The Life and Times of S

Why can't every day be more like Christmas?

Why can't every one and every thing just stay the same?

posted by S @ 4:07 PM 0 comments

Why can't every day be more like Christmas?

Why can't every one stay the same?

posted by S @ 4:07 PM 0 comments

We go through life with hopes, dreams, expectations and sometimes regrets. We do things people expect of us to make them happy. And sometimes making other people happy makes us happy. Sometimes it makes us sad. But sometimes it makes us question the way things are.

It makes us question why we do the things we do. And more importantly, who do we do those things for? Ourselves? Or others? We try to be someone we're not to make other people's hopes or dreams come true.

Sometimes it makes us happy. Sometimes it brings us regrets.
But in the end, the only thing we ever regret is denying who we really are.

posted by S @ 9:32 PM 0 comments

An Enchanted Life

So someone, who told me once that I am one of the most mature and together people for my age, oddly enough compared me to Peter Pan today. Peter Pan, popularly known as the boy who refused to grow up. Apparently he scared easy.

Life is one contradiction after another, don't you think?

posted by S @ 10:09 PM 0 comments

Single in the City

As the big clock on the biggest tower of St. James Cathedral chimed away at 7 pm, and I stood on the corner of Church and King in -9 degrees celsius with a Caramel Macchiato, I thought of my life these past two weeks.

I love it here. The independence, the freedom, the solitude. The walking everywhere, hanging out with friends every evening, well, almost every evening, the Starbucks around every corner, the shopping, the restaurants and bars and malls and offices and streets oozing with well dressed, young, career driven men and women so much so that everytime I look up and lock gazes with a handsome or beautiful stranger at a street light, I feel like I'm at an intersection on the Champs Elysees and not Yonge and Shuter; and everything else about it.

But then I get back to my hotel room and back to a big, empty, cold bed.

And thats when I realize that, fun as it may be with all its independence and its single-girl-in-the-city-with-no-one-to-answer-to-rituals, this ain't for me.

I love being rooted to one place, one person. I love the comfort of somone to come home to, of somene to cook for, someone to wait for dinner for, someone to fight, and make-up with, and someone to wake up to and wake up with.

I always felt like I missed out on so much in life. Being single, living alone, dating. I always blamed my Dad and my ultra-conservative upbringing for that. Hell, I never even had a boyfriend. And I was so happy and excited when I found out I was going to get a taste of all that I had missed after all.

Turns out, I didn't miss much.

posted by S @ 9:18 PM 0 comments

Slum Dog Millionaire

If you don't know what I'm talking about, go here.

Saw it last night.
A gut and heart wrenching of a boy born in the slums of Mumbai. A love story that shows you so many facets, so many true facets of the sometimes unfathomable miseries in the life of the impoverished and less fortunate in India, and what it can become in the hands of the greedy and the heartless.

Things like this happen every hour of every day to millions, especially millions of innocent kids, in India. And my heart bleeds for them.

At 1.29 am , as I lie in bed and think about Jamal, the millionaire, I think. I'm happy for him. And as I lie in bed, and think about Jamal, the orphan, I think. This is exactly why, and the only reason why, I left.

posted by S @ 11:34 AM 0 comments

The Walnut Tree

I know the title makes it sound like a fairy tale or a nursery rhyme. But the Walnut Tree, as I just found out through yet another link on the Internet, is my birth tree and is this is what that apparently represents:

Walnut Tree, the Passion
Unrelenting, strange and full of contrasts, often egoistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromises.

Hmmm.

posted by S @ 5:05 PM 0 comments

Life. And second chances.

If we had the chance to do it all over again, tell me, could we?

Or more importantly, would we?

posted by S @ 3:28 PM 0 comments

Speechless

Have you ever had someone look you in the eyes so deep that you forgot what you wanted to say? Have you ever had someone hold you still just with their eyes?

posted by S @ 9:14 PM 0 comments

All my favourite things....

Yonge Street.
Music. And Christmas lights.
Gingerbread Latte.
New shoes.
Cool breeze.
Snow.

But no you.

I miss you.
S.

posted by S @ 9:09 PM 0 comments

4.15 am

Wide awake. Couldn't stop thinking about you. Looked around the nice room. Turned on the nice TV. Stretched in the nice bed.

I miss you.

Luxury is only good when its shared. Nothing is worth having if I don't have you to share it with.

I love you.

S.

posted by S @ 11:34 AM 0 comments