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 I heard about Muxtape last week (boy, this thing has spread like wildfire!) and have been thinking about what kind of muxtape I wanted to make. Since I've been in a Motown and soul kick these past few weeks, I decided to do just that! Here's mine. What's yours? (Applauding Justin Ouellette for keeping the concept of the mixtape alive!)
—Monday, March 31, 2008 5 comments Muxtape
 Marianne asked: "Were there any particular instances when you wanted to shut down your website? What do you think will become of it through time?" No, not particularly. Everyone's been pretty nice, and a hiatus has yet to cross my mind. As time passes, I hope it will remain more or less the same. Just a place where I can write and "keep in touch" with fellow internet friends. I honestly can't picture it being any different at the moment, but anything can happen, right? But I hope that toastier will stay toasty.
—Saturday, March 29, 2008 0 comments Toastier in the future
 - Garfield minus Garfield - The pink and blue project - The first Photoshop icon - 79 Years of Best Picture Winners in Posters - Good is Dead. (Chip Kidd's back with a new book) - Lies I've Told My 3 Year Old Recently (Previously: Lists, part 9)
—Tuesday, March 25, 2008 1 comment Lists, part 10
 Seth said: "write about where you'd like to see yourself in five years." Healthy, content, and hopefully still blogging! Location-wise, maybe another city, maybe another place. Though, it would be a little difficult to leave New York. It's quite the city. It tends to hold onto your heart, and vice versa. Whew, you guys asked good questions! It was fun answering them. Got the good ol' noggin thinking about things...
—Sunday, March 23, 2008 0 comments In 5 years
 Jasmin asked: "What inspires your photos?" Everything. I'm so inspired by what I see everyday-- from my Flickr contacts to photoblogs to exhibits to moments that happen on the streets of this city. I see things a certain way, just like how everyone sees things in their own way. My photos materialize from a mixture of my surroundings, the events and emotions that may or may not follow, and what my mind decides to conjure up in the process. I'm just a person that likes to take pictures, you know? But I confess, there are so many shots I wish I could take, or at least freeze-frame in my mind, so I could take the time to capture them.
—Saturday, March 22, 2008 0 comments Photo inspiration
 Paci asked: "What's the difference between online-you and real-you?" I think the only difference between the online-me and real-me is my identity. Well, okay, that's a loaded word. By identity, I mean what I look like, what my voice sounds like, my age, etc. It's the putting together of this written "voice" here with a physical, tangible entity. It's fun having fellow internet friends guess my appearance based on what and how I write. And I guess if I meet any of you in real life, I hope I don't disappoint! Otherwise, what's here is pretty much how I am in real life. I'm just a quirky gal that has a habit of being kind. Throw in a lot of laughter and some geeking out over things and there you go! I guess when I said that I try to keep my online-life and real-life fiercely separate, I meant that... it's weird when the people you know in real life, the ones you see every single day, read your tiny little space on the web. It's odd and a little terrifying. I think I would get a bit self-conscious; I'm not exactly the greatest writer or photographer. I mean, I don't write anything hurtful here. Names are rarely mentioned; mostly nicknames I've made up for friends and acquaintances. Some people I know think it's weird to write about your life on a public forum, so... it's all a bit odd. And just how it happened to work out, it's a secret from them. But if some have found out? Then hello!
—Friday, March 21, 2008 1 comment Me and myself
 Rachel asked: "are you happy?" Am I happy? Am I happy? I cannot even tell you how many times I repeated this question to myself. When I first read it, I felt like someone had socked me in the stomach. But you know when that happens? When the most mundane question becomes unanswerable? I wish I could tell you that I am happy, that I am content with my life. Or that no, my life sucks right now and I'm completely miserable. But the truth is... the truth is I don't know. I'm in this fuzzy area, this grey area where I don't know if I'm happy or not. I can't tell if me being just "okay" equals happiness. I put on this facade of calmness and "all is well" because... maybe it's the only way of convincing myself that this is what it feels like to be happy. And it's not to say I don't experience moments of happiness. I do. It's fleeting, and I savor it whenever they happen. Those moments of laughter, those moments of triumph, those moments of "I can't believe that worked!" But in the long run... I don't know. It kind of scares me and comforts me at the same time. There's this Charlie Brown quote I wrote down a long time ago, and I still like it: Linus: "What would you say you want most out of life, Charlie Brown? To be happy?" Charlie Brown: "Oh, no. I don't expect that. I really don't. I just don't want to be unhappy!"
—Thursday, March 20, 2008 0 comments Are you happy?
 C asked: "Tell us about your best friend. What makes him/her so awesome?" I don't... share a lot of things with someone right away unless I'm completely comfortable. I'm not a person of many dark secrets, but I like my privacy because I think having a tiny little square of my life to myself is important. Which makes me a person of many layers. My friend, my best friend, has been friends with me for a long time now, and she has patiently chipped away at my shell. And that makes her a very awesome person. She listens to me when I babble about nothing and everything, responds with good advice, and is genuine. I'm thankful for her. Plus, she's a complete geek and vocal about what she believes in. This is for you, Special-K.
—Wednesday, March 19, 2008 0 comments My best friend
 Okay, so I kind of reverted back to my old layout because as much as I liked the other one, I really missed posting photos with my entries. You know when you get really used to something and when change happens, it's just not the same? Don't get me wrong, change is good sometimes. Maybe I'll tweak the other layout sometime so photos will go with it better. Anyway, my sincere apologies for the back-and-forth. On a different note, a friend recently wrote of a meme to challenge him to write something out his comfort zone. So I'm going to try and give this a go! I try to keep my online life and real life fiercely separate, although it mixes every now and then. I write about certain things here and some other things, not so much. Ask me anything, and I'll write an entry about it.
—Tuesday, March 18, 2008 7 comments Reverted and pondering
"Over here, over here!" Everyone rushed over to congratulate her. The spotlight was on her now, and she couldn't be happier. Although people surrounded her, she saw out of the corner of her eye a girl quietly looking on. Her friend, her good friend who had been with her all along. She smiled at her and waved for her to come over to join the celebration. She waved back and made a hand motion for her friend to enjoy the moment. She was happy for her. Another friend, another celebration. The joyous moments kept coming and again, she stood on the outside looking on. She was overjoyed for all her friends, her heart bursting with love and support. But for her, her moment would not come. For her, she would always watch as her friends' lives began and her's would stay still. She would blend into the background as others took flight. She was the sky, the clouds, the sun. She would always be there, for everyone and anyone. But only be there and never in the moment. For she would be quietly strolling along to the soundtrack of everyone's lives. As she slipped away from the crowd, she caught one more glance of her friend's face. Happiness. She looked down and smiled. She put her hands in her pockets and went her way. One day.
—Sunday, March 16, 2008 Quietly strolling along
So, I guess we all know about a certain governor who recently resigned due to a series of unfortunate events that snowballed into the form of a certain girl. The discussions won't stop, the jokes just keep coming (for this, it's never too soon), and the newspaper front pages continue to be entertaining. My favorite? This week's New York Press:  How amazing is that? Props to the art department and the Photoshopper.
—Friday, March 14, 2008 1 comment Pretty stupid
If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? And why?
—Sunday, March 9, 2008 7 comments Another place
It's days like these that make me miss living by the coast. Can you see it? A beautiful, sunny day; the ocean waves crashing along the beach; wind swept and crazy hair. Don't get me wrong. It's great in the city when the weather gets really nice like this. It's like a little faith is put back in the people, that Spring might just come after all. Anyway, I wish the weather could stay like this... at least for a week. On a different note, toastier.org just got a tiny facelift. There won't be a photo a day anymore, I know, but I will post one every now and then.
—Monday, March 3, 2008 5 comments A Springy step
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