i miss 2000

I miss the 2000s because there were so many fashion trends and moments when it was encouraged to look like a hot-ass mess. The Instagram age is this weird era of control and perfection and “eyebrows on fleek” blah blah like I miss when everyone walked around with last night’s eyeliner still on while wearing 25 stupid accessories at once dressed like you slept in trash or whatever.


Remembering the sorely missed George Harrison. Photos © Brian Roylance; Dave Benett.

“Seems my love is up,
And has left you with no warning
But it’s not always going to be this grey
All things must pass, all things must pass away”
- “All Things Must Pass” by George Harrison

15 years have elapsed since George went on to the brighten the spiritual sky.

No words ever seem to adequately express just how much of a void George has left, how much emptier this world is without him, how deeply he is missed, and how profoundly he continues to impact countless lives. No words fully do justice to the extraordinary, complex, humble, compassionate and genuine person he was. It wasn’t just his music that was a privilege and a gift to this world, it was his person and his presence as well. We’re eternally blessed to have known him.

15 years haven’t diminished the grief and sense of significant loss. Not a day goes by that I don’t listen to George’s music and think of him. Yet, even without his physical presence, George still continues to enrich this world in the incomparable ways only he could: With acts of kindness that still echo on; with the way he lived his life and what we can learn from it; and with every note he ever played and each lyric he wrote.

My heart goes out to Olivia and Dhani, who must miss him so much more than we can begin to imagine.
George - thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for more than words can say. Endless love and gratitude,


“In the end, ‘Life goes on within you and without you.’ I just have a belief that this is only one little bit, the physical world is one little bit of the universe. So in the end it doesn’t really matter.” - George Harrison

The Signs as Early 2000's Disney
  • Aries: American Dragon: Jake Long
  • Taurus: That's So Raven
  • Gemini: Lizzie McGuire
  • Cancer: Brandy and Mr Whiskers
  • Leo: The Proud Family
  • Virgo: Even Stevens
  • Libra: The Emperors New School
  • Scorpio: The Buzz on Maggie
  • Sagittarius: Kim Possible
  • Capricorn: Phil of The Future
  • Aquarius: The Suite Life
  • Pisces: Lilo & Stitch

since mcr’s probably coming back and it’s basically 2006 again, i’m feeling weirdly nostalgic for my naruto days 

My Found Feelings Towards GORILLAZ Returning.

Last week I was looking for stuff to play in youtube while I was doing homework. Eventually I stumbled upon Gorillaz music videos and it made me remember. A few Months ago, before I had returned to my country on vacation, I saw a small video on tumblr of a cartoon character getting out of a race car and revealing her face. Back then all I thought was”Oh! she looks like that band” and that was pretty much it and I put my phone away and moved on.

Back to last week, it was Friday, I was alone in the house. I was just lonely and paranoid. I’m not very good at being alone on a house. I stumbled upon the videos, I clicked one: Clint Eastwood.

Suddenly, it came back. An old memory. 2000. 5 year old me, sitting on the cold tile floor in my living room, flipping channels until stumbling upon channel 36 with the big M logo. I liked it because it had weird cartoons between commercials.

I particularly liked one, the one of the band, singing and then fighting zombie monkeys. I liked the guy with blue hair with no eyes.

Another memory, 2003. My classmate bringing in either a notebook or a binder. The same characters where on it. “Hey! that’s the weird cartoon from the music Channel!” I said. My classmate told me “It’s not a cartoon show, they’re a band. It’s Gorillaz”

I knew their identity.

But they didn’t stick with me enough because I soon forgot their names.

2004-5 (Don’t remember clearly) I was flipping channels until I reached Mtv, Mom only let me watch it if music videos where playing. I remember me watching “Feel Good INC.” Vagely.

2004-5 I would borrow my mom’s portable mp3 player, I unknowingly would listen to “Feel Good INC.” without making the connection. I remember listening to it on the bus on a trip from school.

2010 I was in fist year of High School. I was doing Theater, adjusting to new teachers. I was way in to anime (still am but more moderately) I remember bits and pieces of TV talking about them coming back, I remember my classmate mentioning it briefly. I remember Teen News bits talking about their new music video with Bruce Willis in it. I remember this iconic picture:

But I was just not that interested. My head was totally someplace else. I had other stuff to pay attention to.

Last Week. I played the Gorillaz music video playlist on Youtube and all of these memories exploded in my head. I ended up watching stuff I have never seen before. Other music videos, the little bites, I learned their names again, finally their personalities made sense. I could finally understand their characters and who they where. I found out about the artist and the musician that gave them life.

While I was watching “Melancholy Hill” I started feeling weird. A mixture of Happiness and Sadness. I was happy,because I finally was able to enjoy this completely, in the sense that I could piece together the visuals and the story, I could understand the lyrics and I could appreciate the complexity of the music styles blending together. I finally had the maturity to take it in as a whole.

But, I was sad. Because I missed out on it when it was happening. I missed out on it in 2000, I missed out on it in 2004-5 and I missed out on it in 2010 where I would have been able to understand, if I had just given it more that just a few glimpses.

And then I finally understood. That cartoon Character in the race car. It was not just a character possibly made by the same artist. It was one of the band members. The Youngest one, Noodle.

I dug in to the internet, eager to find more info as to why she had suddenly popped up once more.

and I found out.

They where coming back.

I found the new artwork. I read the articles.

I read all the books.

I cached up on the story.

I made a decision.

This time, I was not going to miss out. Now that I finally can appreciate this wonderful piece of art completely. It’s weird though, how something can be so scarcely present in your memories but still cause enough impact for you to remember it, even if it’s just bits and pieces.

I’m just happy I have a chance to enjoy a new facet of it. It’s not just looking back at something in the past and enjoying it currently, I get to experience it live, in the moment. 

This time, I’m not letting go.

I just watched “Coyote Ugly” on Netflix and live tweeted it. God what a made in the year 2000 movie. What a time to be alive.

Also, Rachel (Bridget Moynahan) is totally the GOAT of the movie. Also, Karen from Mean Girls grew up to be Cammie. Like ignore the fact that Mean Girls came out in 2004 because that’s what happened.

Also, why is Tyra in all the promo shots and the movie cover WHEN SHE IS IN THREE SCENES?! Also, I miss year 2000 pre ANTM Tyra.

Also, Right Kind of Wrong is a good song.

Also, I hate LeAnn Rimes but I do like her on this soundtrack.

Also I can’t believe this shit was 15 years ago.


Nazia Hassan (April 3, 1965 – August 13, 2000)

I missed by a couple of weeks, but this April 3rd Nazia Hassan would have turned 50. For those of you who don’t know her, she was an incredibly popular Pakistani pop singer. Her career started when at the age of 15 (!) she sang Aap Jaisa Koi for a Bollywood film. She instantly rose to stardom in the subcontinent, becoming the youngest ever winner at the Indian Filmfare Awards (and the first Pakistani, something which in the 60 total years of the awards’ history has been managed by only three other Pakistanis).

When she released her Disco Deewane album the next year, it broke records, with more than 100,000 sold just in Mumbai in the first DAY. It charted in several other countries, including becoming the first South Asian pop album to top the charts in Brazil. She contributed massively to changing the entire music industry in the subcontinent, showing that pop could compete with the film soundtracks that had previously dominated.

She also obtained a law degree and after hosting a music show that helped discover and boost the popularity of many of Pakistan’s future pop stars, retired from the music business and worked for the UN. She supported lots of philanthropic and social causes and started an anti-drug group.

In 2000, she passed away from lung cancer at the age of 35 but remains an enduring beloved desi icon.

it’s 11:11 and I’m wishing you’d come back to me. I know things got hard and we weren’t really use to that. I mean you can’t deny we had a pretty perfect run. I guess it was too hard for you and I wasn’t great enough to hold on to. I love you and I think about you. I haven’t cried since I wanted to kill myself so I guess I made progress. I’m crying now though but I want to be alive. I watch our videos and see that dopey smile on your face that lit my whole fucking world and I don’t understand how I managed to make it fade. I still love you and care for you. I normally think I don’t but it’s time like this where I realize I do. at least I hope it’s an illusion. I miss everything. I miss you always calling me annoying after I scared the shit out of you. I miss crying to each other on Sunday afternoons because we both didn’t want to part. I miss making out after football games. I miss holding your hand. I miss making fun of your stubby toes and chubby ass fingers that I grew to love. I miss you coming over and bonding with my family and I. I miss talking about how happy I was with you to my mother. I miss listening to 2000 RnB on pandora and singing our hearts out and you chest bumping with one hand on the wheel. I miss your happiness. you were so happy man. I made you so happy. we would talk while holding hands. talk while kissing. talk with you in my lap with my hands in the opening of your shorts without it even being sexual. we just constantly needed that closeness. we were so damn addicted to each other. I was so addicted to you and with the way you looked at me I knew it was just the same. you were so damn beautiful. I could literally pinpoint every mother fucking detail about you well actually I can. like your hair and how it only parted a certain way and if even a strand was misplaced you looked different. how your eyelashes always had to be perfectly parted or you’d go nuts and do your mascara all over again. how your hairs on your eyebrow would mess up so I’d have to grab them and a line them. how your top lip was ¼ the size of your bottom. how your cheekbones were always high especially when I was making you smile so wide and laugh so hard. how your nose had that whole Cindy Lou Whoo look to it and I fucking adored it. how your almond shaped eyes were so blue when you cried and I only noticed when you actually let me see. fuck man you were so damn beautiful and I’ll never get the image of you singing or laughing or smiling at me out of my god damn head. everytime you laughed you had this habit of shutting your eyes and putting your hand to your mouth but all I wanted to do was kiss you. I remember the first time I kissed you like it happened an hour ago. I remember exactly how I felt and how I didn’t want to stop because kissing you wasn’t like kissing any other girl. you weren’t just any other girl. I fell for you so fast but the best part was it was mutual our love was so mutual and so pure. I hate that it’s over, I do. it kills me I swear it does i’m just not allowing it to. but it’s times like this where I’m replaying all these moments and how we first met and how there wasn’t a single negative vibe I felt when I got into your car and you thought you looked like shit because you just got back from a water park. if I could redo this over and over and still go through the month of pain over and over, I would. my mom warned me she said it would hurt and it does but damn your love was worth it and I told you that in the beginning. that I thought love was scary but I knew having my heart broken by you was worth it. at least I hope it is.
—  j.n.