Things that make my summer

After forgetting my username for about 6 months haha, I bring you: 

Things that make my summer.

 1. The million stars that shine in the late midland sky. So many, they look like inverted Oreo ice cream. Making me feel insignificant to a universe out there.

2. The feel of the sun kissing the tops of my shoulder on a hot summers day.

3. The feel of the cool water, the first time I dip into it, the way it makes my toes tickle in the water.

4. That taste of that fresh homemade berry mix ice cream from the farm. Melting slowly into a blissful memory.

5. That sweet feeling of stealing fresh strawberries from the private farm, and how sweet and juicy they taste.

6. The way he makes me giggle like a kid.

7. The excitement of jumping out of bed early in the morning so I can have some fresh coffee with dad in the back yard.

8. Late night walks of exploration.

9. Reading a book by the water on freshly cut grass. 

10. The forrest out there, at night when you're camping in a tent. The sounds and noises of the unknown world.

 

11. The warmth of the bonfire, that melts my s'mores into a gooey heaven.

12. Tight hugs and helicopter hugs (LOL!) from loved ones, especially when they're an ocean away. Love you all. 

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I don't understand the concept of death. One minute you're alive and kicking and the next you're not there. You're gone. I don't get it. Where do you go when this happens. How come all this intellect and wisdom just disappear into nothingness. They put that person that you lived you're whole life with into the cold ground. Just like that. Gone.

I don't get it. Why does God create us and make us love so much only to rip us apart and leave us with a gaping hole where our hearts used to be.

Recently, I had the privilege to sit beside a wise woman that understood life and death in a way I can't. She said that there are so many levels to life. Death is just one of those levels. It's only when the "spaceship" that's our bodies break down and can't withhold our souls, that our souls can't remain on earth anymore, they travel back to their original place. Just like how we can't go up in space without a space suit or a continuous oxygen supply that's like our souls, it lives in this human form.
But where does it go after. Wouldn't it get scared.

Where is grandpa? Where did he go. Is he scared? How can I talk to him, I want to tell him how much I love and miss him.

Dad once said, a man is always a child until one of his parents die, for then all of a sudden he will grow old beyond his years and he'll become aged and gray.

A part of me has died today. It will never be the same again.

Jiddo, wherever you are, I will always remember the last words you spoke to me. It was like yesterday and I will always remember it like it was yesterday.
But I will keep those words a secret. Forever.

Good things rarely last

So my England trip is over, and it went so much better than I had expected, from meeting my Torontonian friend to finally getting to see my cousin who is now married! Aaah it was amazing fun!

Even though I managed to somehow go to Sheffield 4 times in 3 consecutive days, I did NOT get to see the Arctic Monkeys, I kept my eyes open the whole time.

Things I learned in the past two weeks include the term winsest (from Josh) and bonfire night, Englands own independence day, only they celebrate a man who tried to bomb the houses of parliament, (kind of celebrating a pyromaniac if you ask me) which was massive fun. The night skies were alit and the live band were almost mesmerizing, the cold night felt warm standinh by the best of people. Especially the John-sledding part, a guy who has the rare talent and ability to flirt with almost anyone.

Also, I got to learn how to cook proper food. And I enjoyed it.

Back to old cold Canada. So effing excited.....

Trains

It's not hard to believe that JK Rowling got the original idea to write Harry Potter while she was on the train. I see that now. I'm on the train to Edinburgh and I feel like a wizard going to Hogwarts up in the north.
These trains, they make you think long about life. Staring out the window and there is never ending portraits of scenery and green grass. As far as your eyes can take you.
I've never been so lost as to where I am but I've never felt so much at home.
All this land has been transformed into fields and if your lucky, you can spot little bits of cloud floating on the ground, up close they're only sheep.

I have this need to get away, I have this need to discover something, explore the untapped.

My home is the world. I can't be confined to one single piece of land, especially when there is so much out there.

Well that's all from my side. Catch y'all later peeps.

New fake year resolution!

Every new year starts on January, it marks the beginning of the year, well for most people at least.
Not for me, I always thought that September is the real beginning of the new year. It's when you move up a grade in class, when you start university, work, when you finally come back home from vacation. It marks the ending of summer, which is the very last of the year.

So for me this is the new year post. And for every new year there always is... Yes you guessed it (or not) the resolution.

This year, I've thought seriously into my life. And I've decided to work on a few things.

Without further or due, here's the new list:

-I will start to want to work more than I want to stay at home or go out with friends, I am an adult now.

- I will try to be more in touch with my friends, cousins, and old mates. I will make an effort to contact them more often.

- I will move out if I have to ( and I'm dreading this). But I'll do what it takes to be excellent at my job. So getting used to this idea will help if the time comes.

- I will no longer linger with what bothers me, yet I will forgive and forget everything, no point in keeping a grudge.

- I will have more fun, by finding new ways to enjoy life. Yay! Fun!

A compilation of random things

Marc Jacobs new fall collection

I <3 red

Ice cream, best friend, frozen tongues and downtowning

No sleep, early mornings and on vacay. who you looking at?

Best friends accross the sea

Summer nights are not summer nights without fireworks

Baby bro and I in our old old garden. when days were good.

uniqueness. 

I always thought 'Am I dentist material?' answer: No.

Watermelons and watermelon eating contests.

sunbathing in the back yard in my PJs

Donatella Versaces' New fall collection. The pure Italian family. Reminds me of gramps and granny.

Le trying to catch the moon. 

Work brain is mush.

Sometimes, it bites to work in the summer.

I wake up much too early, get dressed, have breakfast, make myself lunch, leave out the door to work.
Work, on a lovely summer day that's both warm and cool. A lovely day I could be going to the beach to swim. Or bike by the river and stopping for ice cream.

No. I have work. Out of every single day on the planet, summer, should not be spent working.

Today for instance, having two shifts at two different places, well I found my self arriving to work an hour early. Who in their right mind does that?!

And later when I'm done with work past 10, I would have missed my usual Friday friends hang out.

Lovely.

Only one bright side, working this much, I can afford to take all of October off. Maybe it's time for another vacation?

I've lost count, but I've started reading the hunger games books. So far so good.