Tuesday, August 24, 2010


Monster Ball: We are all her Little Monsters.

Lady Gaga. When she first came out, she puzzled us with her eccentric-ness and risky style choices, but we have come to recognize her as a true artist.
We bought tickets for her show as soon as we heard she was coming to town, which was months ago, and therefore it only hit us that we were witnessing awesome, when we were actually there.
Her up-lifting speeches about loving yourself and being brave (which was her theme of the week, and, according to her, should be all of ours), made you only appreciate her even more. There is a real person under the LADY GAGA persona.

We whole-heartedly recommend the Monster Ball tour to anyone who loves art, sexual orientation or a good time.
Never before has being gay sounded so good.

"I hope you don't leave here loving me more. I hope you leave her loving yourself more."
- Lady GaGa (in a surprisingly gritty voice)

- A Stranger Elegance

Gone for a Bit

We're having a last hurrah, a goodbye to summer, a final trip, where we will also be absent for the next 2 weeks. But no fear, we will come back stronger then ever, with new material and better ideas.

So enjoy these last few days of summer... we know we will.

- A Stranger Elegance

Sunday, August 15, 2010

The Hunger Games

The Hunger Games

We both picked up this book in the year 2008, not knowing how mind blowing it would be, and due to its increasing popularity we felt we should recommend it to all book lovers.

The refreshing plot line revolves around sixteen year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives in a dystopic age. Every year, two children from each district (of which there are twelve) are selected to compete in the perilous Hunger Games where contestants must fight to the death.

In a moment of panic, after her sister's name is drawn, Katniss volunteers to go in her place. Joining her, is Peeta Mellark, a boy, who is later revealed to have a huge crush on and who Katniss owes her life to.

A tale of rebellion
A love triangle to rival Edward, Bella and Jacob
And a heart pounding ending

The Hunger Games is a book for the ages, you do not want to miss out on.

Also, don't miss out the sequels:

Watch out for Mockingjay coming August 24th 2010


Friday, August 13, 2010


Morgan and Destiny's Eleventeenth Date - The Zeppelin Zoo

The man we know as Joseph Gordon-Levitt has shown us again how brilliant he is. His new short film, of which the title is stated above, is pure genial AND you can find it on the link below
Other than that here is the script for you to follow along and marvel at the marvelous vocabulary.
Twas a shiny bright earth-spin, and the up-over was a sheeny cobaltic blue-fest. High up-top the big smoke, the Zeppelin Zoo whisked through the geo-gas. It was a balloonic ark, a sky safari, and extra-factedly, on this specicated earth-spin, it was the date-place for our man Morgan M. Morgansen and his love-buddy Destiny.
The passion-pair love-strolled through the animalium partangle. Their see-globes met flit-tweets bar-locked, fin-beasts tanked, and primates prisonized. Destiny supurlated the snufflelox, lollified the long necks, and rapturized the black masked rare-bears as they bamboozled. Bag-hidden in Destiny's paw-pouch Madame Balloffur, Destiny's pamperfied purr-pet, see-peeped over bag, then resnuggled bag-wards, dissempressed.
The love-buddies proximated themselves to rare-bears treat buggy, and there costumated as a monochromic rare-bear, stood the food penguin, lemon-faced as ever. The dual par-took in a pair of pink fluff-pops. Destiny masticated her sugar stick sex-a-fragassly, leaving Morgan habber-dashed. So hornified was he, that he was blinker-fied to the slinkish arrivement of Lionel, Destiny's pre-now love-buddy and a cognified, smarmarific lothoriator. Morgan spit- swallowed at the sight of this regalite, this masculate heart-stealer. Oh, he was a braze-full and bashless callafraganass one.
Morgan was shock-shook out of his glaze by a "EEh!" from a flabbergastic Destiny. Madame Balloffur had disapparated, flee-ed the refugous innards of Destiny's paw-pouch and gone cat- about. "Oh, tragedous wrong-hap! What uber-humalium, what alpha-knight will re-viscinitate my flituous fluff-friend?"
The be-stached suitors locked squintish see-globes, dual bound. The competing callafrags seeked up and downish for the cute-ish cat-critter. Lionel dashed and dove, while Morgan creeped and purr-called, but the perjuous purr-pet was no place to be see-globed.
Luck-lacking, Morgan slomped, down-beat, onto a long three-person holder, aside the food-penguin, who so hap to be on his work-gap. The gent was chomping a speary eat-stick, a mouse cob-Kabob, of impaled field-furries, their pink eyes scare-stuck, their ringlet tail strings rigormortized.
Morgan hammocked his top-bulb in his person-paws, and let a long stream of air out of his face-hole. "I see your perjuous purr-pet has embuddied the purr-beast", benefacted the food-penguin, a tail string twingling betwixt his citrus lips.
Sure as Earth spins, there in the big-maned purr-beast's bar box was Madame Balloffur. Cute-ish, snuggled under the purr-beast's enormo-paw and jubified to the max. As Morgan fastly viscinitated himself to the bar-box for his fluff-freeing feat, Lionel apparated, duel-ready. Bashless, the mal-suitor up-rolled his arm-coverers, and brawl-begged. "Doom paralyzed by poorly purr-pet!"
A dinger dinged and the leisure spot hence came a duel-ish pain pit. The flab-gabbits fap-slapped, dug-dove, and flee-jigged, slam-bammed, limb-cranked, and flank- yanked, pride-locked in their dueling dance. Out-muscled, Morgan was fastly grounded. The opportunous Lionel back-stepped, primed for a grand slam. Same time, the geisha-ly pro-Morgan food panda, fast-flung his yuech stick into Lionel's pain-path. Mid-murderous lurch, Lionel silly-slipped on the foodie-trap sending the mouse morsels sky-gliding into the purr-beasts bar-box. Lionel yeeked, girlish as he up-footed, and then down-slammed. Goggle birds tweeted circle-ish around Lionel's head-front.
Morgan up-righted himself, pummelfied. He fast-glanced spied that the big-maned jungle giant was now divertedly nomming the catapultous yeuch-treat. The purr-pet was guardless. Morgan chest-puffed and paral-paired himself. Destiny lash-flapped, butterflated, as her true alpha-knight shimmied the bar-box. Our day-saver slinked into the danger-den and pad soft, toe-stepped pet-wards. He paw-scooped Madame Balloffur into his top limbs and fastly exit-aimed.
Still ground-bound, that dastardly dipstick, Lionel, cat-called, diverting the jungle beast from his eat-baiting, vectorizing his feline see-globes to our man Morgan. Morgan fast-footed safe-wards, super normal speed-ish, the a-growled purr-monster yappish of his leg-ends. Destiny masked her see-globes with her person paw, too tum-tangled to spectize.
In an all feat of wildness, Morgan spring-pulted, sommer-saultish and down-dropped to the safe and sound with Madame Balloffur tight-locked under limb. Destiny quickish snoogled her freed fluff-friend then angled bambi-eyed Morgan-wards. Her head-front was awash with apprecious butterflation and full heart love-lust.
Lionel imminuated and un-gruntle, his alpha state debunked, slinked into the no-place, self saying some jibber-jack about an after-now vengeant.
Madame Balloffur frisbee-ed and info square to the blub-trolliing jungle giant. The enormal kitten lip-lifted, jubilated to have aquainted this new purr-pal.
Destiny snuggle-broke sudden-ish and touched her bottome lip with her top chompers. "Morgan M. Morgansen you are my sole love-buddy, my butterflative mam-pam, my testoseronic alpha-knight." Morgan pinkerfied at this linguistic love-pouring, then full-face lip-locked his love-buddy.
Morgan shot a solo see-globe at the panda-dressed pro-pair person. The food-bringer lip-lifted, decapitated his rare-bear head cover and disapparated, leaving the love-joined duo to consumise their re-coupling and as the great balloonic ark wished up over the skies of suburban Scalaseg, little did they comprehend this enormo-blimp not only contained a plethora of rare-pets, but also a duet of the most felicitous persons in the full-globe infini-space; Morgan M. Morgansen and his Destiny.

Thursday, August 12, 2010


This is a good friend. Let's call her Lucy. Lucy is your regular girl. She goes to school, hangs out with friends and likes to dance. She also has a problem. This problem is a guy. Let's call him Jimmy. The problem with Jimmy is that he's obsessed with her. One day Jimmy gave Lucy a letter. On the outside of the letter, it told her to open on a date in the next year. She didn't wait.
Don't buy it? Read the very real and very, very interesting letter.

Day 301/2

Dear Lucy,
If you have opened this, either one of us moved away. Please read this letter, and please know that the words in this letter is truth.
Look at the date. We met each other precisely this day in math class, 2 years ago. The /2 stands for the 301/2 days of the year, and how we shared this time as friends. You are probably going to another school now, so congratulations are in order. CONGRATULATIONS! :)
Do you think that I got over you? Well, I haven't, I love you Lucy. And the only reason I pretended to get over you was because I knew I would lag you in your studies, social life, etc. Now, though, you are in Grade 11. A mature enough age for me to release my love to you.
It started that math class. Karen Mcgee, she introduced us. What got me, the attraction, was not your physical appearance (well, that <3), but your voice. It was soft and sultry, like a gentle, and humble snowflake, and my ears were the desolate patches of grass that longed for the snow. And as I lay entranced in my vision of an angel, for the first time I couldn't say anything clever. When I looked in your eyes, I saw innocence, power, love, wisdom, courage, and comfort. From that day on, it was my mission to preserve that soul which i had seen, from danger. This resulted in embarrassment to you, I know, but at least I knew you were safe.
What made me want you more, was when I saw you with Marcus. The way he caressed you, and you with him, made me spark with anger. I knew he would hurt you... but I could not do anything. If you were happy, then I had to be as well. I am sorry for this... obsession, but it's my duty.
When I saw you and him not together, it felt like heaven and hell. Heaven, for I knew I had a chance with you. Hell, for I knew you were hurt.
Thus, I decided to tell you a fraction of my feelings to you. I gave you something that wouldn't break or rot. A ring, and on that ring, the word "angel", since you are, and forever will be my angel.
You mean the world to me. You, Drew and Evan are my three best friends. I love you more than a friend though. Although we part, and of course, you will forget me, I won't forget you. Or perhaps you won't. We may just become a memory in each others minds. I promise you though, i will keep you in my heart. Every time I look at the night sky, I imagine you are sitting there, right next to me, looking at constellations, like we did that night. We share the same sky, and thus, we are never truly apart. My dear, sweet, beloved, darling, I must put the pen down before I begin to cry, for nothing is worse than a stained letter. One thing, though, before I go. Remember how I felt like I had no heart? Well I found it... in you.
Goodbye dear Lucy. I hope the man you find will love you more than I do, or at least as much as me. Thank you for being there as a friend and as a confidant. My love, I want to kiss you, but I can't. I want to hold you, but I can't. So I'll try to move along and keep you as a memory, but we all know how that will work out :)
Goodbye my sweet, darling, Lucy. The girl you are today will make the woman you are tomorrow even better, so don't change a thing. From dusk till dawn, from birth till death, I will think of you in my future lifetimes. I love you and I miss you. Bye Lucy, the woman with power over my heart.
From, Jimmy

Impressive. Solid proof that there are still hopeful romantics out there that make us want to puke. Although this one is more like a lost boy.


Tuesday, August 3, 2010


Having reached the halfway point of summer, we reflect on what we have already done.
A three week trip to Barcelona, Spain was has been the highlight of my summer so far.
Trips to cathedrals, beaches, distant towns, and armwrestling grandmas were all part of my Spanish (or I should say Catalunian) experience.
This was not just some random trip however, but actually an exchange. I stayed at a girl's home with her and her wonderful family, and then she came back home with me for three weeks as well. It was all thanks to the ingenious ROSE program, by the Rotary Club that I was able to do this all.
G R A C I A S !
Meet our incredibly interesting and captivatingly colourful
chica bonita!

Ever since we got back, we have been showing her all around our beautiful glass city.
We've even gone beyond our the boundaries of our city, and even the country. She can definately say she had well-rounded trip.
Let's get to know her better, shall we?
aSE: So, have you been having a good time here?
CB: Yes, but what can I say?
aSE: What was your favourite trip/adventure?
CB: Well I haven't been to the amsuement park yet... so for the moment... I think we had a good time in Whistler and Squamish. I liked it when we were at home, taking pictures, talking and joking.
aSE: How would you describe your personal style?
CB: Well my friend described my style as hippie chic. But I kind of hate the word chic. I like loose shirts, tights pants, scarves. And lots of necklaces. And my Nikes.
aSE: Would you say that your style was similar to a typical Barcelonian teen?
CB: In a way. It kind of follows the trend. It's how people dress there.
aSE: What type of music do you like listening to?
CB: The Black Eyed Peas, normal pop, and Spanish Guitar.
aSE: What is your favourite store?
CB: It's not here, but i like Stradivarius.
aSE: Shoes or Bags?
CB: Shoes.
aSE: What is your favourite colour?
CB: Bright Green, like my room. But i like grey for clothing.
aSE: What concerns you?
CB: I'll probably answer this question better after Bolivia, but for now... How people our age don't follow the way they really are, and just look at magazines and the regular trends instead of being themselves.
aSE: What do you love?
CB: Umm. Necklaces.
aSE: What do you hate?
CB: I hate fake people.
Thank you Chica Bonita. Enlightening.
- astrangerelegance