. Wow. And i don't know why I did, but I went to Chapters with him. I could easily get kidnapped, why am I so dumb?

He also said that I looked mad when he saw me, omg, maybe that's why people don't talk to me in person. Sigh.

Another lie, he said he thought I was 21, I looked like I live downtown, and I have the "swag".

NO,

NO,

NONONO.

Anyways, I shooed him away when we got to Chapters cause I got serious into looking for books to buy (I got a discount card for v-day).

And he kept touching my elbow, ew, what a creep. I hope no stranger talks to me ever again. Unless he's cute/handsome.

At least he didn't comment on how skinny I am. Maybe the jacket gave me extra few pounds. That's good.

I wonder how other's day went?

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What went down in an hour...

Hello Lolitas!

Okay, so this morning started out real good. I woke up feeling good and invigorated! I wish I wake up like that all every morning, that way I can attend my 8 o'clock class on mondays. Anyhoo, I woke up, rambled thru my drawer, took my paints and paintbrushes out, my invitation card set, and ripped some pictures of my picture wall above my bed.

I saw this really nice Valentines Day project that Photojojo tweeted about a couple of days ago. It was about how to make your own scratch-off photo valentine.

So I did that for my mom, sadly, sealed it in an envelope and left it on her bed, and she loved it!

And then, I got in the shower and got dressed to go to my one-hour lesson on photography I guess. I guess I was kinda excited because

1. I'm going to learn photography. I told myself Im not gonna go crazy over photography, taking it seriously and take classes, but I've thought of it. I'm going to need some education about photography. I mean I usually learning things by myself (guitar, etc) but with photography I think I;m going to need theory.

2. Softy. I mean I wasn't that excited or nervous but I'm a hopeless romantic, every glimmer of hope I will hold on to.

So I went. And then Softy remembered that I have a lesson. Or maybe cause he wrote it down? Who knows. So we sit down in this corner, the following phrases are what he said throughout the lesson:

"You can sit down here, I got us the comfiest chairs."

"Do you have gum? I just ate sushi and I don't want you to think I'm creepy for breathing fish on you." (or something like that)

"Oh, *Softy* you're an idiot for taking pictures like that." (About the shutter speed)

"You should come back to show me the pictures you took, so I can critique them, whether it's a thumbs up or a big thumbs down."

And then, he showed me his portfolio. But underneath that there was this photobook titled, *Softy* and *Retard* Bahamas blah blah blah.

I was like fruck. Maybe it's his best friend he was with... And then he kept on going about the stuff he took pictures of, his brother's eyeballs, this river, his girlfriend's dog, the tree's shadow, WAIT WHAT, HIS GIRLFRIEND'S DOG?!?!?!!?

WTF.

Softy.

Then we got to the last page. BAM. Girlfriend's picture. ASIAN GIRLFRIEND.

Okay, I'm outta here, thank goodness he ended it quick cause I just wanna get outta there and never come back.

Like, it was embarassing, appropriate giggles here and there, timely lips smacking, casual hair flip, like ew, what was i doing?

Then it got worse, he showed me the photobook that I thought he wasn't gonna show! It was filled with <3<3<3damn we sexy girl!, look at my baby turning heads with her new bikini, and blah blah, look at me with my douchy pose in the waters.

Okay, after seeing that I just wanna throw up.

I wasn't going to be bitter at v-day tomorrow, but here I am about to bash everything lovey-dovey.

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A Not-so-Skinny-Thought

Before i rest the retinas of my eyes, Dan Humphrey of Gossip Girl suddenly popped out of nowhere. Not in my room (I wish), but in my mind. Reflecting back to the episode I watched earlier when I was having sexy time with the couch, my blanket, and the laptop, Dan is almost the perfect guy. Almost because she's just in the friend zone of Blair Waldorf. For those of you who have been keeping up with Gossip Girl, you might have developed a preference towards Dan and Blair. Don't get me wrong I didnt keep up till the midseason 5. Whatever. So Dan, he's perfect because he's the type who will always be there for you no matter what. He'll be there for you even if you committed the baddest crime in town, let's say, murder a cute kitty. He'll basically be a disposable tissue for you. Plus, he's ultra cute with his writer persona. I liked him even when he was still a loser, much more now that he sort climbed up the social ladder. Then there's Nate Archibald. What the heck happened to Archibald? When did he get this sharp and sexy? I remember their highschool days when Nate gets arrested for smoking weed. One look from this guy will make you melt faster than cinnamon melts. Plus, his new 'do reminds me of Jon Hamm's 'do in Mad Men. Don't even get me started with Hamm. Then there's the almighty Chuck Bass. Most BadAss of them all. The Mighty King of Eliteness. Even the thought of his presence makes you weak in the knees, the things you feel when you know you're in love (whatever they say about that). His masculinity is overwhelming. Especially that side view of his. Perfect angle. And his need to protect Blair and his willingness to provide is sexy itself. I'm only mentioning three ridiculously heartbeat stoppers before I completely go insane before I sleep. My point is, look at all these fictional characters, may it be men or women. Whoever "they" are, they are feeding us so many idealistic characters that we become so confused! How are we supposed to decide for ourselves if our minds are already filled with ideas of pre-determined personalities and traits? If looking from a sociologist's perspective, all of this is a structure; without one part or another, society would not function. I guess that's right but these perfect men portrayed on screen should have a variety at least. Can't a geek guy stay a geek the entire movie without a transformation in order to be accepted? Can't a pimply guy stay pimply the entire time when a pretty girl falls for her? Why does every supposed protagonist must go through some beautification to have a happy ending? Well i'm saying too many words now, i don't think i make sense. If you have an opinion, just holla at me, Goodnight, dumplings.

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Skinny Girl is sick

Everything in this world has its own consequences. If you eat, you will pay the consequence by having a cute trip to the washroom. If you spend all day and night outside in the cold, you will get sick the next day and ruin your day.

There's something about blogging while you're ill that makes it so fun and entertaining if you're stuck at home doing completely nothing productive.

You know what's productive? Catching up on all the shows you missed while you were out shopping or flirting with the guy who sold you your first dslr camera (or at least he was working up on some tactic to make you call him - joking about if the debit machine doesn't work and we would have to give out free ice cream, I should give him a call; it could work maybe).

So here I am, resorting to blogging while listening to slow music pretending I'm a real writer in Starbucks hoping to find inspiration in the aroma of coffee beans wafting around. If you still don't get it, I am sick, finished four servings of cream of asparagus soup although the last bowl made me sick. I wish have some congee right now, OR a better idea: I wish my knight in shining armour rings the doorbell, surprises me with chinese take-out and congee. I'd make him tea for making him travel across the country just to bring me comfort food (assuming he lives in a far-away kingdom).

What sucks is that you're sick and no one is there to make you feel better. I am going to stop writing like a 15 year-old going through puberty before I turn into a 16-year old who just got dumped by the cutest quarterback in school.

My little sister will come home soon so my insanity will stop before I drag every human being in this world in my chain of miserable thoughts. But for now, I will paint every wall in this civilization rainbows, bunnies, and bows to conceal (and maybe banish it forever) any doubts, sadness, and misery.

Unicorns and Wolves unite!

PS. I'm still skinny.

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100 Strangers

Business Cards: check

Dslr Camera: check

Pleasing Personality: check

Perfect. Now my new project, 100 Strangers, is in full force. Starting tomorrow, I will be approaching interesting strangers, take their picture, have a little chitchat, go home, and write their inspiring story. 

Will the photos be posted here on my skinny blog? No. I will feature them on my other blog. I don't want the pictures to be jumbled up with my rants about life and non-skinny people hating on skinny people like moi.

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A Skinny Girl Purchase

A little bit background info about moi: i like pictures. I like taking them. I got into lomography a couple of months ago so I bought my first toy camera which was the Mini Diana. Then i discovered the Holga 135BC. They are both adorable. Althought i havent mastered both of them; sometimes i would get overexposed pictures, sometimes some of them won't even appear. Another lifelong dream is to buy a digital slr camera. Now, i'm not a photographer nor an aspiring photographer. I just like capturing the beauty of things around me or the moments that should be remembered. Yesterday, I finally bought my Canon Rebel EOS T3. Althought the t3i has a faster processor and all the better things, it's my first dslr so it doesnt matter for me. Oh man, the joy and excitement i felt when i purchased it! So here's the deal i got from this lovely salesman: the camera + the lens kit is $499, then he offered me this package which includes a doubled warranty (2 years), a bag for the camera and lens and accessories, an 8gb memory card, and a card which includes 150 pictures to print for free (he threw in an extra 50 because we had to wait when their internet went down). Another note: the salesman which will go by the name of Softy, insisted that i book the free one-hour lesson with HIM. Let's just say he's soft spoken, tall, and sort of cute. Let's see how it goes next monday, when i do the lesson. In private. Until then, toodles lovelies.

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Why are you so skinny?

If you are skinny like moi who eats like a t-rex, you probably get asked this a billion times and wanted to high-five the person who asked you. With a wooden chair.

I just don't get people sometimes. What makes it okay to ask someone why they are so skinny? I think it's as lethal to ask someone why they're skinny as asking why a person is fat. That last sentence was a mouthful.

Let's flashback for a second what took place in my heavenly workplace, Baskin Robbins, this weekend. 

I was innocently being nice to this huge man (we're talking beer belly, Mario mustache, groggy voice) who bought two tubs of ice cream. He somehow managed to slip in the most irritating question you could ask a skinny girl with a fat heart: "You work in an ice cream store. Why are you so skinny?"

I was taken aback because i had no idea it was going to come. But it did. Like an unexpected tsunami hit me hard. In the face.

What should you learn from this, non-skinny people? Never, NEVER, ask someone why they are in such state. Their condition might be sensitive, heck, that person you asked might be sensitive and personal about their body image. You never know what's going on in their lives. You can't just go around assuming it's okay to ask around skinny people because they have no body fat therefore they are not sensitive. 

Skinny people have problems with being skinny too. There are some clothes that don't look nice on them, it's impossible to gain a single pound unless you're munching on anything every five minutes, we're the first ones to get blown in a tornado, etc.

From this experience, this blog was given life! To show that not every skinny girl is anorexic or bulimic (I won't even get to that topic, it's too much too handle), to show that we're as fat as obese people are.

As I've wrote on the description, this is not a thinspo blog. I am against thinspo blogs.

To wrap things up, I, Valerie Ponce, the mother of this blog, the one who gave life to it, is a fat skinny girl.