Changes

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There are many changes we go through as individuals where sometimes it is hard to see how far we have come until we take a look back into our past. As I perused old photographs and deleted miscellaneous pictures off my phone and computer, it forced me to think about the past. What has changed and how I have grown, if I have grown at all..and hopefully not exponentially.

I have a list of things I would like to do in life but over the past few years it has been to be settled and happy and still thirsting for life and adventure. It started really at university and then after I graduated university in December of 2007. It is hard to realize that it has indeed been years since that time. I remember orientation or FROSH as it popularly called. We were sorted according to discipline. I was in humanities so the people I met in my assigned group and who were also studying humanities were still people I knew years later.

This comes to mind as I am attending the wedding of one of these dear friends in a few weeks time. I remember her well as one of the first people I met at that orientation at age 17. Time goes by so quickly. Its as if it is on a constant escape to the next grand adventure wherever that might be. I finished my studies quickly. I enjoyed Political Science, English and Womens Studies, subjects that could help me understand how our society is shaped and could arm me with advice to improve it or at least write about it.

When I graduated at 20, I was lost as to what to do. My French was not wonderful at the time but I thought, ”Why not?” And with my parents’ blessing, I went away to Quebec and met all these wonderful people from Paris, Lyon, Montpellier, Belgium, Switzerland, L´ile de la Reunion, places I would have never imagined to meet people from. We would have get togethers and go out. Sometimes we would stay in and eat wonderful food. It was such an international, friendly, fun crowd. A few short months after my arrival, I was speaking an acceptable French and planning with my new friends, navigating Quebecois and French culture; it was a wonderful time in my life. I spent 2 years there more than I thought I would and was able to visit France with locals because of my new French bilingualism and my new friends. I had never lived alone for university, it was different being away and responsible for myself. Sometimes I enjoyed the people I met, sometimes I didnt and I wondered how it could be better. Anyway, I would go into stores and ask questions about items while practicing my French. I would perfect different subjects which helped when people would vary their sentences and ask something in a slightly different way than I had heard it before. I would become very confused and provided a much-needed puzzled look. When I had lived there for about a year, I met a girl who had come over from the South of France to live with her then-boyfriend. We were introduced through a mutual friend and we resulted in becoming quite good friends. I had never met anyone who spoke quite as quickly as she did. She would also write to me in a very colloquial French, not often written to me because I was not so gifted in colloquial French. I found when my mind was becoming less and less stimulated by my environment, this new girl was there ready to brighten me up even though she too was having issues. I remember her never really complaining about her situation. I remember however her as a bright light, loud and smart, always ready to take on the world and unafraid of giving her opinion. Many people underestimated her as being smart but I learned quite a bit from her.

I had not envisioned it would be difficult in Quebec because I was there to figure out what I wanted to do with life but I knew I wanted more out of my time and I wasn´t asking myself enough. I steadily began to get bored after a year and a half. Yet, this was part of my journey, the journey of figuring out where I fit in. I think back and think I could have done more but then I did accomplish quite a bit. I become fluent in French, made wonderful long-lasting friendships and had enough French credits to help me with my next venture.

There was a whole world out there to learn about and experience. Many of my new French friends decided to settle in Canada and not return to France but I, for some reason, had a burning desire to know more, to ask, ”Well, who else is out there?” The truth is Fail to Prepare, Prepare to Fail. I hate that phrase because I feel it takes the adventure out of things. Sometimes it is a wonderful rule to live by, sometimes not. I think if you are serious about making permanent changes, it comes from preparing for them. I speak from experience when I say that in certain situations, I wish I had prepared for them. I learned to think on my feet but sometimes there were wasted moments where I thought, ”Ok I need a backup plan. I really should have made it before but let’s see what sticks now’

A good example of this is when I went to Paris for the summer in 2012, to fall in love with the city on my own. I suppose it was and still is magical to me because I have this beautiful version of it in my head. I also went there so many times and love the romantic aspects I envision. It doesnt matter what misadventures I had there. I was drawn to it by its architecture. And I know, France and Britain are countries built on the riches of poorer nations but just a beautiful city. I never felt alone there. But there were situations where I could have prepared better there. The purpose though at that time was to enjoy, which I did. I´ll tell the lost in the suburbs of Paris next time

To be continued….

 

 

 

 

Heartbroken?

When we think about heartbreak? What is heartbreak?

Is it disappointment? Is it that you expected more? Are you giving more than you are receiving? Are you appreciated and feel appreciated every day?

Sometimes you can have a clean heartbreak and sometimes there is a consistent falling of the heart where you want more out of life, your relationship, yourself and it is cyclical. The cyclical heartbreak is not anymore hurtful than the former but it is consistent. Consistent means long-term effects that affect your daily life and how you function. How can we concentrate on happiness if negativity is always given a front row seat to our lives?

Perhaps some of you have seen Inside Out. It is a children´s movie. However, with all children´s movies, one must realize that they are written by adults. A lovely thing about most children´s movies is that it is meant to teach a lesson; something where we can take away and reflect on what we have seen.

In the film, there are different emotions that play into the different situations we experience in life. Each of these emotions attempts to help the child navigate and understand themselves. As the film progresses what we see is an alienation of sadness. Sadness is pushed into the corner, ignored and alone. Happiness, anger, fear and envy? are left behind to maneuver the individual to feel different ways. However, what we learn later is that every situation demands different emotional maturity as we grow older. We cannot avoid feeling the good without understanding what makes us upset. When we understand what our triggers are or the kinds of things that make us sad, it provides us with perspective and understand so that we may move forward and learn to love the positive aspects of life. We shouldn´t focus entirely on the sadness and negativity but we should understand the role that they play in our lives.

No one can be happy 100% of the time. We have ups and downs and ways that we are pleased or disappointed. When we become stressed or disappointed, what should we do? Do we retreat into ourselves or do we discuss the issue with others for perspective and therefore, afterwards create an action plan of sorts?

How we react to our ups and downs can help train us to be reflective, meditative and happier, positive people. Heartbreak as experienced through life,situations, other people who haven´t a clue how to feed or replenish our souls or to be there. Half of the time, it is about listening to the other party and really hearing them. Responding to what they say and trying to understand perhaps what is not said.

Listen. Meditate. Love

What is happiness?

Everything starts with the relationship to the self. How happy you are in work/relationship/family must first be dealt with by examining ones relationship to what things make them happy

When you think about how happy you are, for many years the question concerned how stressed we were which means that the discussion of happiness became secondary to the problem STRESS

Except can one truly escape stress? No, you cant. You can only learn how best to cope with it. Sometimes people become so overwhelmed and obsessed with what others are doing wrong or how they cannot seem to break free of the rut they have found themselves in, that they invariably result in doing nothing. The stress and the pressure renders them quite feeble and unproductive.

I remember I knew someone who said she couldnt sleep or eat because of her feelings about a certain subject. Her issue was that she couldnt change the way someone was acting. She could not cope well. It was as if someone else was in charge of her emotional state but how is that possible? Can others truly control our emotional states? If we allow them to, yes.

The question then becomes how do we concentrate on the self?

First lesson of the day: Breathe

7 seconds take a deep breath in, hold it for 4, breathe out for 8 seconds

Continue for 7 minutes

 

What is love?

Is love an undying dedication to another where you live for another and think only of that person?
There is nothing but the beginning and ending of this person
Is it love to feel immense joy and immense sadness because of someone?
Is love when you feel someone is your family or someone for whom you feel nothing but unbridled passion?
Is it someone you make organised plans with or someone with whom there is nothing but spontaneity and carefree freedom?

Is it being saddened by separation and thereby, missing a piece of your whole?

or is it standing on your own and watching your partner stand on their own?

Is it when you feel a part of every aspect of their lives or when you step back and appreciate things they do and ignore the things they don´t do?

Is it love to want to fix someone because it will improve them or is it love to let someone be who they are?

Is it love to constantly fix your problems or should love be easy?

When love gets hard, do you shut yourself off and wait for your partner to wake up or do you become vulnerable and embrace all the issues and problems and resolve them?

Is it love to expect that someone will run after you if you walk away? Is it love to accommodate someone or to let them accommodate you in everyway?

Should you expect something everyday? Appreciation, a touch, a hug or is all love varied and particular?
Is it love to be the support for everyone but yourself?

At what point, is it no longer love but a pursuit of hide and seek?

When you both have so much history and feel disconnected, how do you reconnect? How do you wake up and realize the disconnection has occurred? Or do you make space for yourself?

Should you just do as you want and expect that your partner love you unconditionally or should you go through all your decisions with your partner ?

At what point, does your love beg you to walk away or is it about enduring?

Paris <3 An undying love for a beautiful city and culture

I haven’t written about my summer trip/adventure to Paris a few years ago but I thought I should. It was terrible, amazing, fun and terrifying.

However, the story really starts around 7 years ago in Canada when I had just finished my undergraduate studies. I went to this little town called Trois Rivieres in the province of Quebec. It`s also where I really started to learn French. I only meant to stay 4 months and then 2 years just flew by. I met so many people, many of whom I am still in touch with today and got caught up in the romantized French people and culture as most of my friends happened to be French exchange students.

When I first arrived, it was January 2008 so mountains of snow in a sleepy town and a seemingly empty university. I started taking French classes that semester and met a Parisian girl who I am still friends with today and always ask, `Why me?` I didn’t even speak French well. I would stop and start and stop and start so many times because I always hesitated on my phrases.

There were so many people I met who made such an impact on my life and helped me experience things that I wouldn`t have otherwise. It was a strange period in my life. I remember immense joy and then periods of immense sadness, times when I wanted to be surrounded by everyone and times when silence was all I wanted.

Anyway this was part 1. I will share a Trois Rivieres story soon

Wanda Skyes Comments About NBC’s ”In Honour” Of Black History Month

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Wanda Sykes discussed NBC’s Black History Month menu commenting that, “It is Black History Month, that’s how they celebrate. New York City, you don’t have to know about Harriet Tubman, here is chicken.” She has a point. If that is the only way they are celebrating, it doesn’t really ‘celebrate’ anything. Black History Month is meant to be a solemn reminder of the past whereas food doesn’t really remind anyone of anything except, well, food. It also presents a stereotype, in that, all black people care about is food and to be honest, who would want to be defined by the food they eat?

PETA Seems To Like A Lot Of Porn

We always wondered where they got their inspiration. PETA is becoming more of a joke than an organization dedicated to the ethical treatment of animals. They attack and harass people, they have lewd, overly sexual ads and now they have Sasha Grey as their poster girl?! (For those who don’t know and we are sorry to tell you, Sasha Grey is a porn star) Featuring a porn star saying “Too Much Sex Can Be A Bad Thing” does not help your cause.

Ever thought that maybe they aren’t looking at the words, but the nude pictures?

For example

We just think it’s more degrading than raising awareness.

Don’t Cry Jamie Oliver, You Can Still Help The OBESE!



Stop this crine shine Jamie, cheer up and get back on that horse. Television chef, Jamie Oliver has gone and done an odd but challenging thing for his new series Jamie Oliver Food Revolution. He’s gone to America’s “fattest city”, Huntington, West Virginia, where most are fat (or the politically correct term obese but seriously, a spade is a spade) and happy! We say happy because they just aren’t following any of Jamie’s healthy advice.

Sobs Jamie, “They don’t understand me. They don’t know why I’m here.” While a source revealed, “His tears was the lowest we’ve ever seen Jamie. He is normally so upbeat but the scale of this challenge got to him. Everywhere he turned, he was face with obstacles. People were outwardly hostile to some of the ideas he put forward. He felt so alone and thought at times of packing the whole thing in.”

He even went to a school where he asked school children to identify fruits and vegetables, disappointedly discovering they didn’t know the difference between potatoes and tomatoes.

How do children not know the difference between a potato and a tomato? They’re not even the same colour!! Those parents should be ashamed of themselves!

Sadly, we think they might be better left with a McFun cart than healthy alternatives but “help those who cannot help themselves” or is it “you can’t help those who can’t help themselves”?

Be strong!

Three Indians Denied Entry Into Australian Bar

Last year, there were nearly 100 cases of attacks on Indians recorded in Australia. This year seems as if it will be no different as yet another incident of racism has been reported on. Three Indians were refused entry into Australian bar, Melbourne Centre Lion Hotel. Among a group of three Nepalese and three Indians, the Indians were singled out for no apparent reason. Nepalese citizen, Sujan Pathak said, “We had gone to the bar to throw a farewell party for one of our friends, Abhishek Aggarwal, who is about to leave for India”. When they called police, they were told that this was not a case of racism and the “[police could do nothing about] it” and “they had better find another bar”. As a side note, all bars in Australia display an outdoor notice stating their right to turn away any customer without explanation.

Aggarwal said, “We were not drunk, we were carrying our age proof, we were properly attired. But still they said ‘you guys can’t get in’. They didn’t give us any reason. We waited there for 10 minutes. All other guys were getting in… but we were not allowed to go inside.” Further, his response to police saying it was not a case of racism was, “This not about this bar or that particular bar. This is about my dignity, my race…It’s a case of racism.”

This is deeply upsetting. It’s as if the Civil Rights Movement never occurred and that segregation is being condoned by authority figures. It is also with great sadness that we say that this skims the surface on how deep racism runs. Funnily enough, Australian authorities maintain that the country is a safe place to work, live and study. However, 21-year-old student Nitin Garg was stabbed to death by unidentified assailants this month! Last month, Ranjodh Singh, another Indian student was killed in New South Wales. How is that SAFE?!!

When will racism stop? It seems childish and naive to say it but it’s true. How much hate do people have to justify ending the lives of people based on their colour of skin?

Another Way To Make Earth Become Pandora

Informing yourself.

Yesterday, the TCA Winter Press Tour kicked off in Pasadena to promote PBS’ INDEPENDENT LENS documentary “DIRT! The Movie”. The film is meant to raise awareness about the unique world of dirt and its historical contribution to our lives. It also discusses how mistreating it can result in natural disasters. Jamie Lee Curtis takes on the role of narrator headed by filmmaker Bill Benenson, the TreePeople founder and president Andy Lipkis, filmmaker Gene Rosow and series producer Lois Vossen.

Natural disasters are a sad reality of our existence but dirt abuse is one contributing factor of a multitude of problems currently straining Earth’s resources.

It would be nice to create something like this one day but ”Earth Day” should be every day not one day.

If this documentary has piqued your interest, it will air April 10, 2010 on PBS.

Uggly Choos


Hmm, what a telling title.

Jimmy Choo for some bizarre reason is partnering with Ugg Australia to provide a five-piece collection, limited edition called Ugg & Jimmy Choo.

”Design details that embody the spirit of the Jimmy Choo brand will be put onto Ugg’s sheepskin boots”. If it maintains that horrid shape, it doesn’t really matter. Does it?!

The collaboration is priced at $595 to $795 and is set to be sold at Jimmy Choo and Ugg Australia stores and e-commerce sites among others. If these gems are your kind of style, you can get them when they release in October.

Ugggh

Crazy!


Paul Grabham killed Kirsty, his wife while she was working in a massage parlour as a prostitute. She was found in a suitcase last year at Bridgend dumped under a bridge on April 6.

If you’re thinking it had something to do with prostitution or massage parlours, it’s not. Grabham met Kirsty in a massage parlour as a client. After they married, Grabham also became a prostitute and sold his services with her on on their joint website.

Their violence towards each other was substantiated by neighbours saw Grabham lifted his wife by the throat off the ground and via the facial cuts that sometimes appeared on Grabham, courtesy of his wife. They were also constantly heard arguing by neighbours.

Though Grabham reported his wife missing a week before; he is now is court denying murder charges.

GUILTY!!

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