Sunday, November 20, 2011
Playground Love
I’ve been thinking alot about my book series I’m trying to write. Digging through my memories of what my high school years consisted of. No school uniforms was a blessing attending school in Canada and despite what you may see in the movies, not all high schools were filled with the clearly defined stereotypical groups. Mine sure wasn’t anyway. I found that mostly talking to the less popular kids was more my thing than trying to fit into the popular crowd. Having your first high school crush and whether or not to ask that guy out, trying to pass chemistry class and failing with enthusiasm no matter how hard you tried to compromise with the teacher or just trying not to forget your locker combination.
My years of high school consisted of Dawson’s Creek, Buffy The Vampire Slayer on YTV on Saturday nights, The Spice Girls on repeat, Leonardo DiCaprio became a full fledged heartthrob and occupied my bedroom wall, calling mean boys at school wankers, American Pie & the teen horror genre revisited the cinema, wearing platform sneakers, flared Tommy Hilfiger jeans and cutting my own hair short following Cameron Diaz’ in There’s Something about Mary. Yes.. that made a great yearbook photo… One thing I am utterly proud of in my high school career is that I passed drama class with flying colours and always wrote my own material, except for my directing final which i got top marks. I’m also proud that i didn't trip on stage at the graduation ceremony. I think I survived pretty good.
Monday, September 26, 2011
One Day
One day I'll be with my own
that day I will have outgrown
you.
One day will be worth the wait
finally setting my sails for something great
not you.
Wake up somewhere new with someone about due
change the smile on my face
you are without a trace.
One day soon,
sooner than I think.
that day I will have outgrown
you.
One day will be worth the wait
finally setting my sails for something great
not you.
Wake up somewhere new with someone about due
change the smile on my face
you are without a trace.
One day soon,
sooner than I think.
White Picket Fences
A friend of mine got me thinking about this, and maybe it's my age that I'm approaching (30 next week), or maybe it's the conversations I've had with my sister, and other folks along the way, but the idea of getting married, having children and settling into perfect suburbia just makes me cringe.
Marriage can be a great thing, but just because you have that shiny band on your finger doesn't solve anything. It may solve that it would be harder for one of you to walk away so easily and the lingering price tag of the wedding may be running through your head, but being married doesn't mean a lifelong fairytale. I suppose this is where I would be a little jaded by the idea of getting married. If I ever met someone who felt the same towards marriage as I do, then I'd do it. Most people I come across just want to get married for the wedding, which seems absolutely wild considering how much money weddings cost. If I got married, I would grab my guy, hop on a plane and get married somewhere. No fuss, no 200 guest list, just me and him and then have a huge party when we returned.
Most people I talk to can't wrap their head around the fact I don't want children. "oh, but don't you want a family of your own?' is the most popular response I get. Of course I want a family, but I feel like I already have it in the form of my friends and family already in place. I don't want children and the thought of being a mother has never crossed my mind and at this point, I don't think it ever will. If I did get to the point of wanting children, I would adopt. There are plenty of children without a home that I would rather invest in than going through nine months of stretch marks, uncontrollable bladder, swelling and mood swings. I can do that on a Tuesday. I don't go gaga for babies and it's really hard for me to pretend. This proved at an event recently, that I don't mind children, I just have a hard time trying to go nuts over them. A puppy, however, is a different story.
A relative of mine once said that I was a different example of people my age. I knew exactly what she meant by that - I don't have a fiancee, mortgage, car, career of my choice (although I do work for an Academy Award winning, billion dollar company, and shit- that's the icing on my cake for now), I don't have babies on the brain and I do my own thing. I knew she was fishing for further details - whether she thinks I am OK or not is besides me- but she was concerned that maybe I was unhappy. I am not unhappy, I am just unattached in the conventional way. I'm not alone, I'm just by myself. Is that such a crime? I don't think so, but it would be nice to go to a company event, party, friend gathering with a special someone to show off.
Until then, I'll keep banging out the best heels and the best British sarcasm I can.
Marriage can be a great thing, but just because you have that shiny band on your finger doesn't solve anything. It may solve that it would be harder for one of you to walk away so easily and the lingering price tag of the wedding may be running through your head, but being married doesn't mean a lifelong fairytale. I suppose this is where I would be a little jaded by the idea of getting married. If I ever met someone who felt the same towards marriage as I do, then I'd do it. Most people I come across just want to get married for the wedding, which seems absolutely wild considering how much money weddings cost. If I got married, I would grab my guy, hop on a plane and get married somewhere. No fuss, no 200 guest list, just me and him and then have a huge party when we returned.
Most people I talk to can't wrap their head around the fact I don't want children. "oh, but don't you want a family of your own?' is the most popular response I get. Of course I want a family, but I feel like I already have it in the form of my friends and family already in place. I don't want children and the thought of being a mother has never crossed my mind and at this point, I don't think it ever will. If I did get to the point of wanting children, I would adopt. There are plenty of children without a home that I would rather invest in than going through nine months of stretch marks, uncontrollable bladder, swelling and mood swings. I can do that on a Tuesday. I don't go gaga for babies and it's really hard for me to pretend. This proved at an event recently, that I don't mind children, I just have a hard time trying to go nuts over them. A puppy, however, is a different story.
A relative of mine once said that I was a different example of people my age. I knew exactly what she meant by that - I don't have a fiancee, mortgage, car, career of my choice (although I do work for an Academy Award winning, billion dollar company, and shit- that's the icing on my cake for now), I don't have babies on the brain and I do my own thing. I knew she was fishing for further details - whether she thinks I am OK or not is besides me- but she was concerned that maybe I was unhappy. I am not unhappy, I am just unattached in the conventional way. I'm not alone, I'm just by myself. Is that such a crime? I don't think so, but it would be nice to go to a company event, party, friend gathering with a special someone to show off.
Until then, I'll keep banging out the best heels and the best British sarcasm I can.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Dear Love(r)
I came to tell you I shall keep your memory
locked in another place.
I heard you found happiness in a form that I cannot invent.
I will be around without any trace.
I would walk through fire
for one chance of desire,
that feeling has passed
and I have found something that will last.
locked in another place.
I heard you found happiness in a form that I cannot invent.
I will be around without any trace.
I would walk through fire
for one chance of desire,
that feeling has passed
and I have found something that will last.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Book Club
My colleague pulled me into a book club with some other ladies recently. This is the first book club I have been a part of and so far, its a good thing. I have tons of books sitting onmy shelves, collecting dust, so I'm hoping this will prompt me to clean these off and open their pages.
Our first book is 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being' by Milan Kundera.
story:
A young woman is in love with a successful surgeon, a man torn between his love for her and his incorrigible womanizing. His mistress, a free-spirited artist, lives her life as a series of betrayalsâ€"while her other lover, earnest, faithful, and good, stands to lose everything because of his noble qualities. In a world where lives are shaped by irrevocable choices and fortuitous events, and everything occurs but once, existence seems to lose its substance, its weight. Hence we feel "the unbearable lightness of being."
Im nearly finished this book and Im not quite a fan of how miserable these characters are. What I do like about this book, is that not everything is black and white and things are complicated. I just hope that our next book is more happy. It'll be interesting what the other ladies think of this.
B.
Our first book is 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being' by Milan Kundera.
story:
A young woman is in love with a successful surgeon, a man torn between his love for her and his incorrigible womanizing. His mistress, a free-spirited artist, lives her life as a series of betrayalsâ€"while her other lover, earnest, faithful, and good, stands to lose everything because of his noble qualities. In a world where lives are shaped by irrevocable choices and fortuitous events, and everything occurs but once, existence seems to lose its substance, its weight. Hence we feel "the unbearable lightness of being."
Im nearly finished this book and Im not quite a fan of how miserable these characters are. What I do like about this book, is that not everything is black and white and things are complicated. I just hope that our next book is more happy. It'll be interesting what the other ladies think of this.
B.
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