GIVEAWAY. and rap.

WARNING: This post is going to MOTHERBEEPING RULEZ.

Oh, did I sound pretentious there? Well, FINE. I'll give you my SUPPORTING ANSWERS to above statement. This post includes:
1) A rap.
2) A giveaway.

Um, need I repeat myself? No. But I will. This post is going to MOTHERBEEPING RULEZ. Let's commence.

1) In this RAP, LHizzle raps about a coming giveaway. It's pretty awes- er, I mean, it's MAD DOPE.

RAP. yo. from quirky explosion on Vimeo.

2) The Giveaway. It's also mad dope. Fly. Ballin', if you will. Whatever adjectives you choose to attach to said giveaway, it really is, in plain gangstah terms, PIMPIN'.

But really.

This beaded bracelet is all the way from Guatemala. And it's quite something. Now I know that this isn't the "investment piece" or the "goes with everything" bracelet, but I have HIGH HOPES for it. It's an explosion of beading and colours and it's perfect to make an outfit POP. And really, that's what fashion is all about! The POP. Anyone can rock it - whether your style is more eclectic and crazy (pair it with some of those fun colours of yours!), or simple and classic (let it make a statement!) - it'll be a great addition to any existing wardrobe.

You know how magazines and fashion-y people and the likes talk about statement pieces? WELL THIS IS IT. And YOU yes, YOU, could win it!


Definitely something that I would wear. (Yes, that's supposed to be enticing. (Actually, I'm not going to lie - I bought a very similar one for myself. Because it's THAT awesome.))


TO ENTER:
1. You must be a follower of this blog.
2. Leave a comment with your email and gangstah name.
3. Extra entries:
- (+1) Follow me on Twitter
- (+2) Tweet about this blog or giveaway
- (+5) Blog about this blog or giveaway by posting my highly professional rap on your blog [Click "Embed" on the video, and copy the link]
- (+10) Make YOUR own rap about this blog or giveaway. Post it on your blog. I will rig the giveaway if you do this. No, I won't. But I will love you eternally. Almost to a point of your danger... Do it at your own risk. (BUT REALLY DO IT! It would change my life. Ish.)

The Giveaway is open to EVERYONE (Hollaaa, International Readers!) and will end on August 22, 2010. Good luck!

Latahz, Homeskilletz.

in the mighty jungle. the mighty, mighty jungle...

Once upon a time, I met a boy. He was perfect. We fell in love. Just kidding. 1) I've never talked to a boy. 2) Let alone meet a perfect boy. 3) Let alone fall in love. Actually, to be completely honest, I've never even talked to a human. Yeah, that's right I'm from Mars and WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THAT?! HUH?! YEAH. I'm awesome. (And for those of you thinking, "Well, that explains a lot" - all I've got to say, rather eloquently, is "USUK." HAH!)

Er.

Yeah. I appear to have I gotten off track. In conclusion, the point of, er, whatever, was to say that PERFECT DOESN'T EXIST and that's kind of awesome. I think quirks are kind of the best thing in the world. Why do people want to conform? I DON'T KNOW.

I guess one weird thing about me is that I LOVE meeting new people. No, I know that everyone likes to meet new people (I'm pretty sure that's the most used line in Facebook bios, "Hi. I'm ________. I'm _____ years old and I love meeting new people! Let's chat!" STALK ALL YOUR FACEBOOK FRIENDS. You will see that, on average, 24% of them will have this as their bio line. For real. Not. I made that up. BUT YOU GET THE PRINCIPLE.)

But I love meeting new people. Period. Like, just MEETING them. And then that's it. Just the art of MEETING them.

You see, I get a weird adrenaline rush when I meet people. I start off being chatty and enthusiastic and not shy. And then I gradually get bored of them/ they get bored of me. And then I'm boring again. And I get progressively shy after meeting someone. As in, I become SHYER. I'm pretty sure that's the opposite of most people. It might be a problem, but I'll just call it a "quirk" to justify it as being cool? Okay.



Since we're (we're meaning "I'm", but I want to keep this all inclusive, y'know) on the subject of meeting people and clothing (? (it's a matter of simply reading between the lines)), I thought I'd carry on the trend. Because, you know, I'm smooth like peanut butter. (If any peanut butter company wants me to endorse them, this is all you need to know: I like my peanut butter CRUNCHY.)

Meet Dress. Dress is made of pretty fabric. Dress had lots of pretty fabric. One day, Dress was purchased. And RECONSTRUCTED. (That's a euphemism for killed! Mwahah.)


Dress became Shorts. Meet Shorts. Shorts took a long time to make. Shorts enjoys bow ties and long walks on the beach. Except not really, because the water would ruin Shorts appearance.


Also, meet Sibling. Except not really. Sibling has been on this blog a lot. So much, in fact, that I want Sibling to do a GUEST POST. Do you want Sibling to do a guest post? Yes? Give Sibling ideas? OKAY.


Meet Lexy. Lexy owns this blog. Lexy is typing this. Lexy is typing this in third person because it sounds like someone is typing about Lexy and Lexy would feel very cool if that were the case. So we will pretend that this is Lexy's, urm, SECRETARY typing this. Because it's cool that Lexy is SO cool that Lexy has a secretary. BAM.

(Shirt - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Scarf - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Shorts - Homemade, Shoes - Aldo, Jewelry - Assorted.)

And since we're meeting Lexy (except for not really, but we will dismiss that), let's play that good ole fashion icebreaker game that Lexy hates. It's called two truths and a lie.

1) Lexy finger nails currently have happy faces on them.
2) Lexy's favourite vegetable is peas.

3) Lexy obsesses over Sims 3. It's not healthy.

So, I know these aren't original. This is why I hate this game. I'm just UNORIGINAL. Sigh. But nonetheless, GUESS WHICH ONE IS THE LIE.

And, YOUR TURN. Give me Two Truths and a Lie. (Also, give me the answer below. Like *enter* *enter* *enter* ANSWER. That would be cool.) Involving your super awesome QUIRKZ.

Also, would you like a Guest Post from Sibling?! And of what?

Ta ta!

Tata.

i wish i had a witty title. blame it on the jet lag.

I've secretly always wanted to be asked to be photographed for a street style blog. I'm pretty sure my ego would explode to a level of unhealthiness (potential side effects would be uncontrollable prancing around the house whilst singing "I'm a SURVIVOR" in an imaginary microphone). Unfortunately (or fortunately?) that has yet to occur. Consequently, I'm trying to pretend I'm cool with street style-esque photos. So DON'T BURST MY BUBBLE.

And in case you were thinking "Oh, hey. Your streets have gotten unlame?" (Not that I've posted many pictures of my streets. Yeah, they're lame.)... Then here's the catch, I'M NOT HOME. I'm in Vancouver! Boo yeah!

Plane outfit. Yeah. A dress. Never again. (Never say never! (Oh shut up! I blame you, Ms. Frizzle from the Magic School Bus. YOUR STUPID CATCHPHRASE RESONATES IN MY HEAD TO THIS DAY.)



(Blazer - Value Village/ Thrifted $7, Dress - Thrifted $1, Hat - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Shoes - Value Village/ Thrifted $7, Necklace - Aldo, Jewlery - Assorted, Bag - Peru)

Vancouver's DEFINITELY one of my favourite - if not my favourite - cities in Canada. We're here to visit the extended famjam (I'm exhausted. One word: CHILDREN. If I had a second word, it would be: JETLAG (I know that that's two words, but saying "if I had a second word" sounds better than "if I had a second word and another word" so BAM)). But apparently we're not the only ones. By "we," I'm referring to the fact that "we" are a tourist. I'm trying to transition this topic onto the fact that there is approximately 01293801389 tourists here this weekend. Long Weekend, Fireworks, Gay Pride, TALK ABOUT GREAT TIMING. (In my opinion. My mother, on the other hand, loathes large crowds/ noise/ parties. Oh the joys of being an old person.)

The fireworks were beautiful. Sadly, Pink Digital cameras lack the, um, *insert digital term to describe why these pictures suck.* According to the taxi driver, 400 000 people watch them fireworks along the bay. UM THAT IS FOUR TIMES THE SIZE OF MY TOWN. Also, I witnessed like THREE people get arrested. Hand cuffs and all! I felt like I was watching Police Women on TLC! Minus the fact that they weren't women! But still! A real arrest! With a police car! And everything! It was exciting! I'm obviously from a small town! Poop!

I have more muses and mumbles, mostly about how I wish I grew up in Vancouver or any big city. Because there's actually things to do. But the good thing about living in a small town where I'm cooped indoors is that I'm forced to find random jazz to do. Generally in a creative outlet. (Mostly because the other outlet that comes to mind - athletic - is pretty much out of the picture. I have too many athletic talents and I simply don't watch to embarrass other children who are passionate about fitness and sports. That's all.) Therefore, small town = boredom = creativity = drawing, sewing, creating, playing Hakuna Matata on the piano, singing Amazing Grace. I don't sing Amazing Grace.

How has your town type influenced you in any way?
And any Vancouver readers out there (THIS IS YOUR MOMENT TO SHINE), please tell me places/ shops I should check out!?* I'm only here for a few days.

*Here's what my uncle said to me. "Hey, there's some pretty good shops around here that you might like! We passed this vintage shop on the way here. And there's another one, I'm not sure if you've heard of it, but it's called, ummm, oh yes, Value Village! I think you might like it." I laughed. I only warship the damn store...