Friday, May 31, 2013

Hey girl, where ya been?

Loves,

I'm currently on a bit of a hiatus while I take part in Canada's National Voice Intensive. Ten days in, I can tell you that the program is aptly named and I have been fully immersed in the world of voice training, Shakespeare, and well..."actor stuff". My plan was to exercise any obligation I felt to blog, while I participate in the program, by only posting when I felt like something was important and essential to share with you. And here we are:


I'm in awe. Professor X is simply the best.

I'll be back to my regular frequency in mid-June! In the meantime, thank you for being patient. And if you're really missing the goods, revisit some of these popular posts:


Your girl,
N.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

The Right Rights

One of my favourite guest judges on So You Think You Can Dance, Jesse Tyler Ferguson (who you probably know from Modern Family) just posted this retweet from a "fan" and I have some questions about it:


What is it that makes people like @HolmbyHillsWino think that performers shouldn't also be politically vocal? I remember a few years back when the Dixie Chicks ran into some trouble for comments made about George Bush Jr. and frontwoman Natalie Maines was famously told to "shut up and sing". Why is that fair?

I love celebrity culture. I do. I won't deny it, but I think there are some huge problems with the way that we find out information about them. 

As cute as they are, I feel upset seeing pictures of celebrities kids when the parent isn't even in the frame. Shots of people's backyards. Someone trying to go about their daily life. Let the flashbulbs burn at movie premieres, awards shows, and promotional events, but why are we allowing these people we seem to care about be stalked. Imagine walking out your front door and having a camera in your face. 

Now it seems like not only do people want to see celebrities stripped of their privacy, they also want them stripped of their rights to free speech.

If I'm allowed to tweet about the recent British Columbia election, why shouldn't celebrities be allowed the same about their own social and political issues? I just don't get it.

This is yet another reason that when people ask me if I have Hollywood ambitions, I'm very reluctant to even give breath to the idea. If fame means people constantly telling me is and is not within my rights, leave me out of it.

Your girl,
N.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

HEAR THIS: Shelter (BeazyTymes remix by The xx)

I love The xx, I love a good remix, I love this.




Big thank you to Christina Dao for this one! 

Your girl,
N.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

WATCH & HEAR THIS: An Astronaut covers Space Oddity in Space

This makes all other music videos irrelevant. Was it filmed in space? No. Then this one is still cooler. 

Chris Hadfield, a Canadian astronaut on his way home from the International Space Station, released this video today, which marks the change of command of the ISS. I can't think of a more appropriate song to sing from space. You should also check out his YouTube channel and the Canadian Space Agency one for lots of really interesting videos he's taken from space. Everything from space food, to exercising to haircuts. But for now, enjoy this take on a Bowie classic!


Wonderful, right?

Your girl,
N.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Gas Station Stars

Of course the one time I actually feel like something from Jay Leno is funny enough to be posted, it has nothing to do with Jay Leno. This couple is amazing. They deserve more than a free tank of gas, seriously. Get your giggle-pants on!


Your girl,
N.

Six Years

When I was eighteen I was sexually assaulted. By someone I knew. In my own home.

When I've shared my story, the first question people ask is usually, "What did you do about it?"

The answer is sad, simple, and worse of all, pretty similar to what most people who've been in my position have done: Nothing.

He wasn't a very highly respected person, but he came from a respected family. He wasn't the brightest student my school had to offer, but he was among the most high-profile pupils. He wasn't in the mafia, but he did a lot of shady things.

Intimidation won and I was too scared to do anything.

One day, I heard a girl he knew call me a slut under her breath as I walked by her in the cafeteria. Was he telling people?

I decided to try to tell people. But all that confessing did was make me more confused. Some people doubted me. They'd questioned that if we'd had sex before, then it couldn't really have been that bad. "If he raped you, then why did you spend the rest of the day with him?" I don't know, but now I was doubting it too.

So, I shut up. Waited. He dropped out of school. I graduated. It was over. Right?

Until he showed up at my work one day. I asked a co-worker to cover for me and thought I'd avoided him until, when I had my back turned stocking a shelf, he came up behind me.

He said, "I don't know what you think I did, but I'm here if you want to talk."

"No thanks," I said and ran off to the back.

Maybe, I thought, if he dosen't even know what happened and I'm doubting it, it'll just go away.

Not true. The events of that May afternoon haunted me for years. After a few breakdowns, several nightmares and a general fear of being emotionally vulnerable, I came out on the other side.

A big part of that was my time at Mount Royal in the theatre department. Sometimes I joke that my two years there were part theatre school and part therapy. But, sadly I think it's more 30/70. I would never have had the courage to face this darkness without the safety, security and love I found at Mount Royal from my peers and professors alike.

I'll never forget it, but I'll never let it silence me again.

***

The last time I ever saw him, he was almost unrecognizable. Wearing overalls, hands covered in dirt, and hunched over some food court cuisine, it wasn't until the very last moment that I realized the person making eye contact with me was him. But as soon as I recognized him, I saw something I didn't expect: he looked scared. In the eyes of the law, he may have gotten away with what he did, but we both know that he was the one who couldn't understand "no". He's lucky.

***

So now when someone asks me, "What did you do about it?" I'm going to point them to this post. Because for me, it's not really about justice. At this point, I just want to help other people. I know the statistics about sexual assault and I know that one of you, my lovely readers, will likely have experienced a similar situation. And  if it's you, I love you. For surviving. It's awful and brutal but you're a warrior to preserving. Your story is unique, but you will always have a champion in me.

Love.

Your girl,
Nicole Yukiko Sekiya.

Friday, May 10, 2013

That moment when...

...you spot something you own on a television show. 


No matter how insignificant, it's still cool.

Your girl,
N.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

MAKE THIS: The Nikko Cristo

Did I just name a sandwich after myself? Yes.

It's a super easy and tasty hybrid of a monte cristo and a grilled cheese with "a little something pesto".

YOU'LL NEED
Two slices of substantial bread (I used whole wheat)
An egg
Milk
Cheese
Butter
Pesto (I'm lazy and use the stuff in a can from the grocery store)




STEP ONE
Make and egg dip by whisking an egg and a splash of milk together. I seasoned it a little, but that's totally optional.



STEP TWO - The first slice of bread.
-Over medium heat, melt some butter in a pan
-Dip one side of one of the slices of bread in the egg dip.
-Arrange some cheese on the bread and cover to help it melt.
-Once the cheese starts to get melty, remove from the pan and rest on a plate.

STEP THREE - The other slice of bread.
-Spread pesto on one side of bread and dip the other in the egg dip.
-Place in pan.

STEP FOUR - Integration.
-Carefully flip the cheesy slice onto the pesto slice.

STEP FIVE - Sizzlin' time!
Let that bread get toasty and golden. It's up to you, just don't let it burn!


ENJOY!
The finished product!
Hope you like it! Happy eating!

Your girl,
N.