Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Throw a blanket over the sun

Robbing life of friendship, is like robbing the world of sun.
- Marcus Cicero


It is literally burning up here. The heat is so unbearable that i have no idea what to do and i end up doing all the wrong-things-to-do-in-EXTREME-summers. Then, Google came to my rescue with tips like no-caffeine, no sugar, no black clothes etc etc and i am back to square one, more confused than ever.


Apart, from a giant size zit right next to my left eyebrow, and a couple of others scattered here an there, the life is still the same. Want to slip into my tiniest shorts and biggest tee for the whole day. Sigh! but the sleepy city might just wake up to a riot at that sight. Work ethics a'la dress code? i think boho-chic is very vogue now...well maybe just for me.  
Talking about work, the job rejection do not hurt anymore, but somehow i am apprehensive about trying anywhere further. Escapism much? Yea, maybe. 


On top of that, my only two fem-bros (female+bro= fem-bro. Geddit? Geddit?) are leaving. One was my friend from school days and the other my colleague. Life without homegirls seems to be very dreary. 
But the heat.. oh THE HEAT...might just stir me into action and go back home. But before that, it did stir me enough to get a side shave done. It isn't as nasty as i would like to be...but then again, it serves well against THE HEAT. Oh and these are my latest crush, the decorative arm sunglasses, till the time i can afford the original Prada ones.

My love is like footsteps in the snow, baby

i read this really pretty book by Pico Iyer, The lady & the monk: Four seasons in Kyoto.
The book is all about the oriental beauty of Japan, the people, Zen Buddhism and...of course, the women. Nice read, though it is more of a narrative travel book rather than a novel.

And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.
So, after a colleague and fellow mountain lover supplied me with Ruskin Bond books to help me cure my homesickness, i am now moving on to Desmond Morris' The naked woman, to get a taste of 'zoological journalism' (or that's what he said). So far, seems good. It makes me feel better during the times when i question my decision to drastically chop off my hair. 
It is mentioned that Egyptian royal women used to shave off their hair due to the heat and wear elaborate wigs. Interesting, should i say hello to 'elaborate wigs'? 


Sayonara
*__*

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