Photo shoot for Canadian (Toronto born) Rapper Infinite.
© Laura Allison Polischuik Photography
Something Good This Way Comes
12 hours ago
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Infinite
Photo shoot for Canadian (Toronto born) Rapper Infinite.
© Laura Allison Polischuik Photography
MJ Cyr - Promo shots for her new album 'Ladders'
© Laura Allison Polischuik Photography
http://www.myspace.com/mjcyr
Friday, July 9, 2010
It's been a long time...
It had been a long time since I felt that I had anything to say. Feeling dry and empty is part of being lost I suppose. Worry hasn’t been able to leave my mind alone lately. They don’t teach you how hard reality is when you are in high school. They don’t teach you the evils of the world, and by evils I mean bills.
If you have followed my blog it is quite obvious that I am a lost soul. Ever searching for the next idea, the new thing that I am going to try to better my situation all with the same result. The result being failure and it is 100% my fault. My fear of failure has kept me from trying in every aspect of my life and I have only myself to blame.
I am not naïve enough to think that all the hardships of the world are omens sent to destroy what faith I have left in myself. Give me a break. Every person I know that is successful is that way because of the hard work they put into their dreams. It wasn’t until recently that I had clear goals. Things that I know will make me happy, things that I can achieve and feel proud to do so. I am sick of being coddled and made to feel special when I don’t put the time in effort into what I want.
I know that I give up too easily. I am talented in many things, but I let them fall by the waste side while I try and work on the next thing. I love comedy and I love to be on stage and do standup but I don’t ever try and write jokes anymore nor to I try and find a room to practice. I love photography and I get an adrenaline rush whenever I shoot, but I don’t even pick up my camera. Why? Why? Why? Why?
I started a manuscript in the spring of 2009 and I have yet to finish it.
There are 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in and hour and I have not utilized them like I should. I sat down with a pen and paper on January 1st this year and listed a bunch of things that I wanted to achieve in 2010. Guess what? It’s July and the only goal I have kept is to start exercising and loosing weight.
I do believe that I need to start making some drastic changes and start doing what I need to, to become the person that I want to be.
I promise myself, and whoever you are reading this, that I will not give up on the things that make me me, and I will accomplish everything I wrote down on January 1st.
Tonight I grow, tonight I stand up against my fears and tonight I say goodbye to the fear that hold to tightly to my soul.
If you have followed my blog it is quite obvious that I am a lost soul. Ever searching for the next idea, the new thing that I am going to try to better my situation all with the same result. The result being failure and it is 100% my fault. My fear of failure has kept me from trying in every aspect of my life and I have only myself to blame.
I am not naïve enough to think that all the hardships of the world are omens sent to destroy what faith I have left in myself. Give me a break. Every person I know that is successful is that way because of the hard work they put into their dreams. It wasn’t until recently that I had clear goals. Things that I know will make me happy, things that I can achieve and feel proud to do so. I am sick of being coddled and made to feel special when I don’t put the time in effort into what I want.
I know that I give up too easily. I am talented in many things, but I let them fall by the waste side while I try and work on the next thing. I love comedy and I love to be on stage and do standup but I don’t ever try and write jokes anymore nor to I try and find a room to practice. I love photography and I get an adrenaline rush whenever I shoot, but I don’t even pick up my camera. Why? Why? Why? Why?
I started a manuscript in the spring of 2009 and I have yet to finish it.
There are 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in and hour and I have not utilized them like I should. I sat down with a pen and paper on January 1st this year and listed a bunch of things that I wanted to achieve in 2010. Guess what? It’s July and the only goal I have kept is to start exercising and loosing weight.
I do believe that I need to start making some drastic changes and start doing what I need to, to become the person that I want to be.
I promise myself, and whoever you are reading this, that I will not give up on the things that make me me, and I will accomplish everything I wrote down on January 1st.
Tonight I grow, tonight I stand up against my fears and tonight I say goodbye to the fear that hold to tightly to my soul.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Change the Thought
Before I get myself into any great detail, let me explain that I do not in anyway consider myself connoisseur what-so-ever of what is fashionable, cool, or popular. I have never cared about being the popular one or having the latest gadgets. Up until recently I thought a Wii was something you said when you were having fun.
That being said, there are somethings that have been on my mind for the past couple of months that I feel the need to share, and I truly believe that I am not alone with these opinions. Many women, my age and older, that can agree that young women have lost the 'young lady' title and replaced it with a simple, what the f*ck? To say that they are inappropriate would be the understatement of the year.
My best friend's little sister turned fourteen this past summer, reading her facebook status' terrify me. Truthfully, I cannot remember being her age and my life being so boy crazy and full of drama. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but never to the lengths that hers has become. When I was thirteen the coolest form of communication between you and the boy you crushed was on the phone or MSN messenger. I am starting to think that facebook not only allows you to connect to new and old friends but it also robs you from being a kid.
Notes passed back and forth in class have now become wall posts and dating a boy on the playground used to be hand holding at lunch, now it is “...in a relationship.” Innocence does not last very long anymore, and children have become too exposed. Nowadays, kids want so badly to be adults that they wear make-up too soon, they have cell phones before they ever hit grade seven, and they think about sex far before they should be.
I could sit here and say the blame lies strictly on television, but who am I to make judgment on the Paris Hilton's of the world. Her alluring life could be just that to young girls; fascinating. Any young woman with a head on her shoulders can see past the money, sultry clothing and tasteless attitude, but we all know that isn't the case. Most girls are like putty, waiting to be molded by the first cool thing they see.
Could it be that we need more role models that aren't singing about falling in love at fifteen or that we need more powerful women in the media that talk about bigger things then sex, make up and clothing. There is more to being a teenager then just being cool. Though it is a small portion of your life span, being a teenager shapes most of who you will become.
Not that it should be taken too seriously, the best thing about being a teen is that you can be just that, a teen. You can have a part-time job, hang out with your friends and make it home in time to do homework or watch TV. The lack of true responsibility is what makes being a teen so much fun. Discovering things you love and things you are good at, and making decisions on your future. It sounds heavy, but it's easier then trying to figure out your shit at twenty something.
Thinking back to my teenage years there is one thing that really and truly freaked me out, and I am happy that it did, was sex. It was a very big deal to me when I was younger, mostly I believe it was because emotionally I wasn't ready for the big change for my body. That and my body issues as a self-conscious sixteen year old could have gotten in the way. The thought of being that vulnerable with someone else terrified me and it just wasn't going to happen for me.
There are many things I love about being an adult, such as R rated movies, drinking, and of course, the small amount of freedom that comes with being legally allowed to make your own decisions. What I miss the most about being a kid though? Everything! I miss watching my dogs grow up, I miss finishing school and having nothing to do but homework, I miss summer days that felt like they last forever.
Yesterday my Mom emailed me a photo of a puppy that looked exactly like my dog Murphy did when he was a puppy. Looking at the white haired beauty I started thinking about the first night I was allowed to puppy sit as a kid. Murphy was barely four months old, I was twelve. His fuzzy little body would bound around excitedly as we played. Being so small he wasn't supposed to go up the stairs from the basement alone, much like a toddler. Being the hyper puppy that he was, I remember him running to the stairs and start his ascent. Trying to catch up I was too late and he fell down the steps, only 3 to be exact, and he landed at the bottom with a small whimper.
The over dramatic fall was not life alternating but being a baby, he got some millage from the attention. From this little puppy to only a memory, it scares me how fast ten years can go by. If felt like just yesterday we were bringing home a tiny puppy, and I was about to enter the eighth grade, now I am an able bodied working adult and my beloved puppy is gone. Where does the time go?
My only hope is that kids will remember to be kids, and that my friend's little sister can look back ten years from now and not have any regrets. We have our entire lives to be adults, lets all find a way to let children have a childhood.
That being said, there are somethings that have been on my mind for the past couple of months that I feel the need to share, and I truly believe that I am not alone with these opinions. Many women, my age and older, that can agree that young women have lost the 'young lady' title and replaced it with a simple, what the f*ck? To say that they are inappropriate would be the understatement of the year.
My best friend's little sister turned fourteen this past summer, reading her facebook status' terrify me. Truthfully, I cannot remember being her age and my life being so boy crazy and full of drama. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but never to the lengths that hers has become. When I was thirteen the coolest form of communication between you and the boy you crushed was on the phone or MSN messenger. I am starting to think that facebook not only allows you to connect to new and old friends but it also robs you from being a kid.
Notes passed back and forth in class have now become wall posts and dating a boy on the playground used to be hand holding at lunch, now it is “...in a relationship.” Innocence does not last very long anymore, and children have become too exposed. Nowadays, kids want so badly to be adults that they wear make-up too soon, they have cell phones before they ever hit grade seven, and they think about sex far before they should be.
I could sit here and say the blame lies strictly on television, but who am I to make judgment on the Paris Hilton's of the world. Her alluring life could be just that to young girls; fascinating. Any young woman with a head on her shoulders can see past the money, sultry clothing and tasteless attitude, but we all know that isn't the case. Most girls are like putty, waiting to be molded by the first cool thing they see.
Could it be that we need more role models that aren't singing about falling in love at fifteen or that we need more powerful women in the media that talk about bigger things then sex, make up and clothing. There is more to being a teenager then just being cool. Though it is a small portion of your life span, being a teenager shapes most of who you will become.
Not that it should be taken too seriously, the best thing about being a teen is that you can be just that, a teen. You can have a part-time job, hang out with your friends and make it home in time to do homework or watch TV. The lack of true responsibility is what makes being a teen so much fun. Discovering things you love and things you are good at, and making decisions on your future. It sounds heavy, but it's easier then trying to figure out your shit at twenty something.
Thinking back to my teenage years there is one thing that really and truly freaked me out, and I am happy that it did, was sex. It was a very big deal to me when I was younger, mostly I believe it was because emotionally I wasn't ready for the big change for my body. That and my body issues as a self-conscious sixteen year old could have gotten in the way. The thought of being that vulnerable with someone else terrified me and it just wasn't going to happen for me.
There are many things I love about being an adult, such as R rated movies, drinking, and of course, the small amount of freedom that comes with being legally allowed to make your own decisions. What I miss the most about being a kid though? Everything! I miss watching my dogs grow up, I miss finishing school and having nothing to do but homework, I miss summer days that felt like they last forever.
Yesterday my Mom emailed me a photo of a puppy that looked exactly like my dog Murphy did when he was a puppy. Looking at the white haired beauty I started thinking about the first night I was allowed to puppy sit as a kid. Murphy was barely four months old, I was twelve. His fuzzy little body would bound around excitedly as we played. Being so small he wasn't supposed to go up the stairs from the basement alone, much like a toddler. Being the hyper puppy that he was, I remember him running to the stairs and start his ascent. Trying to catch up I was too late and he fell down the steps, only 3 to be exact, and he landed at the bottom with a small whimper.
The over dramatic fall was not life alternating but being a baby, he got some millage from the attention. From this little puppy to only a memory, it scares me how fast ten years can go by. If felt like just yesterday we were bringing home a tiny puppy, and I was about to enter the eighth grade, now I am an able bodied working adult and my beloved puppy is gone. Where does the time go?
My only hope is that kids will remember to be kids, and that my friend's little sister can look back ten years from now and not have any regrets. We have our entire lives to be adults, lets all find a way to let children have a childhood.
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