I step onto the crowded subway and wedge myself into my favourite spot, by the door, and as the subway chugs on, the sun shines through.

I close my eyes, immersing myself in the beautiful light, smiling and loving every little ray.

Sensing a stare I open my eyes to a tanned, well structured mature face, which takes a long, deep look into mine and then looks away. He’s got golden brown hair, well trimmed, and immediately I sneak a look at his shoes….a square point….whew!

We spend the next twenty minutes taking turns to study each other, with small smiles of appreciation, until his stop arrives.

As he gets off, he makes a point to stop, turn and smile.

Ah yes, Summer has finally arrived!

Easter Ramblings

The weather in Toronto is like the unruly cousin everyone is obsessed with, wild, unpredictable and always worth a mention. For the past couple of days it’s been sunny, a nice change after months of overcast skies. The air remains cold, with brisk winds making your hair stand on end. Yet the sun promises better days to come, which opens the door for shoe challenges. It is now too hot to wear a boot, but too cold to wear a sandal. I am thus stuck in a no man’s land of footwear, opting for one or the other, always regretting the choice.

Easter was a treat. Actually it was the first year it really didn’t feel holy at all. In Dubai our lives focused around the church. It was our place of socialization and most of friends and family were a part of the experience. In Canada, you’re just another nameless face at church. The pastor doesn’t know you, and you don’t know him. The whole ceremony gets a little more suspect each year, and the holiness of the whole event starts to leak. This year what made the holiday a true feast, was my mum’s cooking. Delicious curries, fragrant rice, and mouth watering sides….I couldn’t stop eating. I even undid a button and carried on…

After an incident at work, I began to think about what the internet is saying about me. I went home to google myself and my various email addresses. I found a facebook listing, old resumes, old associations etc. While there was very little information on me, I did go into the few sites I showed up in, to max out my privacy settings. I also edited my profile on various pages, to give as little information out as possible. I then cleaned out my facebook, deleting every one from work, adding them instead to Linkedin (a networking site for professionals.) While I live by the rule, don’t do anything you wouldn’t want published on the front page of the Khaleej Times (Dubai’s national paper,) I decided that I would still like a little control on when my behaviors and interests are published!

My neighbor registered on e-harmony to find her soul mate. She is 62 years old, and hasn’t given up hope. When I first heard the news, I thought to myself, while I think its amazing to be eternally hopeful, I just can’t see myself trying at 62. Especially if I’ve had a marriage and kids under my belt, no siree bob, instead I see myself happily re-treating to the sanctity of my quiet life, with my books, and gazing into the heavens…throw in some throw back episodes of Grey’s, why it sounds like heaven

I don’t believe in reincarnation anymore. I was thinking about the whole business the other day and realized that if I was a continuous ball of energy regurgitating anew every life, while it may be a cool experience, it would be a very lonely process. With every new life you would have to make new connections, form new relationships and new loves. I like the idea of eternal love and bonds that transcends death, thus reincarnation doesn’t quite work for me.

Here’s a hint friends, don’t ever go into an interview bashing your old company/boss. Even if your concerns are valid, a new employer will be wary of your attidude. As the saying goes, easier to hire a happy person and teach them the job, than hire a miserable person who is qualified…(Ok Im not sure if that’s a saying…I made it up.)

Watched Australia….Great movie, Twilight….I want someone to suck my blood, and the Last time I saw Paris….boy was Elizabeth Taylor a beauty, also loved the line when her character lamented that she would never be a size 10 again….

All the Easter chocolate is now 50% off, I passed by a few bunnies with my name on it….hope you guys are enjoying a few treats of your own…