Woke up from sleep feeling hungry and little lost....scoured the refrigerator to find 2 slices of pizza, i felt a great sense of relief and thanked gods for saving me some. Instead of getting to it right away, i put my hunger on hold, and unloaded the dishwasher, got to the pile of dishes in the sink, put the trash out, laid the unrest to rest by scrubbing the sink and the counter top. God knows why....i'm the way i'm. My idiosyncrasies get the best out of me....
I was looking ahead at Penn Center, Philadelphia y'day and suddenly remembered the first time i went to Philly ever.
Anyway, right about now totally dig the down time after a day full of....actually i dont want to talk about it. I only want the silence to wrap me in its blanket and take me to a place i wish to be... aah my fave song on iheartradio can we pretend, cool, i really could use a wish right now, i wonder how many are we all allowed before we use up all of them.
Now that i ate pizza, i'm feeling guilty for my waist line, i shouldnt have eaten, bugger. I should learn to be in control of all my pangs.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Rent my life
Girls like me, with dads like mine are bound to expect so much from thier lives, somehow somewhere we need to realize that not all men are alike. We got to pick our battles and settle.
I was reading something that reminded me of my dad's one of gazillion sweet gestures for me...
After i left for AUS on the day of his b'day, feb 3rd, (this is a blog in itself) during our routine weekend calls I'd frequently bring up conversations about our peaceful life in rjy, our apartment there, my school, my friends, my two ponytails, my tuitions, my fed up teachers who'd rattle on me to my mom.
Anyhow, on this particular trip back home to rjy, we were walking past that same apartment, when we ran into the owners of the same apts, who are our family friends too. That uncle said something i couldnt make head or tail of and asked dad later what he meant of it.
With one arm wrapped around my shoulder, he casually informs me that he had rented that same apartment for 2 years, just paid rent for 2 whole years, no one lived there, ONLY because i always talked about it, because he wanted me to have that piece of world, a sweet place i cherished, a place where my memories could linger little longer while i was away. Coincidentally, ammi was also living in rjy at that time, in our own home. Yet, my baba rented that apt for my sake. I love you baba....
I wish i could do more for you, i wish for another chance, i wish for you.
On my PL
I was reading something that reminded me of my dad's one of gazillion sweet gestures for me...
After i left for AUS on the day of his b'day, feb 3rd, (this is a blog in itself) during our routine weekend calls I'd frequently bring up conversations about our peaceful life in rjy, our apartment there, my school, my friends, my two ponytails, my tuitions, my fed up teachers who'd rattle on me to my mom.
Anyhow, on this particular trip back home to rjy, we were walking past that same apartment, when we ran into the owners of the same apts, who are our family friends too. That uncle said something i couldnt make head or tail of and asked dad later what he meant of it.
With one arm wrapped around my shoulder, he casually informs me that he had rented that same apartment for 2 years, just paid rent for 2 whole years, no one lived there, ONLY because i always talked about it, because he wanted me to have that piece of world, a sweet place i cherished, a place where my memories could linger little longer while i was away. Coincidentally, ammi was also living in rjy at that time, in our own home. Yet, my baba rented that apt for my sake. I love you baba....
I wish i could do more for you, i wish for another chance, i wish for you.
On my PL
Monday, July 12, 2010
Flying w/ no directions....
I wait for the words to glide back to me....
i wait for the light to soak me up....
i wait for the music to whisper to me....
i watch as the world and i, aren't exploring eachother....
i ignore as my fave part of day and i tiptoe quietly....
i embrace the empty boxes and the lost dreams within....
????
And then as i look down i notice unaccounted for ....
cuts on my fingers....
dark bruises on my legs....
hot oil spats....
????
almost rear ended a car today....
Spain won and with their jubilations, i was with my mom and dad in spirit....
????
And then some nights she seems to rest my flights ....
????
And then worst of all, i feel lonelier than i was before....
I'll have to remember to do the thing i use to do when i was in Goldcoast....
????
i wait for the light to soak me up....
i wait for the music to whisper to me....
i watch as the world and i, aren't exploring eachother....
i ignore as my fave part of day and i tiptoe quietly....
i embrace the empty boxes and the lost dreams within....
????
And then as i look down i notice unaccounted for ....
cuts on my fingers....
dark bruises on my legs....
hot oil spats....
????
almost rear ended a car today....
Spain won and with their jubilations, i was with my mom and dad in spirit....
????
And then some nights she seems to rest my flights ....
????
And then worst of all, i feel lonelier than i was before....
I'll have to remember to do the thing i use to do when i was in Goldcoast....
????
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