summer healing...

FIERCE.

geno·cide

Pronunciation: \ˈje-nə-ˌsīd\
Function: noun
Date: 1944
: the deliberate and systematic destruction of a racial, political, or cultural group

you must've bumped yo' head and I love you enough to talk some sense back into you, baby

it feels great to be working. to be earning my own living. it actually breathes live into my being. 

money buys happiness? no. never and i've learnt that early enough to be thankful today for everything i have got and everything i have not. but financial stability is undoubtedly a core component of independence and personal security: cause even though money don't by happiness it buys a whole lot of other things that we need and want.

soooo, what i am trying to say is working full time has kept me from blogging and TRUST me, every day i am guilt-ridden. waking up at 5 AM is painfully tiring and getting home at 6 PM is even more so. not complaining. and not much of an excuse, but it's what i can muster up right now.

this week was the first week at work but also had the birthdays of two special, for a lack of a better term, people : my baby brother Maaran, who is apparently no longer a baby and the sister Gobi's birthday as well... she's still growing and the kid is 20. injustice. 

any other year, the week of their birthdays would be a complete riot but this year it was humble and mellow. since the passing of our grandfather a couple of years back, the month of June hasn't been it's lively self. this is not to say that we don't have our fun... AU CONTRAIRE MES AMIS! the Kathiresus are self made nut-jobs and we are completely and proudly aware of it. on lookers think we're strange and we know we're happy. we've seen a lot over the years and the resilience we've built against negativity is gaining in strength. 

not much of a post, but i promise to be back... and more grand prix pictures are coming seeing as Maaran and I went back on the last day!

when stillness becomes commotion. 

word of the day

POISE

You give me fever

with both Grand Prix and FIFA taking to the streets, i think montreal is going to EXPLODEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. i ♥ my city.


more pics to come... once i steal them from LILO (shame on me, i had forgotten the cam)


in the meanwhile, off the cell...

grand prix is back right where it belongs :)

trying ever so hard to catch a snap of Bedouin Soundclash from behind the scene... awesome band 

standing in the middle of the street on  a beautiful Montreal summer night

FIFA FIFA FIFA FIFA

España ♥♥♥ for the win!

Prince of RAWRsia
on a far lighter note... i have rekindled my love for this man post my downtown meanderings with the lovely LILO ♥

On the burning of the Public Library, he wrote:

What took place?

My city was set on fire

My people became faceless.

On my land, my breeze

on all the estampage of the Alien.

With your arms inter-locked behind

your back

for whom were you waiting?

Fire has writ large its message

indelibly on the clouds.

this poem, based on the true burning of the Tamil Jaffna Public Library in 1981, was a part of an interesting article about Sri Lankan Tamil Literature.


Art, in which ever form it may be, has and continues to have such extensive impact on how we understand and view life and its tribulations. Ya ya, i know you've heard this before... but every now and then i do some reading or research on litterature (blame it on the french litterature classes : even though they were nauseatingly relentless in their claim as ambassadors of boredom) and i am taken aback.


blogging is a new form of art that has picked up enormous momentum and is becoming increasingly popular as a form of expression and sharing. For me, a person who's diagnosed herself with an obsession with words and the use of these packaged letters, poems become an invaluable treasure. it is humbling when i think that these poems are birthed in a particular time, in a particular place by a particular person living not so particular situations. we are so involved in our own lives and our own bubbles of happenings that we forget that everyone of us has a story. i sit in the bus or the metro and i glare at the passengers. i think to myself that they have a story and that they've lived through hardships and happy times just as i have, but that their stories and their paths are different in such a common way.


i want to know their stories...


we're to busy being afraid of strangers in this world we live in and i know that i won't get to know their stories... so i smile.


if you'd like to read the article, i encourage you : http://tamilelibrary.org/teli/srilitt.html

EMPLOYED!

HAPPY ME :)

We will call you :)

or

I will call you right back!

hummm, NO YOU'RE NOT. save yourself the LIE.

anyone who knows me, KNOWS that i OBSESS when it comes to leopard prints...

i want this look SO badd, but only she can pull it off with such fierce-ness.

gorgeous gorgeous family ♥

Monday

JAMS

 ...

...

Back from an interview at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel.
Let's not speak of it.
Eating homemade bread courtesy of my sister.
Absolutely stunning outside.
Blasting me some Mora Piya ♥

I am so overwhelmed by mother nature's glory at this moment as i sit here and stare out my window... nature is truly mindbogglingly beautiful when we take time to see it for what it is. I think the discovery channel is getting to me.

I should be outside, but i don't know what to do.

More bread. 

FML.

as much as i dislike this profane saying, it seems so fitting at the moment.

people need to stop complaining about how they have a job cause i DON'T... and need one.

this is getting to be beyond frustrating, i'm losing my mind and my sleep over this shit and it's RIDONKULOUS.

friggin ridonkulous.

i want to run away and be my five year self right now.

I can't stop lusting over those heels... ayyy! ALAIA ♥

and Karla is stunning as usual!

http://karlascloset.blogspot.com/

I’m a prisoner
locked inside your aching heart.
Never set me free.

-Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson-

SOOOO i finally found a couple of HTML symbols for blog muhahaha! ♥
but it's too complicated for my liking... 

Half of my heart

Meh.

image from the new spring/summer GAYA collection lookbook

UMMM... yessss, how fabulous is that?! A line in my name bahahahaha! oki, fine not in MY name... but it's cool nah?

my friend Stef wrote to me :

Hey Gaya!!
I just wanted to let you know that I was at Winners today and I saw a purse made by a company called: GAYA!!!! I thought it was funny lolll and naturally i thought of you :)

so i had to google it and wowzaaa, me likes!

http://gaya.ca/home/

SLEEP?!

or not.

you're going to hear more of that blah blah blah

trouble me not with such a musing

as there's no time for philosophastering

i beg of you, 

mention not the struggle

for there's only so much happiness i've managed to smuggle

G.

she stories

She doesn’t miss what they were, but the feeling... the feeling of happy

The mind plays mischievous tricks on the heart and the heart in turn on the eyes... things don’t feel or look the same when you’re looking through star shaped glasses of the unenlightened

What it was that made it all that way or whether it can or will be again is immaterial because every moment is cherished and honoured in the shrine she decorates just for herself, kept preciously tucked under the displaced layers of her thoughts... at the very end of the infinite halls of her mind

Big evil things fell to pieces and small lovely and insignificant to the naked eye things seemed the most important... sending all else into oblivion

Hard times where gone with the wind and the good sown in the ground for more to grow

Those times were good to her.

To hope that the feeling... the feeling returns may seem foolish, but a fool is all she is.