whoops, it’s been a while

I’ve been back a week now,
and I do apologize for the lack of posts.
Since I’ve landed,
I’ve embraced Toronto in the tightest of  hugs.
Have barely been home since.
Pride and Canada Day celebrations have made it nearly impossible.
But I am certainly not complaining!
It’s been one incredibly sun drunk few weeks,
and I am so very blessed.

Here is to more adventure in the near future.
Till then promise to be back with more
random ditherings,
wants/needs,
mega music playlists
and general what have yous.

xo

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the singing door.

As the hot wind blows,
the door creaks.
Much too loud,
I fear it will wake
the girls from their sleep.

Sometimes,
as its eerie sound
cracks open my night.
I lay in bed with my eyes open,
searching.
Wishing,
hoping,
hazily dreaming that you will
walk through the door
and the last ten years have been nothing
but a rip in time.
A lost and lonely dimension.

The cat does not stir anymore.
As she hums in her sleep
at the foot of my bed.
She no longer hears the door sigh,
or my breath shallow, deep and raw
that follows soon after.

azure oonsi.

Humidity breaths heavy against the wall to wall windows.
I still marvel at all the light.
Dawn cracks the sky open
so blue, it’s embarrassing.

I’m dressed in cotton cloth steeped with tradition.
The scent of homemade incense licks about at my collar and feet.
Mother finds this most pleasurable,
and for this reason alone I wear it.

Her smile screams triumph,
Like I’ve finally succumbed to her cultural demands of me.
I just like to see her sharp ivory teeth,
peek through her strong bowed lips.

As of late…

Submarine.
Richard Ayoade has done a stupendous job with this movie. Can’t say much aside from it was really good, and if you are looking for a non cheesy coming of age drama void of cheerleaders, footballers and prom queens with more heart, depth and ridiculously witty writing then this is the flick for you. Soundtrack happens to be provided by Alex Turner of Arctic Monkey genius. Six tracks so delicious I am listening to it right now.

Too much pizza.
If you could see the contents of our recyclables the gluten/carb/mccain content is enough to make you hurl. And yet we buy more and more. Ick. Sigh. Boom.



Denim shirt as skirt.
Headed to Hanlan’s point to celebrate kid sister’s birthday on the island.
No clean clothes = improvise! Much to her disapproval of course.  (grey tee, H&M/Denim shirt, Zara)
Lobbed off my face as I looked slightly mentalist/troll like.

Body covered in After-Bite.
The itch eraser?
I smell like clorox due to the mosquito aftermath. Rain Man Chic.

Thought: This quote has been floating about my head for a while now.

‘So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.’                         excerpt from ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’

 

Headed Home.
It’s been five years and I know nothing of what to expect.
Mainly nervous, want to make a good impression.
For I am oldest daughter and a lot rides on my presentation.
Shame. Mostly in want of hugs, tamarind stains and clove kisses.

with sober eyes

With these eyes,
I am beautiful.

With these eyes,
I can ruin you,
sway you,
play you,
wish you were anyone but you.

With these eyes,
I love you,
and you love me too,
current affection,
stronger than past affectation.

With these eyes
respect you,
and you worship me too.
Call me beautiful;
I think I may be what you preach.

Call me smart,
I laugh,
and pray
I expect the praise.

Sober,
with these eyes.
I pray for a loss.
Then erase the moment.

The very realization,
that I am stronger than the
division of my parts.