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.

Taste of Danforth

This years taste of danforth was one superb and amazing experience despite the dismal weather and rain.


The multicultural side of Toronto all came out to celebrate good food and good times. Not only was it spectacular Greek food like souvlaki and gyros on pita, there was also amazing food from all over the globe like mouth watering Thai, Mediterranean and Caribbean.

It's a haven for hungry people, with free food and drinks you get a true taste of all the Danforth.

There was a little antique shop owned by a lovely old greek couple and it was filled with one of a kind finds. It reminded me of my grandparents home. It was childhood all over again.

I especially liked the live music. Elana Harte performed a lovely array of Stevie Nicks' songs on stage. There was Spanish music and some lovely Greek dance performance which made the crowds and myself dance.

It was truly an amazing time, and I can't wait to celebrate food next year. Opahh!

"We read to know we are not alone.” - C.S. Lewis

I'm currently reading my 4th book this summer. Its like I'm devouring them alive. I can't seem to function without a book in my hand. Its taking most my nights, its what I read at the pharmacy when I'm all alone. I'm currently half way through a Marian Keyes book, its called Sushi for Beginners, although, there is no sign of sushi anywhere in that book, it is my 3rd Marian book, not the best, but will do.

I remember my 9th grade teacher miss Nora once said "reading gives you escapism". I never forget that, for starters I didn't know that that word existed. Alas it was a perfect description of reading. At that time I was reading Stephen Kings famous 'The Body' novel. I finished it in 3 days, 3 sleepless days. It took me somewhere I've never been before.

That was when I was 13, now, after reading maybe a dozen more Stephen King books, I still feel the same way in every book. I can't put the book down. I just can't. I can't forgive myself if I don't know what happens in the next page.

(Above: The shining, made into a movie starring Jack Nicholson, The body, made into a movie under the title "Stand by me")

Same thing with the 'Girl with the dragon tattoo' trilogy. I swear when I saw Steig Larsson typed on the side of the books in the sale section, I ran to them and jumped like a lunatic. I like how he portrays a European country, so different from the way we live, a different taste, and the plot, its unlike anything I've read. Weird and unfamiliar, every page brings something new.



Maeve Binchy, on the contrary, her books well I just force myself to complete. I've read a few, all of which I regret starting. And it takes me weeks to complete one book. But if I have to recommend a book, 'Light a penny candle' would probably be it. The whole vintage style environment and WW2 settings seem to give the book a little spice.







In the end, I must say, the best books are the ones you buy at random, from someone on the street or from 2nd hand bookstores. Atleast they've been tried and tested, and for a dollar, you can't really go wrong. That, with an ice cream in one hand you're bound for eternal happiness.

We're in the deep end, but we're all together.

I wish there was one photo that had all my friends standing together. I'm trying to get a cover photo for my stupid facebook timeline and I cant seem to find one that brings all my friends together. Those I love. So I went on my 77 albums ( yes I have a total of 77 albums on FB) and they were all awesomeness to the limit, and I found a few pictures here and there that could sum up my life. As I went through them I was reminded of the good old days, some friends in there I've had since I was in 5th grade or when I was 13. I'm not talking about school friends or classmates, I'm talking proper best friends for life material.

Some of these people, who are all old now, some married, some with kids, some with Ph.D's even, some of these people left an indentation on my life, that has curved it to what I am now. 


The first time I properly met Salah, at the time I only knew his name, the first time, I was in the library, all alone up in the 3rd floor and I was sat in the corner on a table crying my eyes out, I was all alone, I had no friends and my family was away. And that's when he walks in, sees me, pulls a chair and sits beside me. He asked me what's wrong, and I blurted out everything to him. Next thing I know he was drying my tears, he took my hand and he introduced me to his 4 guy friends. He then looked at me and said "I know we're all guys, but we'll do for the time". 
Next thing I knew, he transferred all my labs with him and for the first time, I had a lab group, and I was a part of something. 
And to this day. I am never alone because somewhere, somehow he's always there too. 
Salah taught me trust, to trust a stranger who then turns out to be the best person on earth. 

Mustafa on left, Salah on right, both good friends

Sana, well, what can I say, its not the fact that she's cool, or funny or trustworthy, its the fact that she's always been there, always consistent and most of all understanding. Even after 6 years. My darkest days, when I'm all angry and upset, she looks at me, points a finger and laughs in my face and then says " I know". That's all it takes to get me laughing.


















Allie, hmmm Allie, well when I was 5th grade, I went with my parents to their friends house who had a daughter, who wasn't only the sweetest nicest girl ever, but later lived to become my most loved best friend. My family always travelled around the world, she always lived in the same home, yet somehow, I always end up with her. I shared my first crush with her. At the age of 13, and it was the same time I'd met another super mega awesome friend, Marwan. Who stood by my side.


 Its not a friend who's a friend, its a friend who's there for you when you're in a complete all time low that's a friend.


A friend once sang a song about me, I only remember this part of it: "Everyone that passes you by the street misses the chance to be with the most extraordinary girl in the world". Its something I'll never forget, something I keep deep in my heart. 


Cousins don't count, you see because they're cousins, you love them unconditionally and they love you the same. I have 21 first cousins who I love all equally, but differently.

My cousin May and I, at age 1. 

My friend Sinan once said "If I have to choose between friends or family, I'll always choose family". You see, true friends, true people will never ever make you go through a decision like that. 


True friends for me aren't just people, they're the ones who let me share the pain with them, whether mine or theirs. Its for all the times you stood in the rain together. 


Bet you didn't think I'm that deep now did you ;)

This times a different time. I have this grave feeling that things are about to change, they might already have. I know I've started to.
It makes me happy, to actually move on. Knowing that one chapter is over and I'm moving on to the next. I'm a little excited, a little scared, but mostly satisfied.
The dark days are over. They might come back though, but it doesn't matter when you've gone through the worst.
I'm ready to shut the book finally. And it feels amazing.
With my ice cream and my family on my side. I think it's going to be time to jump.
It's summer time baby. And it only comes once a year. This is a message to my future self, you're good. You're happy. Go get life. And smile.

Torontos real life zombie attacks

What happens at night in Toronto?
Why in hell do all the weirdos come out at night? What happens that make them roam the city?
I'm not talking about the regular weirdos, oh no, not your average scum bags and homeless joes. I'm talking about those people that follow you around in the subway asking to borrow your phone, the ones that pretend that they've lost all their money, beg for money from random strangers then yell profanity if they don't get change.. I'm talking about that guy that sits beside you, takes off his shoes, reveals his infected toe and asks if your horny.

I'm terrified of this city, I don't think I can handle a zombie attack with zombies worse than torontos late night weirdos.

When your at union station at 11 pm and a bunch of police men run in to grab someone who's doing drugs in the men's washroom. Oh yeah.. I've been there. And at that exact moment, a drunk lady comes laughing in.

Well done downtown toronto you have outdone yourself. I guess you don't need a zombie attack to have zombies.