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I ♥ sleeping

(credit) Dare to Dream | Doodling A Smile by ilovedoodle @ etsy

1-2-3 OUT

I love sleeping. I can sleep anywhere. 1-2-3 and I’m out. It can be in a bed, on a sofa, in a chair, in a train or a plane, in the forest, or in the car. *pause* Let me reiterate, I said sleep. I do, however, dislike waking up in the morning unless I can leisurely lounge around and wake up whenever. I do not do mornings, yet I don’t get up any later than 9:30, which is the absolute latest for me (save for jetlag). I am grouchy first thing before shower and coffee. Do not mess with me then.

PILLOW CREASE FACE

The bed is an important investment..after all, if you’re not working, you’re pretty much sleeping. I like how everyone sleeps differently. I used to sleep on my back with the covers over my head. Yes, over my head. I can breathe under there. There has been a few times where I was thought to be missing, because I was under the covers like that. However, now I sleep on my back without the covers over my head. I suppose that was merely a phase I had. Occasionally, I wake up in a fetal position, but that’s only because I’ve stolen the sheets and unconsciously want to deny it (my theory). It’s these days I get that odd pillow-crease on my cheeks and end up having to rub my face in the steamed bathroom mirror to erase it somehow.


LIKE A CAT

I curl around, all limbs, when I’m cold to heat myself up against a warm source. Like a cat. In humid sticky summers, I have woken up, sweat on my brow, spread-eagle, with the sheet swirled around my ankles. The same thing happens in those hot summers we get. I steal the covers when it’s cold too.

HEAD HITS PILLOW

I fall asleep very easily. I tend to always sleep well. I am a lucky lady. I am known to fall asleep in cars (as a passenger!) at night because the space is small, dark, cozy, and the lull of the driving makes me sleepy. As well as movie theatres, or any theatre come to think of it. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I fall asleep just like that. It only takes mere minutes, which is why it’s a sign I’m quite unwell if I’m unable to sleep.

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☺ Daily Smile | cat mom hugs kitten

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I know that this adorable video has gone viral and pretty much everyone and their uncle has seen it, but it really does warrant a smile every time. Synopsis: a kitten is having a nightmare, and its mom gives it a reassuring hug – so very “awwwww.”

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♡ True generosity

(credit) Generous Offering | APAK @ etsy

That’s what I consider true generosity. You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.

—Simone de Beauvoir

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♫ Stars | Changes

(credit) Undertow | Tastes Orangey by Clare Elsaesser

CHANGES by STARS

They’re Canadian. Yay! The song is very languid and eloquent…you know, it makes you want to sway. I always get Stars and Metric mixed up. I prefer Metric, but in all honesty both are a bit too hipster for me. I do like Changes by Stars (listen HERE), as I said, and am so impressed by the girl in the video who’s all twirling and swirling and dancing around in the nude. Who wouldn’t want to do that…without anyone watching and just being in a lush, ornate theatre like that?

FIRST EXPOSURE

We have a thing about nudity here in North America, non? I remember the first time I went to an onsen (hot spring bath) in Japan as an adult. I had forgotten that you have to strip down and shower before you soak in the fragrant hot spring baths…in front of many other women. Strangers. It took my aunts an hour to convince me that I would look ridiculous wearing my underwear or swimsuit.

SECOND EXPOSURE

Last year I went to a beautiful secluded little place in British Columbia called Cortes Island. Stunning. Warm waters. Bioluminescence. Eagles. Seals. Local, organic, fresh gourmet food. Spa. Sailing. Evening kayaking. Hiking. Swimming.

So…swimming. Now my resort’s private beach was clothing-optional. Um…yes. So upon arrival, I walked down to the beach, sat on a beached log, and soaked up the sun and the ocean. Then I noticed the people….only handful of them, emerging from the water completely nude. I also noticed people coming to the beach, just up and throwing off their clothes and strolling, taking their own sweet time, into the ocean.

I couldn’t wait to take a dip in the ocean, so I ran to the cabin and started to toss out items from my luggage to find my bikini. I froze. I could only find my bikini bottom. My bikini top was nowhere to be found. Gulp. I couldn’t believe it! This was a test from the universe about my inhibitions, obviously. Okay, bring it, I said. Then I sat there on the bed for a good 15 minutes contemplating my next move. Well, it is a clothing optional beach. No, I just can’t. But I want to swim, so you have to suck it up and just do it. Sigh. I compromised. I put on my bikini bottoms, and put on my yoga bra.

I valiantly strode down to the beach, found a beached log, starred out to sea. There were only about three people there — all nude. Okay, Tamiko, you can do this, you can do this, and in fact you’d look more silly wearing your bikini bottom and yoga bra than being full on naked…and who do you think you are? No one’s looking at you!

After some considerable time, I realized time was a-wasting, so I closed my eyes, took a deep sigh, resigned myself to taking this leap, and disrobed, peeled off the yoga bra….but kept on the bikini bottom. I just couldn’t go there just yet. Instead of striding out into the ocean, I full-on scurried, a bit self-conscious, only because I’m not used to being exposed like that in public, you know? It wasn’t about confidence in body conscious, because in private I’ve pranced around au naturel while getting dressed. Come on, everyone’s done that! Although truth be told, I prefer clothes on, thank you very much.

As the days wore on, I slowly started to gather enough courage to walk purposefully (as opposed to scurrying) into the water…whilst keeping my bottoms on. Then my last two days, I just decided it was time to do away with the bottoms too. I noticed no one was at the beach, and I just did it! The best feeling ever. I felt so brave…and the water feels so much more amazing! It’s almost as though you’re in tune with nature. All liberated and everything. I was so, so very proud of myself. I was truly beaming. Jumpy claps beaming, okay? Granted, there were no other people on the beach at this point, but hey I’ll take it.

The best was swimming bare-skinned amongst the bioluminescence at midnight…the waters are still warm, and you just float on the water, surrounded by bright sparks while staring at the beautiful clear stars up above, with the moon competing with the planet Jupiter so clearly imprinted in the sky. The energy of the ocean at this time, in the dark, is quite different as well…it’s almost magnetic with the waves pulsing and lulling in a different way than in the daylight. I can’t describe it — it was still yet moving. 

I’m not sure there’ll be a third exposure…

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(credit) Live Kindly | Penny Wishes @ etsy

The great secret […] is not having bad manners or good manners or any other particular sort of manners, but having the same manner for all human souls: in short, behaving as if you were in heaven, where there are no third-class carriages, and one soul is as good as another.

— George Bernard Shaw in Pygmalion/My Fair Lady

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SARAH KAY & TED

I love TED Talks so much. I am the dork who can watch so many different ones on a rainy day. They really make me feel inspired and cleansed and truly alive. Such a happy feeling.

I could name all the ones I adore, but it would be pages long…so for now I’m loving this performance by the amazing spoken-word poet Sarah Kay called “B” (watch above, or here — it looks long, but “B” lasts only until 3:39). She is my peoples, by the way, as her mother is Japanese American and her father is Jewish American. I kinda secretly dig that.

I especially love this following lyric from “B” — I wish for my (future) daughter to know this wholeheartedly: 

...I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it


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