So I decided my xanga needed some redecoration.

Umm I don't know if I posted about my car accident already?

But yes.

I was in a car accident.

I don't really want to talk about it though... but I had to mention it because since then I've gotten really active.

1) I've enrolled myself in school for a trades program (so I'll be doing my bachelor of arts and getting certification in a trade at the same time).

2) I took a week off and went on vacation to the east coast, partied my arse off and had a blast.

3) Getting into new (well actually somewhat old) hobbies.

The other day I stumbled upon my brother's flickr account. He's very into photography. His latest picture was dedicated to his ex girlfriend (who is also my friend). Their break up actually effected me quite a lot. I love them both and talking them both through their break up made me relive mine and it was really painful for me, even though I never let them know it. That's why this picture really touched me. It was very simple. It was a picture of him holding a homemade cake (but you couldn't see him it was just his hands in the background, holding the cake as if presenting it to someone... I only knew it was him because I recognized his hands...) with colorful candles, each candle a different letter, spelling out the words "Happy Birthday." The caption underneath said something along the lines of learning, and growing up. There was an apology for not having been the boyfriend he should have been, and then finally, wishing her all the best and telling her to take care of herself. The caption was only a couple sentences long and it was posted on August 9th of this year. Her birthday was the 10th. I cried when I saw that.

But...

Even though it made me feel so sad, it really inspired me. It was such a simple picture, but it made me feel so many emotions. I felt the old artistic side of me resurface.

After going around and diving head first into everything, rushing to get things done, and trying to improve myself continuously... I think this was the first time in a really long while that I really stopped, abandoned that part of me that's eagerly reaching out and trying to grow up, and buried myself back into my roots.

In some ways all this evolution and change I've put myself through is refreshing, exhilarating, rewarding, and it makes me feel excited about life... but in some ways it's exhausting and, at the same time, being reminded of the things I used to love doing made me feel like a girl taking her make up off at the end of the day. The words that come to mind are: comfort and relief.

"I'm home."

Today was a wet day.

I saw a scene that I wish I had the chance to take a picture of, but I was on the bus and we took off before I could even get my phone out. It really reminded me of that picture I saw on my brother's flickr because for some reason, it made me feel a strong emotion. It will probably eat at me that I didn't get to capture it. I hope I will be able to recreate it, or draw it out.

Talked about a lot of random stuff today. Hope it wasn't too boring!