Wonderwall.

I sang to an audience of two.

But it didn't matter.

I was coming full circle.

A few years ago, it was the first time I sang karaoke. I sang it with one of my best friend's friend in Austin at a birthday.

This friend of a friend just gave me the mic, and this was a song I hardly knew, Oasis' Wonderwall.

I sang it as best as I could. I sang timidly. And I did it while sitting down, allowing this friend of a friend to supercede me.

That's how far I've come.

I went on a stage (that's the beauty of Spotlight Karaoke).

I sat on a stool for this emotive performance.

And I belted my heart out for a true rendition of Wonderwall.

:) There was less of an audience, but I really felt like I did the song justice. It was an amazing feeling.

"Fainthearted to Fearless."

I'd like my life story to read that way. I'm on the trek to become fearless.

A photographer I follow on Facebook talked about his new photoshoot - called project Infinity. It was written very eloquently. Women carry this boundless energy, and he is showcasing their unbridled nature, their sensuality, their fearlessness, pushing the limits of their mind and thus their physical form and capturing it in his photos.

In the same sense, I do not aim to capture my Infinity in photos, but in the motion that is life.

"I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well." - Diane Ackerman

Gypsy Dance Theatre Party.

I loved the magnetic energy in the air at Kat's DVD release party for her Gypsy dance troupe.

All the girls had something to be admired, some more than others. The confidence was tangible.

The smiles, toned bodies, the talent, the finger cymbals, balancing a candelabra on a tray while belly dancing, dancing with a snake... rather seductively, sword dancing, veil and fan dancing was all so impressive.

There was also a fake cat fight, which was pretty entertaining. I loved supporting my girl Kat. She's got so much swagger.

There was this one girl in particular too, that I just couldn't take my eyes off of. If I were a guy, well I'd be glued to her. She just OOZED sexiness and confidence. She was exquisitely feminine and in total control.

This was certainly different, and I had the best time.

La Roux.

What a magical night.

The pyrotechnic lights. Blue. White. Sometimes Purple and pink. Dazzling. Her tunes are so danc-y, it makes me wanna rock out all night. The night was groovy, and it was a wonderful birthday present from Vivian.

It even ended climatically as tears of JOY fell down my face when Bulletproof ended the night. I was so happy to feel like I was Bulletproof. I screamed and completely embodied the words that she wrote.

I was with a kickass group of four of my friends. Even in the moment I knew - this is one of life's greatest moments.

I danced with a couple of gay friends that were strangers an hour before. :P

I was just laughing, singing my heart out, surrounded by passionate La Roux fans, and sipping on a really good Hurricane next to a few of the people I love.

La Roux is awesome. She's strong and she's powerful. She has a tomboyishness about her that I see in myself. She's pencil-thin but who cares? She is simply obese with swagger. :)

Check out my favorite songs by La Roux - Colourless Color and Tigerlily.

The Paradox of Trust.

Trust is something that takes time and repeated observations to garner.

It takes instinct.

Sometimes there is no track record to measure if you should trust someone. In this case, I for the most part am pretty trusting in that regard.

However, there are facets of trust. I trust my parents with a lot of things, omitting my personal romantic life.

The lists go on and on, and most of these lists are lists I'm not even conscious of.

Only when the time comes, and I ask myself, do I trust them, will I really know.

Sex and the City 2.

I didn't care that I had work the next day where I had to wake up at 5:45am. [I arrived home at 3am.]

The movie had all of the elements of a true Sex and the City production.

The critics have railed SATC2, and I'll allow them to continue, but I have to discredit them on account of what I felt in my heart and the happiness in me when I watched this movie.

There is no logic in it - I was so happy to be in the theater, to have my free Cosmo and these delicious egg rolls to snack on. There were beautiful men who graced us with a lively pre-show party and the movie itself was divine.

I felt like it was me in Abu Dhabi and it was me getting over these obstacles with the ladies.

The glamour. The fashion. The chemistry between friends. The chemistry between lovers. The feel-good independence that each lady embodies.

I love it.

La Roux says it best: "Been there done that messed around, I'm having fun don't put me down."

iPhone.

I had a knock at my bedroom door. My roommate told me to go downstairs and said someone found my phone and I should thank her.

I ran downstairs and found a very genuine girl about my age, handing me my iPhone.

I thanked her profusely, in a stupor as I was awakened from a deep slumber, and I couldn't even process the implications of someone actually stealing my phone for profit.

I am thankful, I am humbled, and I can't believe that I dropped my phone outside of my car! :)