Human beings are Social Beings, by nature.

Today was so beautiful and sunny outside!! Not cold, not windy, not too hot, just right! So I met up with my friend and we went for a coffee at Second cup downtown. So we sit down and I start updating her on some of my weekend stories... And a lady at the table next to us, hears me saying "Haiti" and says to us "Wow, you said Haiti, did you say you know people from Haiti, I am sorry to interrupt...!??". Or something of that nature, I cant remember exactly what she said. Anyways... Long story short, we started off by talking about Haiti and its people and we ended up talking about our lives, her job, her kids, etc...

 She got very emotional about Haiti... My friend and I couldn't believe how some people can be so compassionate... And the lady had no friends whatsoever from Haiti, she was just simply feeling for them cause of what they have been going through after the huge earthquake which devastated them... We ended up talking for about 30 minutes or even longer.... She told us so many stories... About her life, how she met her husband, stories about her daughters, what her job is really all about and so many other things....

She was (well, still is) such a positive woman. So much energy this woman has! So alive! Many people would say "ohhh wow that WAS random" or would make fun of her.... Accept positive energy in your life people. Be happy when other people share with you their happiness, their experience, their dreams which they turned into reality. Be happy and smile at people who found the courage to share a smile with you today, to come and talk to you! Its not "random", it's not "weird". according to Aristotle, it's healthy, it's in our human nature to want to socialize!

Take off your headphones, turn off your i-pod when you take the metro... Listen to the sounds around you, start a conversation with a stranger, share a word with someone, brighten someones day!

God Bless that woman for being so alive and happy and positive. God Bless the people who are energetic and excited about life and their surroundings!

So.... Today I had a great day.... After meeting with my friend at the coffee place and after exchanging e-mails with the lady I mentioned above, my friend and I decided to go to the Museum of Fine Arts. We didn't take the metro, because it was so beautiful outside, so we walked and it was simply great! Here is a picture I took on our way to the museum.


Quote of the day:

"Happiness is when what you think, what you say and what you do, are in harmony..." Mahatma Gandhi.

(You can click here to find more about the spiritual leader Gandhi. And you can click here to find more about the great philosopher Aristotle)

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Good afternoon everyone!

   

Unsure

It's 5:15am and I am still awake. Yup, I think I might be suffering from some serious insomnia there.

Today was so unproductive.... Woke up at 1pm and then went to my university.... Then registered for some courses and then....surprise!! "Mister S." calls me to ask me to meet up.... wow. After Wednesdays explosion, now he wants to meet up.... Sunday all day he was trying to reach me, but I only answered a few hours later... Today was pretty cool though, he came and picked me up and drove to Centropolis at a cafe there... Had a serious conversation (finally!) after a long time...

Long story short: I don't know how I feel anymore, and if I want to risk my time/feelings anymore... So, we gonna take it slow and see how it goes... It pretty sucks though, 'cause I know he feels that if he "loses me" he will not forgive himself... I've been the best he ever had (Drake's song plays here tan tan tan) no seriously, he said it, his friends said it, and so on... Honestly... I don't even think I should give this a chance again.

Not because I wanna take "revenge" or to piss him off or anything like that. Pride comes second if there's real love. I think I shouldn't give it a chance cause I have doubts if people do change, if they can REALLY change. Does it happen? Old habits, die hard, they say. So, why should I go through this....when I know I can have so much better.... Just for the sake of love? Or love is what really matters....?
And this is my favorite quote on loves. And if you click here you'll get to my favorite quotes-website in genera, enjoy!

 

Memories of childhood

So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.
The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice. It said:
"If you please — draw me a sheep!"
"What!"
"Draw me a sheep!"


"Possibly the most beautiful book of the twentieth century, the Little Prince will appeal to the hearts of adults and children alike. It tells the story of a little prince, who falls to earth from a star, and of the airman, stranded in the desert by the crash of his place, who seeks to understand the prince's secret. The premise is simple and the story simply told, and yet Saint-Exupery creates a tale that is full of poignancy and hope.

As the little prince journeys the planets around his own home, Asteroid B612, he encounters a variety of individuals: the Conceited Man, the King, the Accountant, the Drunkard, the Geographer and the Lamplighter. Each one becomes a parable of human nature: or rather, the nature of adults. The Little Prince is a story about childhood, mortality (made all the more poignant by the fact that Saint-Exupery died in action in WW2, the year after the book's publication), friendship, love, hope and the magic in our lives that we are at risk of losing as we grow older. For me it held enormous personal emotional value.

For a so-called 'children's book,' this is one that will live with you for the rest of your life."
(cribbed from Amazon)

I started looking for the Little Prince book, but surprise surprise I don't have it anymore...! It's 11pm right now but I am having this strong desire to re-read the book that changed my way of thinking.... So for all of you who want to read the Little Prince and for some reason, either because you don't have the time or money to buy/borrow it or simply because you couldn't find it, here is a link where you can read it online (yayy). Enjoy!

When looking sick looks beautiful

This is a MUST see for the fake beauty ideal/standard the media is selling us.
http://boingboing.net/2009/10/06/the-criticism-that-r.html

"I am really disgusted with Ralph Lauren not just for the school yard bully approach to criticism, but the photo-shopped image is really misogynist and I am not the kind of woman that is constantly beating that drum, but now SKINNY is not ....enough? We... need to lose our ribs and internal organs to be attractive? The girl looks sickly. We wonder how our daughters get such poor images of themselves when this is what company's find acceptable"

So I was listening to the Radio a few weeks ago and the reporter was talking about Ralph Lauren and his new model and a front page of a magazine with this model... Then I heard about a blog that posted some hardcore criticism on what the image of the magazine depicts and Ralph Lauren himself and how he tried to close the blog's "mouth".... Too bad for him Canadian Laws allow freedom of web-speech (if that even exists). I posted the same comment with a link from that blog and the incident on a social website I follow and I am re-posting it here as well... Just go ahead...click the link and read the blog article... Lets see what your reaction would be... :P

Goofy Goober (<---yes I am a link, click on me)

"So I have this skrit... purple and gray horizontal stripes. I love it. I used to love it, anyways. It ties in the front, in the height of the belly. Very cute. It has two thin gray strings that tie in the front and keep some portion of the skirt hanging over them so that they dont show. The skirt is elastic and can stretch a lot but is really tight.

So I wear it one day to go to my friend's house. On my way I think of stopping at the grocery store to get some yogurt for me and fmy riend. Oh yeah we love yogurt. Instead of devouring ice-cream we made this deal to buy yogurt instead. And it works.

So back in my story. I am walking towards the grocery store. I walk up the zillions of stairs of the complex where the grocery store is. I push the door to open. I hold it with my left hand to facilitate the people behind me. I keep walking straight till I reach the entrance of the grocery store. I smile at the security guard who kept on starring at me since I was in the hallway holding the door. "It must be my cute skirt" I think to myself, "cause it makes my long tanned legs look really sexy. And hello, Ive always had guys starring at me wherever I go, so...get over it girl".

Not to sound cocky or anything, but its sort of true. I am taller than the average, have long hair, long legs, cute face, cute smile, strong upper body. No I dont look like a model cause if I did, I wouldnt have time to blog right now. I am an above average looking girl, "a big cute person" its how my afro-american guyfriend calls me.

So yeah, a security guard is starring like a dog, no big dealeeo. I keep on walking down the aisle, I pass the candy section, the can and oil section, ("why is this old guy with his wife and kid on the side looking at me"), now its the dry food section, the clothing section (where I should have stopped) and now I am on my way to the fresh food section. "What is wrong with these people, this girl was starring as if she never saw a tall person before".

Yeah, I get that wherever I am: in the metro, bookstore, at the doctors office, in the grocery store. On the left I see meat and fishhhh... on the right ...milk and butter... and an old creepy beer-belly guy whose eyes are stuck on my private lower area. And oh! finally! here is the dairy section. I make four big steps and I am right infront of the fridge with all the yogurts. Heaven!

I am taking my time. I want to choose the best-tasting, yet low-calory and low-price ones. This should be fun. I start by taking a quick look at the tabs with the price. $6,99 for 12x100gr, $4,75 for 1x750gr, $3,59 for 2x250gr...... I hold each one of the products in my hands to check for the fat, calories, sodium, vitamins... The old creeper with the beer stomach is still standing right next to me and it seems that he hasnt taken his eyes off my lower private area.

"What the heck. Hes in a damn grocery store what is wrong with all these pervs nowadays" I think to my self while giving him the dirtiest look Ive ever given to a person. I keep on starring back while having my left eyebrow up and my right hand holding my waist. "Oh yeeeeah you pig, you feel embarrassed now??" I am thinking. The guy turns around obviously annoyed. I turn around too. I need to go back to my little yogurt research but "aaghhh I just cant believe how some people can be! He is freaking 80 years old, he probably has a wife, kids, grandkids, a dog and a cat and its possible he has great-grandkids as well"

"And he has the balls (he probably cant feel them anymore) to stare at a female who probably has the same age as his grandchildren. Wow!". So I am trying to find the yogurt I was holding before the pervert annoyed me. Where did I leave it? Ah here it is! I reach down to get it but my eyes catch something else, much more interesting: my crotch which is hanging out of my skirt! No wonder why I thought I was getting thaaat many people starring at me today. (read the following with sarcasm:) How sexy and attractive they must have thought I was eh..! All people who saw me wandering down the... candy, can and oil, dry food and clothing section. Oh my goooodness where do I go to hide, I dont want these yogurts anymore, I want my dignity back!!!

ps. I want to thank that old creepy beer-belly grandpa who tried to give a hint of what was going on down there. Thanks again, old creepy guy.