In the past week, 10 out of 14.

Azi am luat la pas strazile Parisului. A fost frumos, mai ales ca a fost soare.

The magic of real life which is also known to me as the goodness of God.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.

After a week of meeting crazy deadlines, unexpected run-ins, and golden conversations -

Today, I toast to friendships.

The kinds which you meet when you are yay-high in a church nursery, and go on to stand by you even though they’ve seen all your best and worst moments,

The kinds which accidentally happen, and later blossom into the best kinds of relationships you couldn’t even imagine living without,

The kinds that are fleeting, but leave permanent imprints,

The kinds that slip your memory occasionally, but when they come round, bring the biggest smiles to your faces,

The kinds that make you do the stupidest things in the world just because they bring out the best in you the way,

The kinds that you are forced to work with, and make you hate and love and love and hate,

The kinds which are borne of a friend-of-a-friend, or an accidental facebook error, those sekret friendships that you build along the sidelines,

The kinds that don’t need you to constantly be there, but know that you are there when they need you,

The kinds that make you burst out laughing the moment you see them and you can’t quite explain that sudden explosion of joy,

The kinds that at the very first meeting or conversation, reach out and grab part of your soul and just won’t let go,

The kinds that take your hand so that you won’t get lost, make sure you tread carefully on broken egg shells, whisper in your ear words of advice,

The kinds that can sit and do absolutely NOTHING with you, and get you by your worst times when you don’t even know it,

The kinds that you see every day, take for granted, forget to call or text, and only ring when you need favours (:D),

The kinds that grow into something more than friends,

And all the other kinds in between.

x

To all my friends, wherever you are,

I wish you love

La vie est belle, dit la fleur.
Et je me tue à vous le dire.
Et elle meurt.

J. Prévert

Insulita din mijlocul raului Erdre

So what’s the last thing I should do before going to bed?

I’ve just logged out of Friendster, logged out of Facebook, logged out of Yahoo!Mail, closed all the browsers, turned the computer off, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and did my “ceremony”. I was about to go upstairs when I remembered, “Oops, I think I have to do something.”

So this is it. Game.

I have so many ideas inside my head now. I want to write about many things, but of course, I can’t do that anymore (considering I’m already sleepy and super dizzy). First off…

Sorry for being too blunt last time. I just needed that big blow. Whew. Now I’m fine. I’m back to the normal world. It’s just that some things can’t be done the way I want them to.

Sometimes I have to admit that being busy is just another alibi. You tell someone you’re busy when you don’t want to see that person, or you don’t want to compromise. Sometimes a person subconsciously knows that he does not want to see another person. Of course he would not, and never say that he does not want to see the other one, but he just does not want to admit that. If you want something, you’ll do practically everything you can to have it—regardless of time, of money, of effort, of feeling, of condition, and so on. If you need something badly, you’re only goal is to have it, nothing else.

It came to a point that I got so depressed because of just missing someone. Before I thought people say they miss someone because they just don’t see each other. They just tell that for formality, and because it’s a culture-bound act. I was like, “You still find time to communicate, why would you still miss that person?” Well I’ve just realized, it’s not just about saying those words. It’s about expressing how much you are longing for a special person in your life. It’s not just about the way he looks, the way he talks, the way he cracks jokes—it’s about his whole personality. The most part that you’ll miss is when you’re with that special person. Even if you’re not doing anything, even if you’re just sitting next to each other, still the happiness you feel is unexplainable. (I don’t mean to be a hopeless romantic here, but hey, that’s so true.)

I always tend to look at the negative part first. I think that you should learn how to overcome the pain first (wow, pain! LOL.), then afterwards you can withstand everything.

I wish I would have the power of speech. I think it could have been better if I used different words, a lot deeper than what’s on here. And I’m probably yet to know if I just created another post out of my blurred mind now. But anyway, it would be better if I go to bed now.

Sigur ati vazut asa ceva si in Romania

si brutarul dumneavoastra va doreste o zi placuta

LOVE.

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So this weekend has been a little bit off the hook. Stolen credit card, police report, guilt and indignance all fused into one, mad ranting and raving, and I had to quit my job as a result. Also, I am confident that I jinx myself into these trials. Its like God gives me homework after I write down what I’ve learnt. Things like these always seem to occur after I put out some public declaration of my faith/wave my fists wildly at the world, and the like. Refer here and here.

So.. the good things about quitting:

I can now paint my nails and my weeknights are alot more free! Freedom from slavery!

Bad things about quitting:

I feel really guilty about just leaving like that I was just starting to get used to it.

x

I’ve been searching for words of encouragement over this period, and God gave some on Sunday morning.

Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Cor 12:8-9

I always knew this verse, but I never took note of the sentence in the front.  About how Paul prayed three times for God to take away the trial, but God didn’t, and responded as such. Suddenly it became so much more powerful with the context.

WITH CHRIST IN THE VESSEL WE CAN SMILE AT THE STORM

In doua ore plec la Paris si ma intorc duminica seara. Mi-e lene sa imi car laptopul cu mine, asa ca va fi un weekend fara net, fara mobil, relaxare totala inainte de prima zi de scoala.

Weekend cu soare sa aveti!

- m-am plimbat sa descopar orasul asta frumos (despre Nantes in alt post, ca as vrea sa pun si poze, dar momentan n-am cu ce sa fac)

- am vazut un cuplu certandu-se. a fost usor amuzant, tipul se oprea din cand in cand si tipa putain, merde! iar tipa il ignora complet

- am intalnit un grup de pustani irlandezi si scotieni simpatici

- am vazut un grup foarte mare de roleri pentru care s-a oprit circulatia pana au trecut toti…vre-o 15 minute asa. ultimul roller care a trecut avea un fel de prezervativ rosu pe cap si o plancarda pe care a insistat sa ne-o arate, desi era sa muste din asfalt cand a venit spre noi. scria pe ea:

pro…fes…eurs…

de sex

et du logic

- n-am mancat branza

- am descoperit piscina de langa mine

- m-am apucat sa citesc o carte…in franceza

bakit ba nagkakaproblema pa kahit hindi naman kailangan?  Ang saya saya ko pa ngayon walang pasok sa office, tapos chill lang sa bahay.  Tapos ganito.  Bakit kung kelan may iniintay kang mahalagang txt saka mo hindi marereceive?  At isa pa..

I was about to create a Tagalog post to vent it all out.  But I thought twice.  I can’t even put all the words together.  My phone is stupid; so am I.

Why do I always have to be the one wrong?  As much as possible I try to be perfect, and yet luck dumps me.  I know I am not the best girlfriend of all—I get jealous, I am insecure, I don’t know how to cook, I am possessive, I can’t conform with my man’s dress code, I know nothing about electronics, and I am not a genius.  I am just a simple woman who prioritizes my man, and knows nothing but make him happy.  I can’t be perfect, but I’m striving to be one, though.

I know you will not read this so please, just give me a time to say everything.  Anyway this is gonna be the first time that I’ll speak for myself, bluntly, towards you.

I love you.  I know you know that, but why do you have to be mad at me even for little mistakes?  You are not perfect, so am I.  I know you’re gonna tell me that if you were me you won’t even do that mistake.  But you’re not me.  And just please admit that I am not perfect.  If you think you are, go ahead.  Actually I was also thinking that you’re close to perfection.  But in times like this, I totally dislike you—not because I don’t love you.  I accept that attitude of yours, however I don’t like you getting extremely mad because of scenarios like this.  We all commit mistakes.  You and I commit mistakes, of course.  Sometimes when it’s your turn, I just accept it.  Did you hear anything from me?  Nothing, right?  Alright, it’s not your fault that I am kind, that I am considerate, that I just let go of that “anger” so to speak, but it is your responsibility to learn how to accept at times.  I know the next thing you’re gonna tell me is that you rarely commit mistakes.  Yeah, rarely, but of course you’re unaware of those other things.

You don’t even know I get mad because of these things:

• When you watched a movie with your friends when supposedly we’re gonna see each other even for just 30 minutes
• When you play DOTA all day when I am just behind you, waiting
• When you did not text me but the next day you were the one mad at me because I was not texting
• When you do not text me when I know that you can borrow somebody else’s phone just to do it
• When you do not even respond when I say “I love you” (I know what you have to say about this, but would it hurt your effort, or your load, to tell me that?)
• When you did not want me to go drinking with my colleagues when you postponed our going home together
• When I arrive at your building and you don’t even bother to greet me
• When sometimes it takes 3 days before you text me
• When you feel so comfortable that you don’t text me anymore
• When you are inconsiderate especially when you know it’s not my fault that I did not receive any text message
• When you don’t believe me when I honestly tell you that I am telling the truth
• When you don’t trust me when I am explaining
• When you think you are the only one correct
• When you shout at me
• When you think that I am doing something else
• When you don’t believe me
• When you think I have another priority when you know that you’re the first person in my list (next would be Jill, and the rest)
• When I tell you I love you and you seem you did not hear me
• When you get mad when you wait for me for just a maximum of 10 minutes, while I wait for you even for 15-20 minutes and still you heard nothing from me
• When you ask me to do something yet I can’t because the computer network is down
• When you can’t understand that I am not the problem—it’s either the computer, or the cellphone, or the mobile network itself
• When you get mad just because an old vendor shouted at me and I did not even care
• When you rarely give compliments
• When you tell me I am lying
• When you don’t even care to ask about what I’m feeling

I love you.  I just don’t like you to get even more irate.  I don’t like to worsen the fight.  For me it would be better if I’m just gonna say the reason behind, and apologize afterwards.  Why should we fight when we both know by tomorrow or the next day everything’s gonna be okay again?  Why should you be so hard on me?  I’ve been doing my best to live up to your expectations, but of course you should know I am not perfect.  And you should know you can’t create a perfect girlfriend.  You can’t even own one.  Trust me, I am probably the best girlfriend you’ll ever have.  And trust me even more when I tell you I love you, and if in case I lose you I’ll do everything I can to win you back.

I love you.  You don’t know how deep those words are for me.  I rarely say that phrase.  You won’t even hear me telling my mom, my brother, even my bestfriend about that.  I love you, and I will never do things I know will make you mad.  I am doing my best to be what you want me to be, but please don’t be that harsh on me.  Sometimes I fail you, sometimes you fail me, but more often than not, we’ll still get back to each other.  I am not forcing you to love me, but I am trying my very best for you to at least, love me.

I know it’s not a very good idea to create a post when you’re extremely depressed.  I know I just created a disaster on this blogsite.  I know I am stupid.  Just let me breathe.  I’m fed up. I just love you.  That’s all I know, and that’s all I can tell.

At one point in a relationship you’ll lose your excitement for each other—no more late night texting, no more everyday dates, no more sweet lines, and so on.  That’s perfectly understandable.  However, what surprises a girl sometimes is when her man suddenly becomes excited about the relationship again.  What’s even weirder is she did nothing new, nothing to make him excited again.  Most probably her man realized that there really is something special with her, and that he can’t find that attitude on other girls.

How you can make your man crave for you more and more:

Stop being super-extra-over-jealous.  Boyfriends like their girlfriends getting jealous sometimes, but not to a point that they have to explain every little thing they do in a day.

Wrong:

Girlfriend: San ka na naman galing?  Nakita kita kasama mo yung babae na may gusto sa’yo ah!  Tapos viniew ka pa nung ex mo sa FS.  Nakikipag-usap ka pa yata dun hanggang ngayon e!

Right:

Girlfriend: Di ba yung kasama mo kanina may gusto sa’yo yun?  Alam ko namang di mo ko pagpapalit dun kaya go lang. Yung ex mo nga pala viniew ka sa FS.  Siguro hindi pa nakaka-move on yun hanggang ngayon, kawawa naman.

However, if you’re not paranoid, you don’t need to tell this.  You just have to react when needed, but you don’t even care about his Friendster profile, neither his fans.

Stop asking too many questions. Guys never liked being interrogated especially if there’s really nothing to ask about.

Wrong:

Girlfriend: Bakit naman hindi mo sinabi saken na kasama mo lang mga kaibigan mo?  Di sana umalis na lang tayo.  Ayaw mo ba kong kasama?  Mas gusto mo pa yata yang mga kaibigan mo kasama mo kesa saken e.

Right:

Girlfriend: Sabihin mo saken pag aalis tayo.  Kung tatambay pa kayo ng mga friends mo, ok lang may next time pa naman tayo.

You have to understand that your boyfriend has a life.  He does not need to answer questions that you yourself can answer.  Better yet, keep your questions, and find out the answers by yourself.  Another thing, guys treat their friends as brothers, so don’t you expect that you’ll always be picked over them.  Sometimes they want to be with friends rather than their girlfriend.

Give him life. Most women think that men’s revolve around them.  If you have girlfriends, then they, too, have their boyfriends.  Never stop them when they play online games.  Never stop them when they have to stay overnight at a friend’s house because they’re finishing a project.  You don’t need to be with him all the time.  You don’t need to know what he does every minute.  You don’t need to join him with a reunion with his former classmates.  You don’t need to get mad if he’s going somewhere and he does not want you to come with him.  You don’t need to react to everything he says.  Bottom line is, you don’t need to be the boss.  Both of you are bosses.

♥♥♥

Have you listened to the song Good Good by Ashanti?  You should hear that.  If you’re insecure, that’s not your man’s problem, and he does not need to deal with it too.  If you can’t help but get jealous every time you see a girl beside your man, just keep your emotions.  Investigate.  It’s better if you have all the proofs first.  Proofs are not what people tell you, proofs are what you found out by yourself.  If you are naturally paranoid, just don’t let it be obvious.  If you’re mad but it just resulted from paranoia, don’t shout at your man.  You can vent out everything when you’re alone anyway.  Make sure to tell your man what you like and what you DON’T like when there’s time and when there’s nothing to argue about.  Good aura leads to good conversation.

Here’s another opinion that I can share with you.  If in case I find out my man has another girl, it’s fine with me.  Men are polygamous by nature, but they make it sure they go back to their number 1 (just make sure it’s you).  If this happens to me, I’ll just ruin the other girl’s life.  Everything can be controlled.  It’s just a matter of management.

So here’s the gift of prose—you can take practically any persona you’d love to—a child, a teenager, an adolescent, a boy with 7 girlfriends, a witty man, a promiscuous woman, a widow, a battered wife, a mother of four, a henpecked husband, a chainsmoker who killed his wife, a prisoner who is not guilty of any crime, a grandfather suffering from Alzheimer’s, a granny who loves to play with her false teeth, and a girl, unsure of herself.

She has been thinking of what to do.  She knows the right thing—and that is to shut up.  She thought twice, otherwise she would have not felt well for not being able to speak of herself.  Suddenly, she decided to vent it out—but still something keeps pulling her back.

She has been happy all this time even though there have been imperfections in her life.  She knows how to accept reality, and how to regret her life at times.  She lives her life to the fullest and does not mind what others might think of her—“Helpless” she thinks her haters gossip about her.  She did not, does not, and never will care.  She loved hearing criticisms people throw her, and loved how she’d react towards them.  Negative annotations of her are written on crumpled papers on her made-up trash bin.  While growing up she learned how to be strong, and how to play around sometimes.

One day she met a guy with a big bag of sense of humor.  Ridiculous, according to William Hazlitt, is the highest degree of laughable.  The guy is more than that, although sometimes because of too much ridicule, laugh is already exhausting.  She had fun with him, even if they’ve just met.  The following day they became closer, actually closer and closer each passing day.  At a point she got confused of their status.  She then asked him if there’s something going on between them—that is, if there’s “something” special between them.  The guy did not hesitate to say there really is.  She was surprised and did not know how to explain at first.  And since she never cared about what he might say, she plainly told him that she does not want to get attached to him.  The guy, as a grown-up, accepted her decision.  So they remained friends—good friends.

But do you know the whole story behind that?  You’ll never know if you’ll ask her.  She’s yet to find out.  Let me tell you the real score.

She liked him, not since day one that she saw him, but liking can be developed she says, so little by little, everyday, she liked him more.  She wanted to meet him, but there’s no way to do it.  Luckily that one day her wish was granted.  She met him at a place he, together with his friends, loves to go to.  It was very untimely, and she never expected what’s gonna happen the following days.

She has an attitude of not liking people when already close to them.  You’re going to be a saint from afar but if you’ll approach her, most probably she’ll turn her back.  Two things—either she’s going to like you more when she meets you, or be disgusted because of your flaws.  However she got confused with how she’s going to treat the guy.  She loved being with him.  He makes her happy, but she never wanted anything to hold them together.  Intrigues arouse and still she did not care.  She tried to make fun of everything but in the end she noticed by doing so she’s just fooling herself.  And she does not want to look stupid (Yet it definitely shows).  Questions arise from different people but her answer is direct.  She knows they can’t get anything from her.  She knows everything she is to say directs to either losing “their” friendship, or making “their” relationship uplifted.  She gets more and more careful these days.  And there is a purpose.

What would that purpose be?  I will never know.  If you ask her, you’ll just get nothing but a disappointed face—she will never like you asking questions she herself can’t answer.  Well if you’re going to ask for my opinion instead, I’d rather be quiet.  I think she is not confused.  I think she is happy now.  I think she likes his company.  I think he likes her, too.  I think it would be best for them to keep what they have now.  I think they’re better that way.  I think no matter how you tell her to stop, she wouldn’t.  I think if you ask her for explanations she’s going to say the same things over and over again.  I think there’s nothing you can extract from her.  I think she knows what she’s doing.  I think I’m right when I said that, but hey, I may be wrong.

Doctor: Are you pregnant?

Me: NO.

Doctor: Do you have a kid?

Me: Do I look like I have one? Of course I don’t!

Doctor: Alright.  You have to schedule a check up.

Me: (thinking) Fck. No. I’m dead.

Bleeding is normal for girls.  It happens monthly, but mine is a full month of bleeding.  What’s up with that?

it’s my right ovary dude.

I have been having my monthly period since I was 13.  However, this weird “thing” started last March.  The bleeding lasts for two weeks, then after a week, it comes in again.  Can you just imagine how much blood I lose?  That weird cycle is continuous, to the point that I was forced to consult the doctor.

Last August 3, I went to Medical City for an investigation.  Yep, you heard it right—an investigation.  “Something” was inserted into my body to check my organs.  When I got the result of the ultrasound, the doctor told me that I wasn’t ovulating that’s why I kept on bleeding.  You know what that means?? If this continues, I WILL NEVER BE PREGNANT. How about our twins?  How about a happy family?

I’m not that depressed anymore.  I’m just so positive that the prescribed medicine will work.

via bobopuppyhead

Brad & Jen will always be my golden couple, but this picture of  Bradgelina & family is too cute and definitely deserves a winning space

Alright.  So now I’m back after a month I guess??

Instead of answering my assignment I opted to create a post.  The reason behind?  I was motivated by a former colleague, Ayra.  (Oryt Ayra, if you’re reading this, yeah, you motivated me.  I have visited your blog.  And I was simply amazed that you have created millions of posts, even you’re busy.  Thanks!)

Updates.

I’ll tell you the most memorable things that have been happening to me.

I went to the doctor for a check up (It’s not an annual check up.  I just consult a doctor whenever I’m sick.) One day, or one afternoon rather, I woke up with my heart beating 10 times faster as your heart does—which made breathing a struggle for me.  Regardless, I still went to work.  I work Mondays thru Fridays 7pm to 4am.  I didn’t care about myself, I cared about the money that could’ve been wasted.  The next day I forced my mom to come with me for a consult.  The doctor said I am developing a heart disease.  My heart beats irregularly.  Was I surprised?  I wasn’t.  I have known it.  Everyone has their own disease.  And everyone will die.  It’s a part of life.  (Last words?? Ha-ha.)

I got employed. I was hesitant to tell everyone at first because I was thinking if I’ll broadcast the news then most probably what’s gonna happen the next day would either be termination or resignation.  But now I am so positive (I’d like to think that I’m so positive at the moment.) that I will never leave work.  I love my colleagues.  I love my job.  I love speaking English.  I love money.  I love the 15^th and the 30^th.  I love my off.  And I so love pissing *them off every now and then because I so freaking love to say that “Hell your funds cannot be released yet.  I can get a supervisor for you but I’m telling you he’s gonna say the same thing smart a**.”

I have been having my red days every two weeks.  I don’t know why.  I’m afraid to consult a doctor this time, or a specialist.  LOL.  I am afraid of the investigation that’s going to be made inside my body.  I can just imagine that machine, or that tool, or whatever you may call it inserted in my bbbbboody.  Anyway..  I am fine.  So long that I think I am.

PROUD FEEL-LIP-PIN-KNOW. Honskie and I bought the same shirts again (at T-shirt Project).  Both shirts got repaired. Luckily, mine is at least wearable.  His is not.  The sleeves don’t have the same width.  It’s so not like it, not like what he imagined it would be.  I sincerely apologized.  But it was not my fault, I know.  I just hated I compromised the shirt.  He told me there are no next-times of wearing it.  arrgh.

I had my phone g-masked. It IS a disaster.  Being too excited for making my phone look good is not a pretty good thing.  I paid $$$ for that and yet I did not get the look I wanted for my phone.  I thought my phone’s gonna be the totally cool absolutely hott one, but it’s not.  Oryt Mich, move on.  Okay. )

I got a new phone and Honskie and I are so on Globe.  It’s so fun fun fun.  Now I’m able to send my superdooper friends text messages.  Now I get to keep in touch with them.  Now my long lost friends are back, or maybe it’s the other way around.

I work on weekdays and go schooling on Saturdays.  I found out that I can stay awake for 29 hours or so.  I have a very awesome resistance to sleep.  How I wish I can maintain it. Ha-ha-ha.  When I am feeling sleepy at work, tendency is—when I speak, sentences become ungrammatical, which makes it not understandable, which makes customers irate, which makes them ask for a supervisor, which makes me wait a thousand minutes before I get one (until the policy has been changed), which makes my phone handle time longer, which makes me have the possibility of not get any bonus on the pay day (because if you won’t meet your stats, no bonus shall be given), which gives me lesser pay, which makes me upset, which makes me stressed, which makes my whole life a catastrophe. Good thing there’s Extra Joss.  More Extra Joss means more chances of palpitating—no sleeping; hence, dying.  LOL LOL LOL.

So there.  Right at this moment I am feeling so alright.  Honskie fell asleep as usual.  I am happy at work, in school, love life, and practically everything.  Two things when I create a post—either I am sooo happy, or I am sooo upset.

P.S.  I’m still not over you.  Ha-ha.  I am posting my poems here.  Now.

It’s really hard to think that there’s nothing wrong when there really is.  What’s even harder is that you can’t do anything about it.  Even if you’re trying your best effort to speak for what you are going through, you cannot—just because you anticipated what’s gonna happen.  And you practically know all the paths that your decisions may take you.

We all have the freedom of self expression but some chooses to neglect it.  Things might probably be better if worked out internally.  That is, just absorb all the pain your problems cause you, then get over the feeling, and move on.

The best thing to do is to blurt out everything when you have already gotten over the feeling.  Otherwise, you won’t really like what’s gonna happen afterwards.

(Chouche)

Sur tous les blogs, dans les journaux, dans les livres à la mode: partout, il n’y a que du cynisme. On présume du mal de tout le monde. On estime que si quelqu’un fait le bien, c’est pour son profit personnel. On cherche à tout expliquer en termes de capital et d’exploitation. Les théories de complot ont la cote – comme s’il existait un gros conventum du mal infiltré à tous les niveaux de la société qui explotait les bonnes âmes naïves. Avec le cynisme, on croit s’élever au-dessus du commun des mortels naïf et, en conséquent, stupide. Plus personne ne croit aux bonnes intentions, à la bonté, à la gentillesse. Juste une idée comme ça: est-ce que de flusher nos dieux à l’orée du 20e siècle, ça nous a aussi enlevé la confiance en la race humaine?

Pourtant, il me semble que de bonnes actions et des gens gentils, il y en a partout. Un exemple: l’environnement. On n’arrête pas de parler de l’être humain, cet être dégueulasse qui pollue sa planète sans scrupules juste pour faire quelques dollars. Et pourtant, dans les faits, jamais les hommes n’ont été plus conscients et plus soucieux de leur environnement. Il y a des tonnes de groupes environnementalistes qui veillent au grain. Ça a même atteint le monde politique et le monde des affaires, ce qui n’est pas rien! On est ostracisé quand on prend un sac de plastique à l’épicerie, cibole! Et pourtant, c’est encore à la mode de blâmer la méchanceté de l’homme par rapport à son environnement. Suis-je la seule à voir la quantité de gens de bonne volonté dans ce domaine et dans tous les autres ?

C’est comme dans Love Actually. Dans l’intro, ça raconte: “On dit qu’on vit dans un monde de haine. Pourtant, moi je vois de l’amour partout.” Je suis totalement d’accord. Je vois beaucoup de gens ouverts, qui font de leur mieux pour agir de façon morale. Des gens qui cherchent l’amour, qui veulent aider leur prochain, qui s’émerveillent devant la vie. Personnellement, j’en ai vraiment marre du cynisme. Et en voyageant, en rencontrant des gens formidables de partout, des inconnus qui ne parlent même pas ma langue prêts à me venir en aide, en voyant des beautés issues de la nature ou de la main de l’homme, moi j’ai plutôt envie de m’émerveiller sur le monde et d’être optimiste. Je sais, ce n’est pas à la mode…  Mais quand je sors dehors par une journée de printemps ensoleillée qui succède aux longs mois d’hiver, que tout me paraît beau et neuf, que les projets fourmillent dans ma tête et que j’ai l’intime conviction que tout est possible… alors je perds mes mots devant la beauté de la vie et il n’y a plus de place pour le cynisme. Il n’y a que l’émerveillement !

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