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@JamieInTransit: Trips to Remember in 2016

5 Jan


Wrote about my favorite trips in 2016 to remember as we start another year. 😉 By the way, do follow my other blog, http://www.jamiefournier.com.

Happy New Year my WordPress friends!


OOTD: Big Lazy Top

4 Mar

Big furry top + high waist-ish pants + bun + huge bag = today’s work #ootd or should I say #ootn😉



An Old Blog: Slumdog Millionaire

20 Feb

Slumdog Millionaire


“D. It is written.”

Music playing in the background. Jamal sitting on the base of a pillar in the train station. He looks across and sees Latika standing with a bright yellow shawl covering her scarred face. He runs towards her. Images of shit all over his body as a kid and scenes from the day of his mother’s death are shown.

They finally are face to face, after all. After all. He takes off her shawl. As he sees her scar, he moves forward and kisses it intently, envisioning how it had been done to her face right in front of him, as if to take it away. He says as he looks into her eyes, “It is our destiny.”

Goosebumps all over me. Thrilling. Gripping. Moving. The story, indeed, touches most of its viewers in the most riveting manner. What amazes me is not the money, but the love in little Jamal for Latika that surpassed all circumstances that he has faced in life. Through it all, he genuinely believed it was his destiny to be with little Latika, right from that unfortunate day of his mother’s death to the very day that she stood in front of him in the train station, scarred but happy.

Some people say love shouldn’t be all about belief in fate, romance, and destiny. Logic, they say is a key player as well. In this matter, reality demands for us to believe in logic being the most important of the equation. Sometimes, though, it’s great to lose yourself in the thrill of it all, the belief that love can push you to drop everything just to be with the one you love.

I am left to question what the story would have been if he had forgotten about Latika that day he ran away from having his eyes burned? If he had never chosen to return to look for her when they found her almost dancing her virginity away in the grips of the same man who took the three of them in as kids to beg for money.

There would have been no story at all, no great love.

Maybe it is just a reminder that love such as theirs does pass the tests of time, despite it being against logic, despite it being against sanity. Love is love, crazy, mad, unquestionable, unbelievable, and yes at times stupid. But this I must say, always, always, rewarding.

Believable? Could this tale ever exist in real life?

Debatable, I guess. I’d have to say that the unfortunate events are highly plausible. As for the happy ending, I’m not certain that it would ever happen in real life. It would be nice to believe that it could though, for our sake.

Did this movie deserve the best picture award at the oscars? Haven’t seen the other nominated movies so I might have to leave this question unanswered. Did I enjoy the movie? Yes, it brought about emotions in me that would have been left idle during this no-thinking-no-feeling short vacay of mine.

“What is the biggest prize of all?”


C. Love. 

And yes, it is my final answer.


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19 Feb

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Blog: Lightning Could Strike

10 Dec

When I told an ex-boyfriend that I wanted to be with someone who would be passionately in love with me, someone who wouldn’t be able to get enough of me, someone who would hold my hand, someone who would want to see me happy at all times even with the simplest gestures, someone who would actually listen to what I say, someone who would hug me so tight and still think he needs to be even closer, someone who would hate being away from me, he cut me off and said “quit dreaming Jamie”.

“You live in a fairytale. Guys like that don’t exist and I’m tired of hearing the same bullshit everyday”.

My heart sank and I had no strength to even say anything back. I started asking all sorts of questions. “Am I really living in a fairytale”? “Am I really looking for something that is close to rare or even non-existent”?

Is love really supposed to be entirely pragmatic? He once told me that I was asking for too much. Most married couples he said would be lucky to have 15 minutes in a day to talk to each other and the rest of the day would be spent working and taking care of the kids. This was his idea of love. Always futuristic, conventional, and in my eyes so void of passion.

It broke my heart every single day and I just didn’t know, or I just couldn’t, accept it. There was no way I would just accept it as a norm; to see love as just that, so emotionless, so objective.

But this has never been what I’ve sought for in love. I’ve always daydreamed about finding mad and passionate love. It brings me back to a quote, a movie scene, I’ve always loved. The chopper. A father and daughter. Their conversation.

William Parrish: It’s not what you say about Drew, it’s what you don’t say.

Susan Parrish: Maybe you’re not listening.

William Parrish: Oh yes, I am. There’s not an ounce of excitement. Not a whisper of a thrill. This relationship has all the passion of a pair of tit mice. I want you to get swept away out there. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a Dervish.

Susan Parrish: Oh, that’s all?

William Parrish: Yeah. Be deliriously happy or at least leave yourself open to be.

Susan Parrish: Okay. Be deliriously happy. I shall… uhh… I shall do my utmost.

William Parrish: I know it’s a cornball thing, but love is passion. Obsession. Someone you can’t live without. I say fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy, and who’ll love you the same way back. How do you find ’em? Well, you forget your head and you listen to your heart. I’m not hearing any heart. Because the truth is, honey, there’s no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven’t lived a life at all. But you have to try, because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.

That is precisely why my system just couldn’t accept the kind of love of my ex-boyfriend thought was the norm, that kind of life with that person. I may be wrong and maybe one day I’ll find out that what I’ve always believed in is in fact wrong, that all kinds of love do end in logic and objectivity, but I’d rather take the difficult road of finding the answers for myself for now.

I do believe that love, my kind of love, the kind I’ve always dreamed of, does exist. The butterflies. The passion. The I-can’t-stand-being-away-from-you kind of feeling. The hugs. The kisses. Staying in bed the whole day. Being the best in each other’s eyes. Letting the world disappear when you’re together. Just you and him. And your love. Yes, all that. I do believe love like that still exists.

And as days, weeks, and months go by, luckily I think I’ve been right all along.

When you love, you should love like you’re a teenager again and it’s the first time you ever held someone’s hand. You should love and embrace the butterflies in the tummy. You should daydream and desire to be with your man/woman so much that it hurts. It should be so magical that every other mundane, routinely, and objective aspect of your life will seem to disappear when you’re with each other.

Love is magic, at least it is supposed to be magical.

As William Parish said, “Find someone you can love like crazy, and who’ll love you the same way back. How do you find ’em? Well, you forget your head and you listen to your heart. I’m not hearing any heart. Because the truth is, honey, there’s no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven’t lived a life at all. But you have to try, because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived”.

If you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived, yes.

Azta Style Session: A Bold Makeover!

22 Aug

“A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.” Coco Chanel


There is something so magical about going to a salon. Almost all of us go with splendid expectations and hopeful thoughts. It’s almost like we feel like we’re Cinderella and we’re off to see our fairy godmother. The sway of the magical wand, in this case the cut of an amazingly-talented stylist, and voila—Cinderella ends up with gorgeous vivacious hair and beyond that she feels like a princess right out of her pumpkin carriage—er or should I say her favorite salon. What completes this experience is when her expectations mirror the end-result, also known as reality.

Let’s face it, some women, whether they’re about to delve into something exciting like a first date or something or whether they’re trying to heal their heartbroken selves, go into a salon with great hopes and go out with nothing but disappointment and this question: “why did I given go”?

There are a few salons out there though that never fail to live up to our expectations, that never fail to whip out its magic wand and make us feel like princesses.

Azta Urban Salon is one of those salons, if not the best when it comes to that. And this was proven once again when I went to their Azta Style Session about a month ago. I was invited by one of my dear friends Jayme, a fellow blogger, to join her for a make-over. As I was bored with my permed blah-colored hair, I said yes without even hesitating. I went without expectations and came out extremely happy with the result.

I was one of the first few bloggers that got there and I was highly impressed with how festive the salon was on that day. What was even more impressive was that everyone at the salon welcomed us with beaming smiles and all were seemingly excited to get the make-over started. For each blogger, sytlists were predetermined and all our so-called “beauty workstations” were ready for all of us. Aside from that, food, drinks, and tea were overflowing. I just couldn’t get enough of how eager they all were to make sure we had a GRAND time during the style session.

I met my new favorite stylist that day, Mr. Jo. He was so accomodating and what I loved most about him was that he listened to me which is really important when it comes to changing a very important aspect of yourself. “I want something darker this time, and I want to kind of have an hombre”. That’s all I needed to say and he took over. He showed me some suggestions and he happily told me it will look spectacular after. His enthusiasm and certainty made me feel assured and I gave him full control of the process

I’m glad I did.

Without further saying anything, he colored my hair black (a move so bold, for me at least), added reddish streaks, and also gave me a haircut. Unlike so many other stylists out there who don’t seem to care about the real state of our hair, Mr. Jo actually went above and beyond and decided to make sure I have a hair treatment as well. Simply amazing is how I would describe him.

After he styled my hair, I took a deep breath, opened my eyes and I couldn’t help but smile as I saw the end result. I have not made a move so bold and I would not have made it had it not been for Mr. Jo and Azta Urban Salon. There I was with black hair and red streaks. Admittedly, had I been my old controling self with passive stylists, I would’ve ended up with what you would normally see for almost every girl out there—the common colors—brown, light brown, and any other version of brown out there–I know there are more (lol). But no, not for Mr. Jo and not for me, that day we opted to try something new and we were both so pleased with the result.

When I started this blog, I talked about how we all feel like we’re princesses right after great salon visits. I definitely felt that way that day, thanks to everyone at Azta Urban Salon. I felt beautiful and I felt like a princess, a feeling we all need every now and then.

I know someday soon I’d need an upper, an I-feel-beautiful-and-like-a-princess day, or simply a I-need-a-bold-move kind of day, I know the perfect place to go to, Azta Urban Salon!

Thank you again for making me feel like a princess that day and for finding and creating the perfect hairstyle and hair color for me! You’ll definitely see me soon! 😉

Here are some pictures of our fun Azta style session:

My Artwork: Waiting

26 Feb