Irony

I honestly did mean to make a big comeback.

I set out with the best intentions, planning to post as if the fate of the world depended upon it. As if my words were the only thing keeping the aliens from attacking and the seas from swelling-- keeping the peace on Superman's days off.

..But then, life happened.

Nearly one year later, and I haven't written a single post.

Not that I've neglected writing itself-- it's just, I've discovered new venues for creativity. I've been writing for school-- I've almost finished my second year of university, and I've managed to have some short fiction printed in a campus publication (!!), a dream that, in being realized even in such a small way, has managed to make me even more enthusiastic about writing than before.

..If that's even possible.

But what I mean to say is that, in the past little while, I've changed and grown, and realized that things don't always turn out the way we expect them to-- sometimes, life takes unexpected turns.

Sometimes,  blog posts don't happen.

And that's ok.

Because it's a happy accident-- all the better for the sheepish smiles, and new ideas that a wonderfully ironic plot-twist can inspire.

Returning to Something Awesome

I'm ba-ack!

Back to school, back home (after being back to the Caribbean for the second time in my life), and back to blogging.

Awesome? I thought so.

Excited? You should be.

Welcome back everyone :)

Summer Camp

Little kids are amazing.

For the past couple of weeks I've been working as a camp counsellor, supervising a group of eight-year-old girls as they soak in the summer and party on the playground. Through all the fun and the sunshine, I've really gotten to know them-- and the stories they leave me with are among the sweetest and the funniest I've ever heard.

From the self-righteous camper claiming Justin Bieber as her boyfriend to the boondoggle-bonanza that has become the basis of many of our lives, I've been having the time of my life-- singing and dancing and running and cheering-- partying like a princess and playing pretend as a pirate.

It makes me realize how much fun I used to have when I was their age-- and makes me realize how much fun the rest of my summer with them is going to be.

--I mean, where else can I come to work dressed as a superhero and not only get away with it, but be applauded for my powers?

Realizing that Childhood Movies Have Shaped You as a Person

I haven't been the unfortunate recipient of a poisoned apple or a cursed spinning wheel, but there's no denying that I have a Disney princess personality.

Don't get me wrong, there's been none of this waiting around for Prince Charming nonsense or soaring musical interludes sprinkled throughout my days-- but I've recently come to realize that a lot of the things I enjoy are derived from the Disney movies I used to watch as a kid.

One similarity after another has slowly crept upon me as I've revisited my Disney days-- blowing my mind with the awesomeness of just how much my favourite movies and characters have worked themselves into my psyche. It could just be coincidence-- I may be reading into it too much-- but I rather like the idea of being a Disney darling.

It's quite possible that my favourite colour is yellow because of Belle's ballgown in Beauty and the Beast-- and maybe I really like willow trees because of Grandmother Willow in Pocahontas. My fascination with Africa can be ultimately attributed to Simba in The Lion King, and my love of everything oceanic must be because of Arielle in The Little Mermaid-- my favourite childhood princess.

So when you think about it, a lot of my personality can be attributed to aspects of the Disney movies I grew up with, and quite frankly, it's awesome. Maybe in consequence I anticipate a  magic spell to be flung my way every once in a while, but what does that matter? 

--I mean really, who doesn't want to lead a fantastic fairytale of a life?

Discovering that there's a Superhero in the Next Lane

I'm not sure many people would believe me, but cruising along the highway to and from work every day, I'm joined by Clark Kent.

Cool in his black car, window down, he drives past faster than a speeding bullet-- cape flapping and kryptonite lacking, oozing awesomeness of superheroic proportions as he heads out incognito on his daily commute to fight crime and rid the world of evil.

Or at least, that's what I assume.

"CLARKENT", as reads his license plate, is perhaps but one of the many travellers joining me out on the highway with a secret identity-- the rest attempting to maintain their covers with unpersonalized plates and windows firmly closed.

One may speculate that Superman is trying too hard, but there is some reassurance to be had in knowing that he's out there, even in disguise-- so I, for one, am thankful to have him on my highway.

Better than a bird or a plane, he rescues the common commuter from Monday morning mundanity, and keeps the excitement of Friday's freedom alive-- singing along to the radio and tapping out a beat on the side of his super-mobile.

You rock, "CLARKENT".

Happy Father's Day!

My dad is awesome.

The all-star, go-to guy for everything from monsters under the bed to athletics to relationship advice-- he's the man I've counted on since even before I was born.

I admire him a lot-- perhaps the most articulate and side-splittingly funny human being I've met, my dad is like a superhero to me, and has been since I was a little girl.

Ridiculous and sweet and incredibly witty, he's raised me alongside my mom, and made me into who I am today. I thank him for being my role model and for thinking the world of me-- for all those late night TV shows that we've stayed up to watch the ends of, the story-lines and paper topics we've discussed, the inside jokes, the advice, the softball practices, and the remarkably similar culinary tastes that we share.

I love you Daddy, you're awesome.

A Picture That Tells A Story

With everything that's happened in Vancouver over the past couple of days, the news has become very dark.

People are losing their faith in humanity-- watching cars burn, windows break, and riots explode.

But is this really what we're all about?

Taken by photographer Rich Lam, this photo has gone global.

The young man pictured, Scott Jones, is seen embracing his girlfriend, Alexandra Thomas-- she had been injured by the riot police amidst the chaos of the Stanely Cup aftermath.

The full story can be seen here, outlining what the photo is able to say without words.

It's a powerful image-- standing as proof in favour of love, not war.