What is the difference between actually needing someone, and needing the idea of them?
Is it that we want to hold their hand, spend time with them specifically, be wrapped up in their warm embrace, or do we just want a hand to hold; someone yet no one in particular with which we can feel happy and loved?
Do we get caught up with the idea of love and relationships, and all the implications it brings?
And is it the idea we fall in love with, rather than the person?
Maybe.
But,
Maybe all relationships begin with this idea.
Has anyone ever been like: "I had no idea that we would enter into this relationship before the very second that we officially did."
Don't think so.
Is it a selfish idea? Maybe even a dangerous one?
Are we supposed to shut down that idea, that need and desire to love and be loved and wait for it to ACTUALLY happen?
Again, don't think so.
But is there a fine line between the two? And how to we ride that wave?
Thoughts anybody?
K
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Anyone out there?
I was wondering if, in order to have a blog, you need to have some sort of theme that you follow when writing posts?
For example, my brother has a photo blog. He takes wonderful pictures and posts them. And only when he feels like it does he add his two cent's worth with some written words. After all, a picture speaks a thousand words.
I just recently watched 'Julie and Julia' in Theatres. The girl in that movie started a blog about cooking. In fact she cooked her way through a cookbook for a year, and wrote a blog about it.
And me. Well, I really don't have anything specific that I want or need to write about.
But, I figure, since there are a substantial amount of people doing the exact same thing as me, that's it's probably all right to keep going the way that I am.
K
For example, my brother has a photo blog. He takes wonderful pictures and posts them. And only when he feels like it does he add his two cent's worth with some written words. After all, a picture speaks a thousand words.
I just recently watched 'Julie and Julia' in Theatres. The girl in that movie started a blog about cooking. In fact she cooked her way through a cookbook for a year, and wrote a blog about it.
And me. Well, I really don't have anything specific that I want or need to write about.
But, I figure, since there are a substantial amount of people doing the exact same thing as me, that's it's probably all right to keep going the way that I am.
K
Saturday, August 15, 2009
6 weeks.
I think I owe it to you guys to write in English this time. I am home from Québec after all.
It feels good to be home. To have my own bed. To be able to eat my own food. Speak my first language. Have internet at home. Know how to do the laundry.
I felt humidity again today for the first time in 6 weeks.
With the St. Lawrence right beside you, you forget that humidity exists, because the fresh breeze from the water blows any trace of it away.
I read a chapter from Jeanne, fille du Roy today. A french novel. I've read the chapter before during Grade 12 French. But this time, I whipped through the pages, understanding so much better the meaning of the words. It was actually amazing. I feel like I've finally reached a level of french where I can do more than get by. Where I can have actual conversations, with old folks from an old folk's home no less!
All of the hard work, all of the years of study, all of the painful hours of wondering over the stange grammatical rules, are SO worth it, just when I realize that I can speak the language.
I'm definitely not fluent. Not yet.
But when I found myself in a francophone setting this summer, all of the grammar that I'd studied for so long all the sudden began making sense. And I began using it in an oral setting.
There's nothing cooler than realizing that you suddenly understand tiny little pronouns like "EN" and "DONT", and can use them on a regular basis.
Trois-Pistoles was one of the coolest expierences ever.
I'd do it again.
We'll see.
Enjoy the English.
I've missed you guys.
K
It feels good to be home. To have my own bed. To be able to eat my own food. Speak my first language. Have internet at home. Know how to do the laundry.
I felt humidity again today for the first time in 6 weeks.
With the St. Lawrence right beside you, you forget that humidity exists, because the fresh breeze from the water blows any trace of it away.
I read a chapter from Jeanne, fille du Roy today. A french novel. I've read the chapter before during Grade 12 French. But this time, I whipped through the pages, understanding so much better the meaning of the words. It was actually amazing. I feel like I've finally reached a level of french where I can do more than get by. Where I can have actual conversations, with old folks from an old folk's home no less!
All of the hard work, all of the years of study, all of the painful hours of wondering over the stange grammatical rules, are SO worth it, just when I realize that I can speak the language.
I'm definitely not fluent. Not yet.
But when I found myself in a francophone setting this summer, all of the grammar that I'd studied for so long all the sudden began making sense. And I began using it in an oral setting.
There's nothing cooler than realizing that you suddenly understand tiny little pronouns like "EN" and "DONT", and can use them on a regular basis.
Trois-Pistoles was one of the coolest expierences ever.
I'd do it again.
We'll see.
Enjoy the English.
I've missed you guys.
K
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Je m'ennuie.
Il prend du courage d’être ici après tout le monde a quitté.
Hier soir, je suis allé au Caveau Théâtre pour un spectacle d’humour. Un des animateurs du programme Explore est en train de commencer un acte du comédie, donc, j’ai pensé que je devrais aller, juste pour voir qu’est ce qui se passe.
Personne n’est pas venue avec moi. Je suis arrivé au théâtre, j’ai vu beaucoup de gens que je connaît (Ma prof, mon animateur, les autres animateurs/trices du programme). Mais, je me suis assis toute seule parce que je n’étais pas confortable de m’asseoir avec eux. Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais maintenant que le programme a fini, aussi le travail des animateurs. Ai-je le droit ?
Je veux que mon travail commence.
Fromagerie ce soir !
K
Hier soir, je suis allé au Caveau Théâtre pour un spectacle d’humour. Un des animateurs du programme Explore est en train de commencer un acte du comédie, donc, j’ai pensé que je devrais aller, juste pour voir qu’est ce qui se passe.
Personne n’est pas venue avec moi. Je suis arrivé au théâtre, j’ai vu beaucoup de gens que je connaît (Ma prof, mon animateur, les autres animateurs/trices du programme). Mais, je me suis assis toute seule parce que je n’étais pas confortable de m’asseoir avec eux. Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais maintenant que le programme a fini, aussi le travail des animateurs. Ai-je le droit ?
Je veux que mon travail commence.
Fromagerie ce soir !
K
Saturday, August 08, 2009
C'est fou. Absolument fou. J'ai fini 'Explore'. Hier, tout le monde est parti sur le train. À trois heure du matin. Euuh. C'est bizarre que le temps a passé si vite.
Alors, la deuxième partie de mon été peut commencer. Langue et Travail. Je commence mardi.
Je vais écriver plus demain quand j'ai plus de temps.
Maintenant je vais regarder un film Québecois avec des autres filles ici qui a resté pour Langue et Travail aussi.
K
Alors, la deuxième partie de mon été peut commencer. Langue et Travail. Je commence mardi.
Je vais écriver plus demain quand j'ai plus de temps.
Maintenant je vais regarder un film Québecois avec des autres filles ici qui a resté pour Langue et Travail aussi.
K
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