Just got an email from my (step) dad. My real dad for all intents and purposes.
You know your regular email, trying to encourage me in work and in life. It brought tears to my eyes.
I miss my daddy.
2.5 more months until home.
Showing posts with label Dear Diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dear Diary. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Whiners Are Wieners
Well I'm going to be a wiener and whine about this pain around my left ear which has now spread to my jaw.
It started two weeks ago and has gotten progressively worse. Saw the doc last week, who diagnosed it as an ear infection and gave me antibiotics and ear drops.
It didn't work. It's worse now.
Now in all my paranoid compulsive hypochondriac brilliance here's what I think may be possibly wrong:
1. Persistent earache
2. TMJ (Temporomandibular joint disorder) Go google it.
3. Wisdom tooth.
It's not so much painful as annoying because it inhibits my eating. I mean c'mon. Of all things, how dare you mess around with my FOOD?! If this persists I will have to raid the fridge of friends with toddlers and steal their baby food.
It started two weeks ago and has gotten progressively worse. Saw the doc last week, who diagnosed it as an ear infection and gave me antibiotics and ear drops.
It didn't work. It's worse now.
Now in all my paranoid compulsive hypochondriac brilliance here's what I think may be possibly wrong:
1. Persistent earache
2. TMJ (Temporomandibular joint disorder) Go google it.
3. Wisdom tooth.
It's not so much painful as annoying because it inhibits my eating. I mean c'mon. Of all things, how dare you mess around with my FOOD?! If this persists I will have to raid the fridge of friends with toddlers and steal their baby food.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Unplanned
Sometimes the sweetest moments in life are the unplanned ones.
My original plan for tonight was to show my car, go home, read my pile of library books (a post in itself), and turn in early.
I ended up shooting the breeze with P.J. in the middle of Yonge street with a pink bum because I had planted (pun intended) myself in the middle of a bed of pink and purple flowers on the median, with cars zooming by on both sides of us. For two hours we chatted about what else? Guys and God. Because whenever there's talk about guys, there's always talk about God.
It was so sweet and memorable, sharing our heartaches and hopes, fears and feelings under the streetlights, while enjoying one last summer night before fall.
Tonight was impressed into my memory.
My original plan for tonight was to show my car, go home, read my pile of library books (a post in itself), and turn in early.
I ended up shooting the breeze with P.J. in the middle of Yonge street with a pink bum because I had planted (pun intended) myself in the middle of a bed of pink and purple flowers on the median, with cars zooming by on both sides of us. For two hours we chatted about what else? Guys and God. Because whenever there's talk about guys, there's always talk about God.
It was so sweet and memorable, sharing our heartaches and hopes, fears and feelings under the streetlights, while enjoying one last summer night before fall.
Tonight was impressed into my memory.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
TIFF 2009
The TIFF, another reason why I love being Torontonian. It's one of the world's top four film festivals depending on who you talk to. Woot.
My Top Five TIFF Wish List
1. Cooking With Stella
I knew I recognized the director's last name when I saw it. He's Deepa Mehta's brother! That and the fact that Lisa Ray's in this movie sold me on it. AND it's Canadian.
2. Whip It
Ellen Page in Drew Barrymore's directorial debut about a girl who enters a roller derby
3. Good Hair
Chris Rock's documentary on black women's hair. I'm thinking this will be like Russell Peter's commentary on Indian culture?
4. Men Staring at Goats
George Clooney and Ewan MacGregor. Need I say more? The premise sounds pretty out there, but funny.
5. What's Your Raashee?
Bollywood. Period.
Oh, and I hope The Trotsky wins the People's Choice Awards. So clever, funny, and CANADIAN.
The other movie that I saw at the TIFF was City of Life and Death. It was about the Japanese invasion of Nanking.
Graphic.
Its images still disturb me every time they flit through my thoughts. The rape scenes were....
Hopefully some free passes to Israeli films this week will erase those mental images. Although as B.M. said, it's good to watch things that make you feel uncomfortable. Not rape scenes per se, but films that deal with somber subjects.
My Top Five TIFF Wish List
1. Cooking With Stella
I knew I recognized the director's last name when I saw it. He's Deepa Mehta's brother! That and the fact that Lisa Ray's in this movie sold me on it. AND it's Canadian.
2. Whip It
Ellen Page in Drew Barrymore's directorial debut about a girl who enters a roller derby
3. Good Hair
Chris Rock's documentary on black women's hair. I'm thinking this will be like Russell Peter's commentary on Indian culture?
4. Men Staring at Goats
George Clooney and Ewan MacGregor. Need I say more? The premise sounds pretty out there, but funny.
5. What's Your Raashee?
Bollywood. Period.
Oh, and I hope The Trotsky wins the People's Choice Awards. So clever, funny, and CANADIAN.
The other movie that I saw at the TIFF was City of Life and Death. It was about the Japanese invasion of Nanking.
Graphic.
Its images still disturb me every time they flit through my thoughts. The rape scenes were....
Hopefully some free passes to Israeli films this week will erase those mental images. Although as B.M. said, it's good to watch things that make you feel uncomfortable. Not rape scenes per se, but films that deal with somber subjects.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Life Hurts
Today two of my best friends and I got together for a little coffee date.
All three of us have been through some very trying times in the past two years, circumstances made even harder by the fact that we were far apart in distance.
We laughed, we reminisced, we shared, we praised, and we almost cried or at least I almost did.
"Life hurts," was A.'s response to my fears and anxiety of relapsing into burnout. And how true that statement was and is.
Even after going through burnout I still go around thinking that pain is abnormal and that I need to avoid it. I also have this mentality that I've had my share of crap in life as a kid so I should be exempt for the next few decades.
But the truth of the matter is, that I live in a fallen, imperfect world with other fallen, imperfect people, and sooner or later life's going to hurt. It's the norm not the exception, but I keep forgetting this, and keep going around trying to protect myself with walls a zillion feet high as if I could really avoid pain forever that way. Silly me.
But I think the saddest part is that I forget my Lord and Master, who promises that:
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you.
For I am the LORD your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.
Isaiah 43:2-3
Life hurts, but He gets me through.
All three of us have been through some very trying times in the past two years, circumstances made even harder by the fact that we were far apart in distance.
We laughed, we reminisced, we shared, we praised, and we almost cried or at least I almost did.
"Life hurts," was A.'s response to my fears and anxiety of relapsing into burnout. And how true that statement was and is.
Even after going through burnout I still go around thinking that pain is abnormal and that I need to avoid it. I also have this mentality that I've had my share of crap in life as a kid so I should be exempt for the next few decades.
But the truth of the matter is, that I live in a fallen, imperfect world with other fallen, imperfect people, and sooner or later life's going to hurt. It's the norm not the exception, but I keep forgetting this, and keep going around trying to protect myself with walls a zillion feet high as if I could really avoid pain forever that way. Silly me.
But I think the saddest part is that I forget my Lord and Master, who promises that:
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you.
For I am the LORD your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.
Isaiah 43:2-3
Life hurts, but He gets me through.
Monday, July 06, 2009
On Balance
This weekend was a hiking, photo-shooting, elk-eating, fireworks watching, white-water rafting, and a bit of studying sort of weekend.
[As I type this J.S., is annoyingly reading over my shoulder correcting every word, in other words, backseat blogging. Good thing he doesn't read my blog otherwise I'll always get comments on my grammar. Well now I think he's going to go try to find this sucker, and make said comments.]
Anyways I digress.
This is all to say that this weekend has been a "good for my soul" type of weekend. It was busy, yes, but it was the type of weekend that prepares you to face the new week rested, refreshed, and rejuvenated, ready to chomp at whatever life throws at you. RAWR. It was just the type of weekend that I needed.
Being thrown back into a busy, scholarly lifestyle, made it easy to go right back to living a very imbalanced lifestyle. I was once again caught up and swept along by the currents and demands of the circumstances of life. Go to class, study, eat, sleep, play. Before I knew it I was getting overwhelmed, and stressed again, feeling swept along by the waves of life. I didn't even notice that something was up until my mood dipped and I got the feeling of clinging on for dear life again. So I decided to slow 'er down for the sake of my long term sanity. I'll thank myself later.
[As I type this J.S., is annoyingly reading over my shoulder correcting every word, in other words, backseat blogging. Good thing he doesn't read my blog otherwise I'll always get comments on my grammar. Well now I think he's going to go try to find this sucker, and make said comments.]
Anyways I digress.
This is all to say that this weekend has been a "good for my soul" type of weekend. It was busy, yes, but it was the type of weekend that prepares you to face the new week rested, refreshed, and rejuvenated, ready to chomp at whatever life throws at you. RAWR. It was just the type of weekend that I needed.
Being thrown back into a busy, scholarly lifestyle, made it easy to go right back to living a very imbalanced lifestyle. I was once again caught up and swept along by the currents and demands of the circumstances of life. Go to class, study, eat, sleep, play. Before I knew it I was getting overwhelmed, and stressed again, feeling swept along by the waves of life. I didn't even notice that something was up until my mood dipped and I got the feeling of clinging on for dear life again. So I decided to slow 'er down for the sake of my long term sanity. I'll thank myself later.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
A Pleasant Surprise
I've had quite a few number of unpleasant surprises from life this summer, so it was nice to have a nice, unplanned, pleasant surprise for once. I hadn't booked my flight to Vancouver due to laziness, but when I found out in Colorado that my friend, C.C. needed a roadtrip buddy to staff conference, I jumped at the chance. So after IBS, I'll be road-tripping it up to Vancouver for staff training and staff conference with C.C.
It's tickling me pink. I've always wanted to road-trip across the U.S., but more specifically the western half because it's different than what I'm usually used to. So another childhood dream is going to be checked off. And as a result of C.C. having a standard car, I am now learning to drive standard. SCORE!
It's tickling me pink. I've always wanted to road-trip across the U.S., but more specifically the western half because it's different than what I'm usually used to. So another childhood dream is going to be checked off. And as a result of C.C. having a standard car, I am now learning to drive standard. SCORE!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
The Subconscious Speaks
In my dream I'm back in school. It looks like my junior high in New York City. Dark, dingy, and dreary. Like a jail.
It starts off well. I have my books, and I go to class. But quickly, little by little I start skipping and slacking. Then before I know it finals are next week. I haven't attended any lectures, and have completed none of the readings. The knowledge of impending failure is certain, and in my dream I start to panic.
The first time I dreamed this dream, I was cramming at the end. The second time, I completely gave up, and was trying to drop the courses before the course drop deadline.
I think my subconscious is trying to say something, like the fact that maybe just maybe I might be stressed about my IBS readings?
The irony is when I was in university there were definitely some courses where I skipped completely and didn't do any readings until the few days before finals. Yet I never had such dreams.
It starts off well. I have my books, and I go to class. But quickly, little by little I start skipping and slacking. Then before I know it finals are next week. I haven't attended any lectures, and have completed none of the readings. The knowledge of impending failure is certain, and in my dream I start to panic.
The first time I dreamed this dream, I was cramming at the end. The second time, I completely gave up, and was trying to drop the courses before the course drop deadline.
I think my subconscious is trying to say something, like the fact that maybe just maybe I might be stressed about my IBS readings?
The irony is when I was in university there were definitely some courses where I skipped completely and didn't do any readings until the few days before finals. Yet I never had such dreams.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Unleash the [Punk] Artist Within
It's so short in the back that I can't even make a ponytail.
But I LURVE it. It's like I'm going through the punk phase that never happened back in high school. I didn't have enough security back then to pull this off.
Now to work up the courage to get that tongue ring, and to make a final design decision regarding the tattoo, oh and...AND to learn how to play the guitar so I can rock out on the electric. YEOOOW.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Eggsplosion
IcamehomefromCostco.Put18eggsintoapottoboilthem.Leftthemonthestove,andwentforanap.
In case you didn't get that.
I came home from Costco.
Put 18 eggs into a pot to boil them.
[ I was going to eat them for breakfast throughout the week]
And then proceeded to leave them on stove whilst I went for a nap.
[Unintentionally of course. I was so tired I forgot the stove was on.]
Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke doesn't it? Well it wasn't.
An hour later I awoke to explosions coming from the kitchen. Sounds made by eggs committing suicide. Sounds loud enough to wake me not only from deep sleep, but deep sleep with ipod blaring. Yes, I sleep with my ipod on.
And not only did I awake to sounds, but I awoke to a haze as well. A haze that could've been described as a fog.
You can start laughing....now.
The stench of rotten eggs is, I think still in my hair, or I just might be paranoid. Our apartment stunk until I cooked enough pasta to feed an army. Now it stinks like pasta.
This reminded me of university when I managed to set eggs I was frying on fire with the flames going a foot above the pan.
Too close of a call. TWO close calls.
I can see it now...death by eggs.
In case you didn't get that.
I came home from Costco.
Put 18 eggs into a pot to boil them.
[ I was going to eat them for breakfast throughout the week]
And then proceeded to leave them on stove whilst I went for a nap.
[Unintentionally of course. I was so tired I forgot the stove was on.]
Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke doesn't it? Well it wasn't.
An hour later I awoke to explosions coming from the kitchen. Sounds made by eggs committing suicide. Sounds loud enough to wake me not only from deep sleep, but deep sleep with ipod blaring. Yes, I sleep with my ipod on.
And not only did I awake to sounds, but I awoke to a haze as well. A haze that could've been described as a fog.
You can start laughing....now.
The stench of rotten eggs is, I think still in my hair, or I just might be paranoid. Our apartment stunk until I cooked enough pasta to feed an army. Now it stinks like pasta.
This reminded me of university when I managed to set eggs I was frying on fire with the flames going a foot above the pan.
Too close of a call. TWO close calls.
I can see it now...death by eggs.
Friday, January 16, 2009
The Saga of My Tooth
Me: "I can't believe that you remembered me."
My Dentist: "You're my most expensive patient."
Me: "I've invested a lot of money into this tooth too. I could have a huge diamond engagement ring by now."
Later on...
Me: "I have nightmares about all my teeth falling out."
My Dentist: "Why don't you dream that this one does?"
Even later on...
My Dentist: "I should've taken the tooth out when I had the chance."
Me: "If you take it out now I'm going to gold plate it and put it on a necklace."
My Dentist: "I want half of it. You can have the part with two roots. I'll take the one with one root."
At the end...
My Dentist: "Wow I've known you for SIX years!"
Further exclamations about being old.
Me: "I'm sorry I make you feel old."
My Dentist: "You're my most expensive patient."
Me: "I've invested a lot of money into this tooth too. I could have a huge diamond engagement ring by now."
Later on...
Me: "I have nightmares about all my teeth falling out."
My Dentist: "Why don't you dream that this one does?"
Even later on...
My Dentist: "I should've taken the tooth out when I had the chance."
Me: "If you take it out now I'm going to gold plate it and put it on a necklace."
My Dentist: "I want half of it. You can have the part with two roots. I'll take the one with one root."
At the end...
My Dentist: "Wow I've known you for SIX years!"
Further exclamations about being old.
Me: "I'm sorry I make you feel old."
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
The Camera Saga
July 3- Precious Canon SD1000 mugged
August- Replaced by the new and improved Canon SD1100
October 12th- Canon SD1100 dies a very early and very premature death because of accidental droppage on zoom lens. My heart breaks.
October 12th- Diana + is purchased to redeem day of shooting. Parts are discovered to be missing.
October 15th- Diana + is exchanged for a more complete camera.
October 19th- Diana loses her shutter release, and is taken back to store yet again. Cannot replace without receipt.
October 20th- Canon Rebel XS a.k.a. James Dean a.k.a. JD is found, but questions still linger as to whether there is a lower price elsewhere
October 23rd- Diana is returned.
October 24th- J.D. stays after price drops even more.
August- Replaced by the new and improved Canon SD1100
October 12th- Canon SD1100 dies a very early and very premature death because of accidental droppage on zoom lens. My heart breaks.
October 12th- Diana + is purchased to redeem day of shooting. Parts are discovered to be missing.
October 15th- Diana + is exchanged for a more complete camera.
October 19th- Diana loses her shutter release, and is taken back to store yet again. Cannot replace without receipt.
October 20th- Canon Rebel XS a.k.a. James Dean a.k.a. JD is found, but questions still linger as to whether there is a lower price elsewhere
October 23rd- Diana is returned.
October 24th- J.D. stays after price drops even more.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
October 7th 2008 Highlights
Exuberant would be the word of choice to describe how I feel right now. And I have not been exuberant for a while. Every little birthday thing that people did for me whether it was a card, washing dishes, buying napkins, planning a swing dance, presents meant SO much to me.
Highlights From the Day
1. Birthday Swing Dance
This was the cherry that topped the sundae. Birthday girl (me) was in the middle of the dance floor and EVERYONE danced with me.
2. Providential Napkins and Flowers
I saw both napkins (Sleeping Beauty) and flowers (sunflowers) at Sobey's when I went to get plates. Was tempted to buy BOTH, but decided against it, but I REALLY WANTED THEM. Hours later Becky shows up with the Sleeping Beauty napkins because she couldn't find blue and green ones, and the boys show up with the sunflowers.
3. Urban Decay Graffiti Eyeshadow
I've wanted Urban Decay shadow for SO long and SO much, and my roommates got me it. WA-HOOOOO. Along with some funkdadelic electric blue eyeliner. HELLO!
4. Lydia sent me a TON of hilarious e-cards that gave me deep belly laughs.
5. Things in a Box:
Things You Would Not Write in Shelly's Birthday Card
- "The only Asian woman I like is my mother.~ 'Joe Choi" (Submitted by C. Kenyon)
Things Shelly Does Not Want People to Say to Her at Swing Dancing.
- "I know I'm unattractive, but I'm the only guy talking to you." (Submitted by K. Macher)
6. G-chat Convo pasted in a Card
7. People coming from Hamilton and Guelph!!!
Highlights From the Day
1. Birthday Swing Dance
This was the cherry that topped the sundae. Birthday girl (me) was in the middle of the dance floor and EVERYONE danced with me.
2. Providential Napkins and Flowers
I saw both napkins (Sleeping Beauty) and flowers (sunflowers) at Sobey's when I went to get plates. Was tempted to buy BOTH, but decided against it, but I REALLY WANTED THEM. Hours later Becky shows up with the Sleeping Beauty napkins because she couldn't find blue and green ones, and the boys show up with the sunflowers.
3. Urban Decay Graffiti Eyeshadow
I've wanted Urban Decay shadow for SO long and SO much, and my roommates got me it. WA-HOOOOO. Along with some funkdadelic electric blue eyeliner. HELLO!
4. Lydia sent me a TON of hilarious e-cards that gave me deep belly laughs.
5. Things in a Box:
Things You Would Not Write in Shelly's Birthday Card
- "The only Asian woman I like is my mother.~ 'Joe Choi" (Submitted by C. Kenyon)
Things Shelly Does Not Want People to Say to Her at Swing Dancing.
- "I know I'm unattractive, but I'm the only guy talking to you." (Submitted by K. Macher)
6. G-chat Convo pasted in a Card
7. People coming from Hamilton and Guelph!!!
Sunday, October 05, 2008
22 Going on 13
I tried REALLY hard. Really I did; to NOT jump on the Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus bandwagon. But I did. Yeah I did. "See You Again" has been played 13 times in the last hour. Once a teeny bopper. ALWAYS a teeny bopper.
Monday, September 29, 2008
15 Minutes of Fame
The proverbial cherry that topped off my weekend was participating in Improv Everywhere's MP3 Experiment Toronto edition.
Here's me getting my 15 minutes worth of fame by making my war face right before the epic battle. And here's me off on the side with the brown bag in the red shirt.
Here's me getting my 15 minutes worth of fame by making my war face right before the epic battle. And here's me off on the side with the brown bag in the red shirt.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
And THEN the Car Stopped Working...
and stopped dead on, in the middle of the exit ramp of the underground parking garage. Go figure. The rear wheel had been squealing the whole time in the garage, but hey it worked...until we hit the incline.
LUCKILY! I, in my profound wisdom and foresight bought a premium CAA membership back in December in preparation for such damsel in distress moments as these, so patting myself on the back I quickly called CAA- only to find out that they could not and would not tow a car whose license plates have expired, which presented quite the conundrum because guess where I was going?
To Canadian Tire.
To have my car checked and re-certified so that my plates would be a-ok again.
At this point, panic was starting to rise a little bit, but BEHOLD! there is another company who would be very willing to tow me for a small fee, which just happened to be slightly over my debit card's limit. DOH! And seeing how I was just mugged oh...16 hours ago, that was not enough time for my brand new spanking credit card to arrive in the mail.
Cue emotional and nervous breakdown. Joking. Sort of.
Me + Car Trouble = Agony
I needed help. Badly.
I mentally scrolled through my list of trusty Torontonian friends only to realize that those who can actually help in a practical manner are all out of town...except for a saint named J who called around to look for other towing companies with no success who then called upon another saint, Ethan.
While all this was happening an angel in the form of a helpful man drove through the garage and actually stopped to help. GASP. Whereas four or five cars before just drove on past. A modern day Samaritan that man was.
He not only got my car out of the precarious position it was in, but got the rear wheel to start working again. The axle apparently was stuck.
Providentially a parking spot opened up nearby and I was able to park permanently and most importantly SAFELY, laying to rest my imminent plans to stake out my car tonight.
Ethan helped me figure out a plan of action for tomorrow, and I returned to my apartment relieved.
LUCKILY! I, in my profound wisdom and foresight bought a premium CAA membership back in December in preparation for such damsel in distress moments as these, so patting myself on the back I quickly called CAA- only to find out that they could not and would not tow a car whose license plates have expired, which presented quite the conundrum because guess where I was going?
To Canadian Tire.
To have my car checked and re-certified so that my plates would be a-ok again.
At this point, panic was starting to rise a little bit, but BEHOLD! there is another company who would be very willing to tow me for a small fee, which just happened to be slightly over my debit card's limit. DOH! And seeing how I was just mugged oh...16 hours ago, that was not enough time for my brand new spanking credit card to arrive in the mail.
Cue emotional and nervous breakdown. Joking. Sort of.
Me + Car Trouble = Agony
I needed help. Badly.
I mentally scrolled through my list of trusty Torontonian friends only to realize that those who can actually help in a practical manner are all out of town...except for a saint named J who called around to look for other towing companies with no success who then called upon another saint, Ethan.
While all this was happening an angel in the form of a helpful man drove through the garage and actually stopped to help. GASP. Whereas four or five cars before just drove on past. A modern day Samaritan that man was.
He not only got my car out of the precarious position it was in, but got the rear wheel to start working again. The axle apparently was stuck.
Providentially a parking spot opened up nearby and I was able to park permanently and most importantly SAFELY, laying to rest my imminent plans to stake out my car tonight.
Ethan helped me figure out a plan of action for tomorrow, and I returned to my apartment relieved.
Mugged
Speaking of firsts...
Tonight Lydia and I were walking home from the subway station from the Brooke Fraser concert, and we got mugged.
I am still in shock.
I lost my purse, my wallet, my keys, my makeup, a friend's book aptly entitled Evangelism and the Sovereignty of God, my camera with 2 months worth of pictures from Tanzania, and my ipod.
The thing that I am MOST upset about losing is my two months worth of pictures and the picture of my DG that we took as a family at Sears three years ago that I had in my wallet. Those can never be recovered.
Nothing happened to us physically for which I am really thankful to God for.
Tonight Lydia and I were walking home from the subway station from the Brooke Fraser concert, and we got mugged.
I am still in shock.
I lost my purse, my wallet, my keys, my makeup, a friend's book aptly entitled Evangelism and the Sovereignty of God, my camera with 2 months worth of pictures from Tanzania, and my ipod.
The thing that I am MOST upset about losing is my two months worth of pictures and the picture of my DG that we took as a family at Sears three years ago that I had in my wallet. Those can never be recovered.
Nothing happened to us physically for which I am really thankful to God for.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Paris
In Shakespeare and Co. a famous bookshop located on the Seine across from Notre Dame, there are nooks and crannies where visitors from all over the world leave their marks. A few words here and a few words there. So I thought, 'Why the heck not?'
On a ripped piece of paper I wrote, for the lack of a better imagination:
It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Dreams come true in Paris.
Not that I've had a GREAT romance the pass few days in Paris, but I think it sums up all that Paris means to me, the embodiment of childhood dreams. As a child I dreamed of Paris. Of its famous monuments, of its paintings, of its streets, of its history and I thought to myself one day I will go to Paris.
And now I am in Paris, and I love it. Every minute of it.
On a ripped piece of paper I wrote, for the lack of a better imagination:
It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Dreams come true in Paris.
Not that I've had a GREAT romance the pass few days in Paris, but I think it sums up all that Paris means to me, the embodiment of childhood dreams. As a child I dreamed of Paris. Of its famous monuments, of its paintings, of its streets, of its history and I thought to myself one day I will go to Paris.
And now I am in Paris, and I love it. Every minute of it.
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