Capture. Create. Relate.

Oh gosh.

But he’s just so beautiful.

Na-na-na-na-na hey-hey! Carry me away!

Guess whose birthday it was yesterday? Jen Ho! I met Jen about 2 years ago through Ashley at Ash’s 20th. Actually, you know what? I think that was pretty much the beginning of mine and Ash’s friendship as well. Pretty sure I was invited through a friend, maybe Jaimie? I don’t know. Regardless, I’m happy I went that night because now I’ve been there every birthday from 20 to 22! Happy Birthday Jen!

We played pictionary (yeah, totally dominated … ) and got drunk, of course. Jen was feeling a little sick so she lay down and, at some point, Jen tried to lift me up with her feet? Haha. Obviously from the photos it didn’t work out. Then we tried to make our way out but, yeah, obviously that didn’t work either. 

Oh yeah, look what I found: 

The Shoe Tower of Ashley’s 20th. Brought to you by Tom and Krisha ft. beer and jello shooters. 

The other day I hungout with Jaimie (my friend who is renting the studio out with me) and we started off with a nice coffee and chit-chat. Later on, we went to visit our studio and picked up some canvas from DeSerres and then had lunch at Sushi Go. Eventually we ended up at the Tea Store with Ashley before I had to work and Jaim had to go to class.

Ashley’s photo for Korea hehe..

Digging for honey.

Too many things to do, so little time. Actually, I’m whining. There’s really not that much for me to do at all, I just get easily overwhelmed. I have to find a decently sized table to move into my studio, pay rent for my studio, study for my exam on Friday (I also got scheduled to work that day), say bye to my friend Ash (so sad) as she is leaving for London Ont, tomorrow, and have a social life.

Yeah, I’m whining. Honestly, if I didn’t have an exam to study for, I’d be much happier. I hate having school during the summer. I feel like I should be out doing things, and I’m just constantly procrastinating. On top of that, when I get stressed about school I eat like a monster and I. Can’t. Stop.

In lighter news, I managed to move some stuff into my studio today. Just little things. I have some canvas’ there, my oil paints, my two fans for ventilation, and a bench. Jaimie brought her chair, shelves, a lamp, and her canvas and paints. Want to hear a funny story? My studio is housing some interesting friends… Check out the following e-mail:

Hi rectory members,

We’ve had an interesting morning here at The Rectory! Contractors started digging around the foundations in order to commence the renovations for the basement, and in the process they found some very old human remains. Although kind of interesting, it also means that we won’t have access through the back door for an undetermined amount of time (they are thinking of doing some archeological work to investigate further). So, in the interim I will have front door keys cut for everyone. Please let me know when you each of you will be in next, so I can give you the new keys.

Also, just a reminder about locking up doors and windows upon leaving the building: even if there are still others working in the building, all doors should be locked after you.

Let me know if you have any questions or things! Looking forward to seeing each of you soon.

Hahahahahahahaha. So funny! I’m going to host a ouija board party in the basement of that building. Who’s in?

WHAT IS THAT THING?! You ask? Oh, let me tell you.

The following story was told to me by my sister’s fiance: Missy was in the backyard on the deck (the deck has two levels, one for people to sit on and a higher level where my moms plants are sitting so the people are kind of fenced in) and was being frantic running around this one potted plant. My sisters fiance took the plant off to see what the big deal was. All there was was a garbage bag so he didn’t think anything of it. Next thing you know, Missy is tossing the garbage bag aside and digging in the little hole where the plant should be. My sister’s fiance (Dave, I guess I should say) dragged Missy out by the collar and took her inside.

This is where I come in: I was sleeping soundly and all I hear is, “KAREN” my sister “KAREN OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, KAREN, HOLY SHIT” So yes, I woke up thinking someone had died or Missy gave birth to Satan’s baby. Turns out it was a baby squirrel that Missy had brought in and set on the carpet for Dave. Haha. They thought it was dead, and I can see why they would, It’s pink and blue and hairless. But there was no blood and it was twitching. So my sister and Dave put it over the fence in the woods to let it decompose. I grilled them 2mins later on why they thought the squirrel was dead if it was moving and there was no blood. Needless to say, I made Dave get it and put it in a shoebox while I called the Humane Society. They said I could just put the shoebox near where the nest was and the mom would come and get it. If not, then by the evening, if it’s still there, I’d call another number and someone would come pick it up. No need for that, the mom came back.

HERO. Oh, and here’s the link to the Humane Society. I’d like people more if they acted with knowledge rather than throwing baby week old squirrels over the fence into a ravine, in a panic, thinking it’s dead. One time, when I was little, and they were just building the houses on my street, a construction worker found a bunny that fell from the first floor into the basement of an unfinished house. He asked if we wanted it and we took it, called the Humane Society, brought the bunny to them, and they took care of him. I wonder where it is now. Probably got hit by a car. Oh well.

Oh I might add, that the next day, when Sam and I went to get Rob from his house, I saw a crow capture a little bird, pin it to the ground with it’s talons and start picking away at it with it’s beak until it stopped moving. Cue the Circle of Life.

Woops! So yeah, that intermission lasted 12 hours. I was exhausted after my shower and just went to bed for, I mean it, 2mins. I gave myself 2mins to get my shit together and go back on the computer. Yeah well, that didn’t happen. Hah. I didn’t even have time to put Grease on, I watched Spiderman instead since it was on TV (good movie). But, anyways, here we are again. The final installment of this Road Trip Trilogy.

“Pond” made up of coke cans, water bottles and paper.

Paper trees! How appropriate.

Who will survive in America?

Graff. So colourful. I want to play with spray paint this year.

Neat-o. Love architecture. Looks like a boat!

Koons-esque?

Are Ya’ll ready for this? The Onesie Crew. This is probably the most amazing article of clothing I have ever seen. It looks rediculous on the hanger but cute/cool on.

Cool

Cute!

As you can tell by the photos you can wear this one-of-a-kind onesie however which way you want.

Want to be cool? Simply take the stance Andy is doing. Thrust your pelvis out, pucker them lips like you mean business and raise your arm, relax your wrist, and take your middle finger and pointer finger in a “peace” sign. You’re cool. Apparently, according to the man behind her, if you roll up your left leg it means you came out of jail and if you roll up your right leg, you have a gun. The things you learn in Montreal, eh?

Want to be cute? Smile wide, wide wide! Place the weight on one leg, wear some flip-flops, and stick your hands in your pockets like you’re not tryin’ too hard. Or be Asian. Asians in onesies are kind of cute.

Here’s Skulls & Feathers’ twin post to my Road Trip to Montreal post

The gals and I ate sooo much sushi. Although they were able to eat again throughout the day, I, on the otherhand, have not touched food until now. Let me just time frame this for you: We had lunch at 12:00PM. At around 8:00PM I felt like vomiting. It is now 11:40PM and I am finally hungry enough to eat a bowl of oatmeal.

Burp. 

YUM! YUM! MORE TO COME! (Photos, that is. But I’m tired and want to shower. Intermission!)

Hi hi hi! Today my friend Sam and I had the day off to go roadtrip to Montreal with our friend, and tattoo artist, Rob. He had an appointment in Laval and so, like last time, we drove him over there. Except this time, Sam and I ventured out of Laval while he had his appointment and went into downtown Montreal. I had texted my good friend, Andy (aka skullsnfeathers) the night before telling her we were stopping by. She had just moved there a couple of weeks ago and was totally down to hangout the whole day! We had such a great time wandering downtown and had some all you can eat sushi on St. Denis which was delish… Except for the fact that one of our servers actually sighed and said “ugh.. okay” when we ordered our last round. What a dick! I so wanted to call him out on it but he was nowhere to be found afterwards.

Anyways.

That didn’t spoil our fun. We went shopping and just goofed around. The day was beautiful with a momentary thunder storm. 

Actually, funny story:

Sam and I had parked our car on St.Denis and the way the meters work is that within a certain perameter, there are letters that correspond to each parking spot. Sam and I had parking spot G so we would have to keep going back to any meter that had the letter G associated with it. Well, we had wandered too far and, while Sam and Andy were in Forever 21 shopping, I went out to look for the nearest G meter (20mins before our ticket expired). I walked forever until it started thundering and I was like, “shit” the umbrella came out, my flip-flop clad feet got soaked, my umbrella was turning inside out, what a mess. So I took refuge in a parking garage I had found, and so had this fairly young parking cop. Needless to say, my time was up on the meter. So I spoke to the parking cop about where the nearest G meter was and he fiddled around on his electronic device and made fun of me for wandering so far and told me I would get ticketed for sure. And I was like “oh great, well that sucks” and he was like “you’re not from around here, right?” and I told him how I was from Ottawa and he replied with “oh, but you’re very cute” and I was like “so people from Ottawa aren’t normally attractive?” to which he laughed and said “No, no. I just, I don’t know, maybe I was wondering if I could get your number and maybe we can be friends…” Yeah, I know, right? So I laughed at him and said “Well I don’t know, you’re going to ticket me, right? I don’t see us being friends after that” Then the sun came out and we laughed, he commented on how that reply was a “good one” and parted ways. Did I get a ticket? Nope! Ah, Montreal.

Here are some photos of the fun… Actually, we’ll do it in parts… For now, here are some travel photos.

On the road!

When I grow up, I want one of these.

Part three! By this time the hour of the mosquitos was over and we migrated back to the great outdoors. These are just some more little tidbits of the end of one of the most relaxing and fun nights i’ve had in a long time.

Best hammock ever.

Chit-chats and camera fun.

Ah, the 2011 Aritzia Tier 1 towel.

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‘Stache for “Jessie”

Rat-tail photos 2.0. Level up! Or maybe “Jessie” is rubbing off on people. 

FYI: Em and I often dress like, well, trendy boys. So sometimes she’s Jessie and sometimes I’m Kris. Welcome to the new age of boyfriend fit blazers, button-ups and denim that has changed my wardrobe. 

Holla.

Nice face. Oh, hey, it’s Kris dressed like a janitor (catchin’ on?)

Probably the most disgusting, yet fascinating, face Emily has ever made. And, quite possibly, the only face that I will see that is a combination of the two in my life. Thank’s, friend.

GIVE IT BEER!

MORE BEER! (By this point I was laughing so hard. We don’t take kindly to different folk)

Let’s end this with a happy photo. 

Cheers to a good night! Also, I don’t know what kind of frogs the Craven Haven has milling about their man-made pond, but they sound more like little explosions rather than the typical “croak” of a frog. My next Craven Haven mission: capture and identify said species of frog. 

… And to set these suckers free into society.

To Be Continued.

After dinner we took the party inside because us folk were getting bit to death by mosquitos. Although, much to my surprise, I only got bit probably, 3 times. But, then again, I also covered myself head to toe with pants and a button-up. To top that off, I used an old Aritzia towel from last year (yeah, dem Tier 1 customer ones) which was big enough to have me confusingly call it a “blanket” all night. Maybe it was the beer.

Anyways.

We took the party indoors and cleaned up the dishes that were once filled with 3 different kinds of sausages, bruschetta, potato salad, coleslaw, chicken, steak, and salad. Where did it all go? Well, currently I am trying to digest the massive amounts of food I ingested and keep it from coming back up my esophagus and into the toilet (or onto whatever surface fortunate enough to come into contact with my insides). I think it’s safe to say my pals are feeling the same way. But, damn, it was all so worth it. I couldn’t stop eating and nobody in hell could stop me from eating.

Derp.

We clogged the sink. Alex thought a toilet brush was a plunger, btw. Take a minute to laugh.

Shaman’s staff.

Breeeewwws.

Uhm.

Emily re-enacting her selfies she took on her iPhone. One of them being her holding a toothbrush in front of a mirror. Hahaha. Please take her phone and look through her photos. Her life amuses me in so many ways. ALSO NOTE THAT MY PHONE CAPTURED THE FLASH OF TRENT’S CAMERA! WEIRRRRDDDDDD!

Gotta love her.

Allo, allo! 

Today was an interesting morning. My friend Ash has a fun shin dig in Boston, MA for a few days with a certain special someone she had the privilege of meeting a few nights ago. I don’t know how much I can say about that rockin’ new friendship she’s made but I think It’s safe for me to tease you all with little hints: he was on Glee, he played at Scotiabank Place and he’s been on Oprah. Nuff said. We spent last night packing before going back to my place for dinner and a sleepover. Started our day early with a nice drive on the empty Sunday morning road over to the airport. Ash, I hope you’re having tons of fun, love! FB message me as soon as you can please!

After all that fun, I had to work. This normally would have sucked but my good pal Alex was working with me and my shifts are always made more fun with her. She invited me over to her dad’s amazing home for a BBQ dinner with a few people who I’m grateful to be friends with. 

Because there are so many photos, I’m going to do this in parts. So much fun!

Papa Craven’s medium of choice ft. Emily McMenemy.

Pardon me, but you are frightening me.

Ottawa’s finest kitchen host.

And her end result.

I had an iguana. Wasn’t as cool as that iguana.

I’m not a big enough boy to handle that kind of heat.

Hi, goos!

The men being men. Thank God for them.

But please cook faster.

Excellent dinner setting.

Yell at me if you want a painting by me. I’m done school and need to remain creatively active. I like painting people.

Give me people.

Or whatever.

Xoxo

krishadayola@gmail.com

Ahhh, what better way to spend a disgustingly hot day like it was the other day than to have a game night on the porch? 

Initially we just used the third chair as our table…

Then came out the IKEA table…

Yawn.

Ash saving the parking spot for our friends. Haha.

Ash doesn’t have AC so we brought the inside outside. As you can tell by the photos, yes, we took out the ‘ol IKEA table onto the porch and put out all our munchies on it while people watching. Although the title of this post is called Game Night, I, unfortunately, couldn’t stay for the actual game playing as I had class that night. But I was there for the set-up and chilling part before the majority of pals made it over.

While I was at work today, Alex approached me and asked me if I would like to join her and Kieran for a date to Pho Bo Ga La. I was a little hesitant as I was excited to go home to a house of electricity and just relax and eat some alfredo blahblah. Anyways, gave in and decided to go. So glad I did!

The night started off innocently enough. Went to Pho, had some girl talk-real talk and marveled and the bugs that inhabited the fine establishment. We were finished by around 12:30AM and Alex had received a text from Suzanne about going to The Standard. So we did. And many events unfolded and I witnessed many things. Let me just put into writing so it may never escape my memory: Kieran riding Trent’s bike and watching a man get k.o’d on the street. Hope he’s okay.

Okay, now photos.

Hah, Kieran.

Trent, why are you so cool?

This was, of course, after Alex’s awesome “360-400” haha.

I didn’t intend on getting drunk but that’s okay. Needless to say I walked off the bus in bare feet. Mostly because my wedges were uncomfortable and not because I was a mess. Promise.

Yeah, I do mean that literally. It was boiling hot yesterday and Ash and I thought it was a good idea to walk all around downtown. Haha. Well, it was fun! We went to Starbucks so I could drink my morning coffee and eat my three petit vanilla bean scones like the lard I’ve become. We were about to get gelato which probably would have been more appropriate for the hot day but we decided against that. Actually, Ash got this wonderful bevvy she has been buying for the past forever. 

Some sort of drink that, apparently, you should only have 1 cup once per day. Ashley has been drinking whole bottles of these basically per hour. Hahahha. Atta girl.

Ouf. I just made myself the biggest plate of fettucini alfredo with 4 different types of cheese and garlic and onions. Oh my God, I’m soooo full! I’ve been spoling my little body with the most unhealthiest of foods lately. Sugar cookies and scones are my vices. I know, I’m an old soul. I also indulged in my first frappuccino in, probably, a year.

Must. Post. Photos. Before. Going. Into. Food. Coma.

These are photos I meant to upload like, a million years ago. This little fella is Gizmo, my aunt’s dog. He’s so needy and follows me everywhere. Poor guy has no stamina and he can never keep up with me. No matter how many times I try to make him stay in one spot and not follow me, he still does and works himself out into a panting mess. Anyways, here’s the rediculous shih tzu.

Looks like a sloth.