Victoria Grace Nation

Friends come and go, but their memories will last forever.


Nazi-Jew< In his ripened 20’s this friend will always be known as the self-hating friend, having come from a German/Jewish background (hey! that’s how he describes himself!). We spent hours making fun of him. There was a time when I spent my every waking moments with him, no matter if it was playing Jenga at his place until 4am or if he was sleeping in my living room keeping me company, while I pulled an all-nighter for my Accounting exam.

Fondest Memory: Him driving 30 minutes to my house to drop off customized tea from Starbucks because I was sick and him getting $500+ worth of tickets on the highway while going home. LOL.


Interesting Memories: Us getting high off of coffee and him filming me dance like a loser at a local makeout spot…wait he’s filmed me being stupid waay too many times. Like the time I shadowed danced on his street and he filmed my shadow frolicking down his street.


Special Memory: When someone gave him season tickets to NHL Hockey and I got my first experience at a live game. Magical.


Paris He was an athlete, built like one and looked like a model with green eyes, dark complexion and tall as the eye can see. He had the weirdest obsession with his hair and his looks and a friend and I ended up calling him Paris Hilton.
Memorable Moment: When he ditched his best friend and picked me up at 3am and we ventured through the local mountains and construction sites by my house until dawn.

Food Memory:From Indian to Chinese to all the local fast food joints, he always wanted food and made me get it for him.


Smiley Face She’s got a signature, and that’s her smile. She brightens a room when she walks in and it’s not just from her smile, but from her overpowering presence. We’ve seen tears and laughter, but it was always the trouble we got in that made the memories.


Death Defying Memories: We got lost in the middle of nowhere and we got picked up by a bunch of guys, while we hung off of their jeep, they were busy feeling my other girlfriend up. The time we hopped onto a city bus and a drunken man goes on and gets into a brawl with a bunch of young kids and we were in the middle of it. Or coming home after a long night of Fireworks and ended up getting on the “party kart” on the train and drunken people were breaking glass and trying to rock the train off it’s tracks and plummet down 50 feet. Oh and of course…both of us going to some secret party with another girl and finding ourselves at some illegal gang party at a secluded industrial area.


Childhood Memories: After watching Dead Poets Society we created our own with another girl, we found a hidden opening in the forest, decorated it with our stuff and met there everyday after school and wrote poems.


Rockstar He was like a younger brother to me, with a sultry, melodic voice that can put anyone at ease or to sleep. When I was sad he’d sing to me, when I needed to pee while on the phone he would purposely force himself to go as well so I didn’t get stage fright when pee talking. He became my pee buddy.


Silly Moments: He came over to my house, threw on a pair of designer men’s underwear I got at the company’s Marketing Launch campaign and he ran around my house with underwear outside his pants, a cowboy hat and MY Von Dutch shirt and ran around pretending to be a Superhero and made me take pictures while he posed like a gay cowboy with a stuffed teddybear I got from my Mother when I was young.

Troublesome Memories: We drove up to the top of the mountain where a development project was happening and trespassed on the grounds. We ended up seeing a middle aged, pot-bellied, balding man NAKED walking around in one of the few developed buildings there!


Matchmaking Memories: He had a crush on my ex’s younger sister and we ended up making mint hot coco on Christmas Day and delivered hot coco in customized mugs we got for the girl and her family (excluding my ex). He totally got brownie points from the girl.


Even though some friendships have dwindled and some are about to fade, their memories will always remain.

According to dictionary.com

change [cheynj] Show IPA verb, changed, chang⋅ing, noun
noun

1. to become different: Overnight the nation’s mood changed.
2. to become altered or modified: Colors change if they are exposed to the sun.


Changes happen all around, at the most seemingly random places or when you’re least expected. One day we’re perfectly healthy, the next we could be lying on our death beds. One moment we could be going in to work, the next finding out that you have won 49 million dollars. Changes come big and some come small, but nonetheless it happens all around us.


Why can’t we just live in the moment? Why can’t I?


…until it’s too late.


It’s usually the smallest decisions that make the greatest impact. For now it seems as though my whole life is going through some erratic changes, the new chapter that’s unfolding before my eyes, but at the same time it’s still the same. The scenery is the same, but the colours are different…more vibrant.


People are leaving my life left and right, but at the same time some are slowly being introduced into it. No matter if it’s through the departure of death, fallouts, lifestyle changes or what not, others will always arrive in the forms of birth, introduction, and simple ripening of affinities.


Until the end of my journey with whoever or whatever, I will appreciate the things I have and the people that are around me.


Change is like Life. It keeps going and happening even if you’re not ready for it.

Over the last little while life’s serendipitous occurrences have thrown me into a spiraling tumble. While unbeknownst to me I became a nonsensical Houdini to my own emotions and actions, extricating myself from all those who cared and into the open arms of recklessness. In the midst of family affairs, personal demons and the everlasting impression of the impermanence of death and sickness, I found my compassion.


I use to find security and esteem in a selected few around me, constantly seeking their undivided attention; always demanding, always craving their constant acknowledgment. Like a spoiled princess, I over-analyzed and got upset when their reaction to my scenarios didn’t match up to what I had preconceived. I was selfish and full of ego. I wanted to understand the actions of others and would have predestined them to fail in ever satisfying my chameleonic mood swings. But when you find yourself unable to sit, walk, or even feed yourself, you start to appreciate the people around you and understand the impermanence of life.


We’re all human beings going through the same emotions, but like the DNA in our genes we too express ourselves differently. Some people grieve in silence while others wail in agony; others show their care and concern by calling everyday, while others show it by a simple nod of the head. I fully understand not just the theory of that now, but the actual understanding of that concept. By feeling the excruciating pain of sickness and the unconditional love of family, I learned a little compassion by putting myself in someone else’s shoes, finally comprehending the difference in others and seeing the ignorance we, as human beings have.


Petty incidents seem measly to me and all my burning fiery have been diminished by the waves of understanding I feel. My grade 7 teacher once told me that she never held any grudges nor did she leave arguments unsettled for the night, simply because we never know what could happen to us and any moments we create with one another could always be our last. It’s true isn’t it? We could never fully wager on the impermanence of life.


I struggle to remind myself now that the only people we can change and blame is ourselves. To change the way we act and think of others and to blame ourselves for the ignorance we hold our views, and that is my awakening of my compassion.

An article I got from today’s Dating Chronicles by Sarah Rowland on 24 Hours Newspaper. I left out most of the yak yak stuff and here it is…in CLIFF NOTES.


8 Signs that he’s Just That Into You:


1] They Phone It In
They call when they say they’re going to call – no ifs ands or buts. It seems basic enough, but it’s very indicative of where you rank on that person’s list of priorities. Being too busy to call is like being too busy to eat – it just doesn’t happen.


2] Texting Sweet Nothings
It says, “you’re on my mind.” Plus, it always seems to bring a silly little grin to your face.


3] Ringers Love
Remember when people only had landlines and they gave you their full attention over dinner? That’s the
way it should be when you’re hanging out face to face with a new love interest. No texting.No checking messages. And no dialing out. If they’re into you, you won’t even know what kind of ring tone they have until the third or fourth date.


4] PDAs are Cool
Granted, some people just aren’t down with public displays of affection, no matter how much they dig you. So if your date doesn’t want to tongue you in the middle of a crowded restaurant, you can probably let that slide. But if your new date jerks his/her hand away when you reach for it under the table,
then it may be time to show him/her the door. See, it’s very primal: Man. Woman. Like to touch. If someone fights this natural instinct, then they’re holding back.


5] Not Cheap With The Ride
If someone wants to hook up with you, they will pick you up. And if he/she doesn’t have a car (which is even hotter in this ecoconscious era), they’ll meet you in your hood. The point is your new date wants to see you and is willing to go out of his/her way to do so.


6] Say My Name
There’s just something really sweet about the way a new date works your name into conversation a lot. So if your name just seems to roll off his/her tongue naturally, then chances are that person is really proud to have you by his/her side.


7] All Night Long
New sex should not be a one shot deal, in which he blows his load, rolls over and and starts snoring like a warthog. The sexual itinerary for a fresh couple (especially on the weekend), should look something like this: Rabid multi-positional sex after dinner, followed by some sneaky, sleepy backdoor sex in the middle
of the night, and finished off with a full-on slow jam in the morning. Anything less is unacceptable
because after the honeymoon period is over, it won’t be long before you’ll be down to one muffled missionary session while the kids watch Saturday morning cartoons. So as the late, great Marvin Gaye would say, “Let’s get it on.”

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, I guess you can say I’ve been caught in a heavy storm and still tumbling through it as we speak. It’s been 3 months and I’m still sick, this flu doesn’t seem to want to leave me completely. I’m due for an x-ray and getting some blood work done. The nurse and I joked around today calling me my own little pandemic. I call it my customized Swine Flu minus Mexico.


I’ve been brewing in my own worst nightmare the last little while, slowly marinating in the bloody fumes of personal demons and exploding situations. The short trip I took changed many aspects of my life that I never knew would happen. I almost feel as though I live a life of a secretive Superhero. I go through life as me, the same bubbly person, the same friends, then stuff happens, I have to do what I have to do and I can’t tell anyone else whats going on. You can’t tell you Superhero family about your bubbly mundane life and you can’t ever tell the people in your daily life about the life saving life you lead and there you try to balance, like some bloody breakfast diet.

I feel as if I’m twirling and spinning in a room of glass and mirrors, I reach out to the many figures I see to catch my fall. But nobody does. Then I realize the only people in the room is me and my reflection.


My Aunt’s Father died, we were really close, he was a famous restaurant owner and food was his life, he always made sure I tried the best combination of simple foods. When we called, the family was at the hospital and they were trying to resuscitate him.


Death is inevitable. The parting of loved ones is inevitable. And hurt is inevitable.


Change is good, it’s what got me here and will get me there, but the changes the past little while has been anything but easy. Waking up everyday to the sounds of someone you love crying, trying to put up a strong front, dealing with changing emotions, and constantly taking the blame for everything. I don’t ask for much, just so it’s bearable, just so I can have at least one friend, a person that I can find comfort in without feeling unwelcomed, like a burden, like an obligation, used when needed, someone to go to for reassurance and neglect when the need is gone.


I’ve begun to deactivate my life for a bit, no more Facebook, no more MSN, maybe in time things will heal and someone that cares enough will come forward, dust off the dirt and say “Hey…everythings going to be okay. Let’s go throw this ball around and talk it out.”

This was probably in the span of 2 hours

Girl: yo home splice what u doing?
Girl: did you know that Marilyn Monroe apparently had 6 toes? Crazy shit.
Girl: D??
Girl: okay i’m bored and you’re obviously NOT answering
Girl: ur probably at the gym, working on ur fitness
Girl: okay any day now….
Girl: Imagine all the people, living in a world of peace…
DL: FUCK OFF I’M TRYING TO HAVE SEX!!!
Girl: Oh.
Girl: Better wrap that shit up. teeheehee *runs away*


Ryan: Any vday plans
Girl: Ya, states
Ryan: No boy toy? no sucky sucky?
Girl: Out of town for work all weekend
Ryan: Aww, no throat yogurt for you!
Girl: Hahaha nope! You? Any yogurt?
Ryan: I will be serving some.


RS: Hey
Girl: How goes it?
RS Tired. Very tired.
Girl: Why?
RS: Late night last night
Girl: Ahahahhahaa with Anna and ur banana
RS:Lol I got blown while watching the hockey game tonight ftw TWICE
RS: Each time, we scored! Lol


Girl: Thanks J for making me feel better =)
JL: Anything to make u smile McLovin =) Here have a Panda
Girl: *nom*nom*nom*
JL: OMFG DONT EAT THE PANDA YOU TWITTER SHITTER X___X


R: hey thar snatchburgar
Girl: Hey there cumsnatcher
R: ur vag full today?
Girl: Yes, with blood buahahhaa. Your dick emptied today?
R: usually is. not enough penor to go around.
Girl: Not the gf this time? Whose the lucky girl?
R: Heather. friend of mine. fucked her on tuesday she’s amazing in the sack
Girl:I love how u live with ur gf, fuck her all the time, and still have time and peen juice to go around for others

1)Don’t get drunk, make out with one of your best guy friends and have the guy you’re ACTUALLY seeing, be there at the same time.


2) Don’t go to your girl friend’s birthday party and stalk her girl friend who has a boyfriend, completely forget about the birthday girl, then proceed to take her home and 2 weeks later, start going out with this girl WITHOUT telling the birthday girl first.


So during one of Victoria’s crazy parties, it’s naturally expected to have odd things happen here and there. One year 3 girls broke out and started making out, some nipple sucking, flashing cameras, 3 way kisses, it was wild. Another time, even after a whole toothpick have dived into my foot and it was brutally infected, I hosted a crazy party, by 4am I wasn’t able to walk. Oh and a memorable one was when a small girls night out turned into a house party where over 400 were in and out of the place and by midnight, over $10,000 worth of stuff was taken. All the laptops in all 7 rooms were taken, so were all precious entertainment sets, etc. It’s naturally expected that something will happen, like that one time when my girlfriend and I went out, bumped into an acquaintance of mine who tried to pick my gf up, somehow we were in another city eating, a guy was lying half in the car and half in the parking lot and drowning in his puke. Anyways you get the picture.


I was just talking to a friend of mine, Jacob about a recent party we were at. Jacob’s a nice guy, in his mid 20’s, he had worked his way through university. When I say worked I don’t mean the local Starbucks, I mean this guy worked his way up through multiple large companies. By the time he was done university he was offered a large enough salary to make him relocate to a sunny place in the country. Jacob comes back to town every other weekend, he pretty much goes where the party takes him. For a petite guy, he’s got quite a athletic physique and always showing it off in fitted jackets or dress shirts. Jacob is the type who has his own GQ style with rockstar hair. Anyways so he hears that I’m back in town and wants to meet up with me for some drinks and party the night away (typical) and he brings up the last party we were at together.


So the music was blaring, and the place was still waiting for the rest of the guests to show up, so naturally during the long wait period, drinks would be initiated. Well soon enough people were tipsy, some were wasted and feeling like they owned the place. Poor girl got so drunk, ends up making out with her best guy friend. I mean that’s bad enough, but oh ya did I mention the guy she was STILL “seeing” (they weren’t officially together, they didn’t act like a couple in public, but they had “feelings” towards one another —>*eye roll*) Anyways the poor guy was there, lurking around the party, apparently he was the quiet type, didn’t like the party crowed, whereas she’s the social butterfly. We’ll call this girl “Slut Girl” for dramatic effect, the so-called boyfriend the “Poor Guy” and we’ll call the best friend, the “Best Friend”. Alright so apparently Slut Girl was completely wasted in her short dress…probably flashing her panties for all to see. She was probably throwing out her slutty vibes out and the innocent Best Friend and her ends up making out. From dance floor to the bar to the plush couches, oy please someone get the tranquilizer gun and a cage. The Poor Guy who was being the supportive boyfriend dressed in his best and came to this party knowing it’ll make Slut Girl happy. Well Poor Guy was left in the cold since the girl he had feelings for was running off with Best Friend and her other friends. Slut Girl and Poor Guy ended up breaking up, saying both felt like the timing was off, apparently Poor Guy felt that way and was glad they had ended things. Slut Girl and Best Friend weren’t talking after that, especially when Best Friend didn’t even know Slut Girl had a boyfriend, she hid it from both of them the whole time! DISGRACE!


So the party Jacob and I went to was a huge birthday party for this girl. All these people were invited and Birthday Girl had invited an old college friend, we’ll call her “Unavailable.” She had taken the bus and came alone in hopes to just see the Birthday Girl and party with her. Well then Birthday Girl’s friend, we’ll call him Stalker Boy, see’s Miss Unavailable and starts to advance on her. Well considering the fact that Miss Unavailable had a boyfriend, she gave him the cold shoulder. But he just wouldn’t give up! He ended up offering her a ride home, she accepted. Apparently he took her out for a midnight snack and exchanged contact information. Within a day, he was inviting her out around town to hang out and she accepted! WTF. After having a fun day out, Stalker Boy is now asking her personal commitment questions..guess Stalker Boy means business! In 3 weeks Miss Unavailable, became available and they’ve been together ever since.

Don’t move in with a girl when you’re still banging other chicks..oh wait my bad, getting other chicks to suck you off.


So my friend Raj, a young man in his 20’s (I won’t say early, mid or late) has been leading a life a lot like my friend Rainer, but this one has more emotional involvement and mind games involved, whereas Rainer has the physical down-pat. Raj has been stealing female hearts since his hazel, green eyes and tan complexion has developed. Born and raised in a wealthy family, he grew up privileged, going to the best private boy school, vacationing in remote tropical islands during vacation time and entertaining his friends in his multi-millionaire house. Yes the typical rich kid story.


So recently Raj has informed me he was seeking for a place to move-out to, you can call it leaving the nest,which is rare because that means he can’t be living off his parents anymore. But anyways he ended up finding an apartment at the swankiest part of town and got himself, what I thought was a bachelor pad. WRONG! I mean Raj is a real character when it comes to social skills, especially with the ladies. Multiple girlfriends and emotional relationships, while having other girls suck him off at the back of his expensive car before catching a late dinner with his girlfriend.


I would be finding a message later on, him telling me that he’s moved in with his current girlfriend, the one that he was having bedroom acrobatic issues with and was trying to seek other acrobatic partners elsewhere. So now he’s taken the leap and living with this girl, while trying to maintain a monogamous relationship with her…of course I forgot to mention this one girl on the side, nothing really, just an emotional clear up that needs to happen. Other then that, he’s already figured out how to juggle other girls once he gets tired of his new living arrangements. Congrats?

Jeans have revolutionized the fashion world in many ways after WWII, it essentially changed the ideals of daily wear after it hit mainstream. Daily fashion during pre-war days were about formality, the more layers you have, the higher the status you are, but soon after the war, daily wear became something of comfort instead of status.


Thanks to Levi Strauss, a Bavarian-born American who found a new fabric in France called “serge de Nimes” was more durable than the widely used Canvas, to dress his clients who were mainly blue collared men and cowboys. Serge is a type of twill fabric, and Nimes is the name of a city in France that founded this fabric. Shortly afterwards, the name was shortened to Denim. The word Jeans, comes from the French word of Genoa, Italy (Gene) where the first pair of denim trousers were made, but the first official pair of denim jeans were made in San Francisco, the same city where Levi Strauss lived.


Jeans come in many styles and fits, here’s a list of popular styles and fits:
* Baggy
* Bootcut
* Boyfriend/Weekend
* Carpenter
* Cropped
* Flare
* Embroidered
* High-waisted
* Loose
* Relaxed
* Skinny/Stovepipes
* Straight-leg
* Wide leg
* Drain Pipe


Tummy Problems
**To fake a flat tummy, wear jeans with thick waistbands or do something high-rise to minimize the middle
**Handling love handles, go for mid-rise styles that are 8 to 8.5 inches from crotch, make sure the waistband is stretchy if it’s anything lower than mid-rise.
**For the boyish figure or people with angular hips, choose jeans that rest on the pelvic bone and AVOID boyfriend cuts
**Hippy ladies, find jeans just below your belly button when you do up high-rise jeans. AVOID wearing jeans with tight ankles, find something that flares out a little to balance out the hip area.


Bootylicious
**If you’re quite bootyful, find jeans with stretchy fabric with great support for the jiggly wiggly.
**Tone-on-tone design and embroidery will minimize attention to the bum
**Find back pockets with inverted triangular shapes and vertical lines will help minimize the bum
**Rounded pocket edges will give square, flat bums a nice rounded apple shape
**High flap back pockets will create the illusion of a higher, perkier behind, as well as stitching across the top of the pockets will draw attention to the top of the butt and not the bottom
**Remember: Pocket placement and design is crucial when choosing jeans and making your bum look good,90% of men do not check their bums when purchasing jeans


Slimming Styles
**Find side seams that curve to the front for a narrow silhouette. Try Fidelity’s Skip jeans which are probably the strongest denim on the market currently, with polyester woven into the jeans to hold their shape, so say goodbye to VPL!
**Jeans that are 1/4 inch smaller at the thigh and knee actually directs viewers eyes to the ankle and not the rear. Try City of Others’ Minsk which flares out below the knee.
**Jeans that hug a little tighter on the top with a straight-leg style will create a sexier, curvy look than the usual straight-leg tomboy style. Try Habitual’s Straight Leg Isolation which is stretchy, but will hold you in.
**Always hard to find low-rise jeans that cover love handles, but there are jeans that sit between a low-rise and mid-rise, it’s 2 inches higher than the usual low-rise. Try J Brand’s Heartbreaker jeans which went waiting list crazy across the U.S.
**Wide-leg in mid-rise with minimal pockets and detailing is super trendy this season and this flatters ALL figures.


According to the Denim Blog it seems like PRPS is really taking the denim celebrity world by storm. Of course there’s the usual J Brand, 7 For All Mankind, etc.


The other trend for 2009 is the “Thrasher” look, jeans that have been ripped and cut up are back in rage. And be on the lookout, seems as though Denim shirts and Jeans Jackets are slowly making a comeback…

Resource: Some adapted from InStyle Magazines