Thursday 13 December 2012

time (12)

Does it ever feel like an hour, a day, or a week is just going by so slow? Then looking back, it actually seemed to have passed pretty quickly? That happens to me all the time. What I've noticed though, is that time only goes by slowly when we're not enjoying it - when we're not happy. In that case, we're just going through the motions, trying to get through the day. Then when we look back it all feels like a blur, as if time just flew by. Compared to when we are happy, and enjoying ourselves. It has more of the opposite effect. Flies by when when it's happening, then appears slow or long when we're looking back. I guess that's why people say "time flies when you're having fun."

tis the season (11)

Christmas is only 12 days away, and I'm hardly feeling the holiday spirit. Which is kind of sad, because it's really the only the I enjoy about winter. Also, I haven't even started my Christmas shopping... Thinking of gifts has been so hard, and I've been so busy. Hopefully this weekend I can wrap things up, rather than waiting till the very last minute.

Bucket List

  1. Play ball with Obama
  2. Skydive
  3. Climb a very large mountain
  4. Skinny dip in the ocean
  5. Learn to play piano
  6. Live in Africa for awhile
  7. Get up and go
  8. See Kanye West perform live
  9. Meet Will Smith
  10. Run a marathon
  11. Travel to every continent
  12. Ride an elephant
  13. Adopt a child
  14. Build a tree house, fully furnished
  15. Learn another language
  16. Watch the ball drop at Times Square
  17. Go to Coachella
  18. Backpack around Europe
  19. Make a big donation to charity
  20. Coach a basketball team (to a championship)
  21. Learn sign language
  22. Set a world record
  23. Sponsor a child
  24. Send my parents on a vacation
  25. Go on a safari
  26. Volunteer in an undeveloped country
  27. Pretend like I live in IKEA
  28. Publish a book
  29. Pay off my parents’ mortgage
  30. Get locked inside a store for a night
  31.  Plant a tree
  32.  Drink straight from a coconut
  33. Roadtrip from coast to coast
  34. Cut my hair for cancer
  35. High five all of the Winnipeg Jets
  36. See Pay it Forward
  37. Graduate from university
  38. Go Christmas caroling
  39. Volunteer on Christmas Eve
  40. Surf in Hawaii
  41. Learn how to surf
  42. Read Pay it Forward
  43. Use a ouija board
  44. See the NCAA Final Four
  45. Go to Tavarua (heart shaped island in Fiji)
  46. Become left-handed
  47. See the pyramids in Egypt
  48. Kiss a stranger
  49. Pay for someone's groceries
  50. Dine & dash
  51. Meet Mickey Mouse
  52. Take an art class
  53. Be in India during Diwali 
  54. Be reunited with the boy I love
  55. Open up a bakery/cafe with my best friend
  56. Get my own place - a cute, cozy place
  57. Messy Twister
  58. Get matching tattoos (maybe only temporary)
  59. Stay overnight in a haunted house
  60. Learn to crack eggs with one hand
  61. Go to a church service, simply because I want to
  62. Make a notable, long lasting change
  63. Celebrate at the Carnival in Rio de Janeiro 
  64. La Tomatina in Spain
  65. Pingxi Lantern Festival in Taiwan
  66. Panafest in Ghana

Tuesday 11 December 2012

reading reflection #11

@jamiedupasquier: The Fault in Our Stars (97). So good! Incredible how, when in times of need, the perfect thing/person can come along. @Cre8tiveHavoc #RR11

Tuesday 4 December 2012

reading & writing reflection #10


Writing:
                When we were first introduced to Twitter Fiction, I wasn't too fond of the idea. Short stories alone aren't exactly my thing. Which is why as we started writing, I thought it would be easier to write a series of Very Short Stories, each being their own individual tweet. However, thinking of 30 didn't come very easily either… So I changed my plan, and began writing an extended Twitter Fiction Story. Only when I was about halfway through, it still was not quite satisfactory to me. What next? Looking at my work, thinking about it, I really enjoyed the first Very Short Stories I had written. With that, I changed my mind one last time and wrote the remainder of my Twitter Fiction in that form. Getting started was rather frustrating for me, deciding what I’d like to write and where to go with it. That's something I've come to learn though, about myself as a writer. The first step is always hardest. Until I get going, then the ideas just flow. As for publishing myself and my work on Twitter, it didn't really matter to me. I simply found it as a fun thing to do, making our work worthwhile – since people could see it.

Reading:
                I never got around to reading an entire Twitter Fiction story. Although I did read bits and pieces of Harper Collin’s story, as well as Taylor’s. I found them both to be very intriguing. From what I did read, the plot lines were excellent! I probably could read their entire stories for those reasons. Tay’s story had so much description and emotion, making it almost impossible to not get into. However, I’m not a huge fan of the fact that it’s on Twitter. Reading sections at a time, having to scroll, almost reading everything backwards (from the bottom of the page up.) Perhaps I have a short attention span, or something to that effect, but I really just found it annoying more than anything – spending an entire class “reading” continuous Twitter. The only thing I did like about the whole “one or two sentences at a time thing” would be the suspense it creates. If the story really is interesting, readers will come back. It’s almost like a cliff-hanger after each tweet. Seeing as Tay’s Twitter Fiction is also posted on his blog, I’ll definitely have to check that out, to finish what I've read so far.

Twitter:
                I've always seen Twitter as more of a social network for people who feel the need to have their every move documented. However, this assignment changed my perspective of Twitter. That could be because we’re using it as a professional account for academic purposed, and aren't being naturally exposed to those parts of Twitter. Or, because I’m noticing that it can actually be somewhat resourceful. Depending on who you follow, we’re able to get updates from different things we’re interested in. For example, I follow the Boston Celtics, my favourite NBA team. That enables me to get the latest news on them. Also, hash tags can be pretty useful if you’re looking to know more about a certain subject. Or how several ideas can be related and associated with one another through a couple words. Again, like Twitter Fiction, it’s a cool way to get your ideas and your work out there. Anyone can see our tweets, worldwide. I’m not too sure how else we can use Twitter for classroom purposes, other than to promote our ideas or our work. Only I do think it’s a neat idea how we've done that already.

Thursday 29 November 2012

twitter fiction

Here is a list of my Very Short Stories that I've been posting on Twitter this week for the Twitter Fiction Festival!

  • Emotions ran deep as the ocean. Only two possible things can happen: sink or swim.
  • “The first snowfall is always the prettiest,” he told her. “Until it gets mixed with dirt and turns to slush.”
  • “Bundle up, its cold outside.” She smiled, nodded, knowing that would never help her cold heart.
  • She was shy. Afraid of something new. Different. “You’ll never be great without taking chances,” she told herself.
  • “Hi there,” she greeted. “Hello,” the older couple smiled back. “Have a nice day.” They had no clue. That hurt her.
  • I crawled. I walked. I ran. I jumped. I flew. I fell. You caught me.
  • It was bright, blinding almost. Yellow, orange, pink and red. The sunrise appeared so gentle, yet deceivingly burned so hot. 
  • His voice is gentle, soothing. My own personal lullaby. It’s the first and last sound I wish I could hear every day.
  • A smooth sphere covered in subtle bumps made for grip, which I know oh so well. The feel of a basketball is one I could never forget.  
  • The smell of fresh air. The smell of a basketball gym. The smell of home. The smell of him.  There isn’t a feeling I love more.
  • We were in the middle of nowhere. The water began to taste like rust, reminding me of blood. I then realized, it’s hopeless.
  • She gazed at the city through the window of her small one bedroom apartment, wondering, is this is?
  • We all have a choice. To let our past make us better, or bitter. He chose neither.
  • She got tired of the tears. Tired of the heartache. The day she’d had enough, he finally began to notice. To care.
  • All she ever wanted was to do good by her own means. Karma, she believed, would take care of the rest.
  • “Don’t worry about what you can’t control. Instead, focus on what you can.” She couldn’t tell the difference. That worried her.
  • The sadness in his eyes showed somewhere he’s been that would never allow him to see the world the same.
  • Her biggest problem was how cold her water tasted after chewing mint gum. He hasn’t had a single thing to eat all day.
  • “What are dreams?” “Dreams are anything you want them to be. Places you’d like to go. People you wish to see.”
  • As he aligned his feet, bent his knees and set his arms, thoughts of doubt flooded his mind. With a flick of the wrist – he missed.
  • He was the last man on earth. He heard a knock on his door.
  • She gave him her heart. He gave her his heart. He took it back. She was left empty and cold, with nothing to keep her going.
  • I walked the long smooth road, to be sure no unexpected bumps or cracks could set me off course.  I regret it.
  • He kissed her forehead, turned, walked away. Never look back, he told himself. There’s so much more for me. But he was not convinced.
  • “Why do bad things keep happening to me?” “To prove that you’re worthy of all the good you cannot see,” a voice he didn't recognize.
  • He gazed upon the same ocean, the same way they always had. It really was a completely different world without her by his side. 
  • She awoke smiling, happier than ever. Her soldier was coming home. Lonely was another night, crying herself to sleep.
  • The beautiful sunrise gave her a glimpse of hope. Until she remembered what day it was. No other pleasant thought crossed her mind.
  • She sat innocently, alone in the corner of a local coffee shop, wondering if anyone knew what she had done.
  • “Having money isn't everything. Not having it is,” the man said to himself, finally comprehending the importance associated with it.

Monday 19 November 2012

writing reflection #9 / twitter fiction check-in



                It’s hard to say how close to “done” that my Twitter Fiction story is. I started off with a few one tweet stories, thinking that would be much easier. Only, I ran out of idea quicker than I was expecting, and found it much harder selecting words that could really get a message across in a short 140 characters. Which is why I began writing an extended story instead. However, with an extended story, I’m not too sure how to get my message across or how to complete the story within approximately 30 tweets. Honestly, Twitter Fiction is just not for me. I find both extremes are difficult.
                On another note, I feel as though I’ve included most of the criteria on our Twitter Fiction To Do List. Dialogue seemed to be the easiest, whereas imagery I’m finding a little more difficult. I also chose to write my story in first person narration, which makes it easier to get feelings across to the reader. I personally feel that we can be much more accurate in describing what we see, feel, hear, smell or taste, compared to someone else trying to interpret our take on those same things. Also, I’m realizing that I should probably start thinking about images I’d like to attach to my tweets to further the visuals in the story. Overall, my Twitter Fiction is beginning to come along nicely. However, there is still quite a bit of development and editing to finish.
                Once everything is complete and our tweets are organized in complete stories, I’m curious as to how we will be posting our work. On our blogs? On Twitter? If we actually are posting them as tweets, in what order? They would have to be backwards in order to make any sense – starting with the last tweet in our stories, making our way to the very beginning. They’ll also be interesting to read.



Wednesday 14 November 2012

I'll be strong (10)

"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." - Martin Luther King, Jr. (1963)

"Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength." - Michael Jordan


The two quotes above may not seem too relevant to one another. To me though, they mean nearly the same thing. Revolving around the idea of determination, persistence, and strength. Which I believe are such important qualities to have. However, they're not developed and cannot be measured, by all the things that come easily to us. It's the challenges and the struggles we push ourselves through, that force us to grow, that develop our character. Often, the most difficult things to achieve are the most rewarding.

looks can be deceiving (9)

I always take two buses to and from school, transferring downtown where there are all sorts of people. One day last week, I was waiting in the bus shack for the bus where I normally do, when an old women sat next to me. She showed me a loonie and said she didn't have enough for bus fare. I honestly don't think I have ever personally given a stranger money. Until that day. Even now, I'm not really sure how I feel about it. 

The crazy thing is, we never really know anyone's story. Where they've been or the things they've seen. It's almost impossible to tell whether someone really needs and wants our help, or if our contribution is actually worsening their situation by their own means. Looks can be deceiving. However, that's no right to judge.

Monday 5 November 2012

reading & writing reflection #8


Reading Reflection:


Book: The Help
Author: Kathryn Stockett
Pages Read: 100-125

                I had just finished reading The Book of Negroes, which I loved. So I decided to follow up with another novel – The Help – confronting a related issue. The idea of racism and discrimination is a really touchy subject that I’d find hard not get into or to feel passionate about. Like many of us, I feel strongly against is. And although there is much more equality today than there has been previously, it is still an issue in society.
                What I found really interesting is when Aibileen, a coloured maid, points out the fact of white people despising blacks so much, yet they still hire them to look after their own children. The black maids and housekeepers raise their children, who turn out just fine, yet the whites still have such disrespect for them. Miss Skeeter also mentions that idea later on. The irony of it all. She understands how it is to be raised by a coloured woman – how simple it can be and how complex it can be. However, I really like Aibileen’s point because in reality, it makes no sense. The fact that some people can decide someone is lesser due to the colour of their skin is unreasonable and illogical. It’s ironic, how someone can be raised by a person and grows to love them, until one day that person becomes exactly like the rest and starts to see things in black and white, disregarding all they’ve ever known of the person they grew to love. 


Writing Reflection:


                When we were first introduced to Newspaper Blackout Poetry, I wasn't too fond of the idea. We're just supposed to for words? Single out the ones that stand out? That almost sounds too simple. Then you need to string them together, in order to actually create a story or a meaning. Yeah, that makes more sense. There's always a catch. We also need to be more cautious of our word choice, in order to get the message across. Since we're using such few words (generally), it seemed easier to use clear, precise words.
                What I found difficult though, was how we're not supposed to read the article or pay attention to the content, but simply scan for words. That was hard in the beginning. However, like anything else, once we get going we get the hang of it and ideas come more naturally. So the whole process did become easier. Fun, even. After creating my own Newspaper Blackout Poetry, I find the concept really neat. How we're really subtracting words, rather than adding them. 
                It's an awesome way to get yourself to think outside of the box. Personally, I found creativity within myself that I didn't know was there. On another note, something that came as a surprise to me was how naturally a theme came across for my three poems. When we were told that they all had to be a part of a theme, I couldn't see that happening. I thought I would have to write a ton before finding a trio that related. Then, to my surprise, it all unfolded perfectly. Newspaper Blackout Poetry is easily my favourite writing form we've done so far.

Monday 29 October 2012

reading reflection #7


Book: The Book of Negroes
Author: Lawrence Hill
Pages read: 438-470

                Since our last Reading Reflection, I have managed to complete my book, The Book of Negroes. Before reading it, I had basically heard how amazing a story it is, from anyone who saw me with it. Now I too, can say the same. It’s one of those books, where if things don’t turn out in the end for the main character, it leaves you feeling a little sad. Aminata Diallo just becomes such an admirable character, as she tells us her life story.
                In the last few pages Aminata is reunited with her daughter, May, who has basically been kidnapped by someone she’d trusted, years ago. I was really surprised by that. I supposed that if I really thought it through, as a reader, I could’ve figured that out long before the fact. Only I did not at all predict that. I really thought she was long gone, and the two would never be reunited. It was a really nice surprise to read, in a way, knowing that even though she didn’t return to her village of Bayo, something has been rewarded after all she lived through. This made me think of karma. Surely, Aminata’s entire life had been devoted of her very own survival, which makes it almost hard to believe that good karma exists – until then.
                On another note, during a discussion about slavery with a white man, Aminata tells him they had an expression in her village, “beware the clever man who makes wrong look right.” When reading the expression, so many words come to mind: trust, dishonesty, cruelty, justice, disappointment. It would be nearly impossible to go your entire life without trusting a sole person. However, we never really know who is genuine in their means, and who is only in it for themselves. It can be dangerous putting your confidence in others, when there are so many ways to interpret situations, and when this are so easily twisted. I really like that expression. I find it to be a good caution to take, reminding us not to be too naive. 

round 2! (8)

Last spring, a friend and I took the initiative to coach my ten year old sister's basketball team. We played together a few years ago, and both kind of drifted away from the sport for the same reasons, only we thought it'd be another great way to keep our love for sport alive. Which it was. We had a ton of fun getting to know the girls, and teaching them what we know.
Now, there's an eight year old boys team that did not have a coach for this season. My mom received an email about it and asked if I was interested. I was actually surprised at how excited I got, having another opportunity. So Sabrina and I are going to coach another team together, staring Friday! I'm so excited. Plus it's little boys rather than girls, so that should be interesting!

Thursday 25 October 2012

newspaper blackout poetry!

An inconsistent world leading dreams on an uphill battle. Stay positive, be relaxed, hold on.
To dream is not to replace memories.

Hope demonstrates what we believe.


"It's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along." (7)

These lyrics (the title of my post) are from Maroon 5's song She Will Be Loved. As simple as the phrase is, it means to much to me.

Nothing in life is ever going to be perfect or good, all the time. There are ups in downs in everything we do and in everything we're a part of. No matter how much we may have in common with someone and no matter how similar we might be, we will always have differences and disagreements. What really shows a friendship or relationship's worth though, is how willing we are to work it out. Anything worth having is worth fighting for, or worth compromising about.

I feel that too many people give up too easily. Especially when it comes to other people. Rather than realizing the reality of it all. For awhile now, I've found these lyrics coming up in my head whenever I am having a disagreement with someone important to me, or being selfish rather than understanding.

writing reflection #5

Question #1:


                Lately, with all this talk about graduation and what comes after, I’m slowly realizinghow competitive the “real world” can be. A month ago, I had absolutely no ideawhere I might find myself once high school is over. I was stressed andoverwhelmed with all this sudden added pressure. Only it wasn't due to a lackof ambition. Or that I had no idea where I’d like to go, but simply because I found myselfhaving too many. Too many ideas, too many possible interests and a missingpassion to actually pursue any that I haven’t yet found. 
                Now that things aresetting in a little more, it’s all less overwhelming and I've began to find myway. What I’d really love to do – somewhere along the line – is work with anInternational Aid Organization. When I began thinking this was a possible careerchoice, it was surprising even to me. I have never been particularly interestedin history or social studies courses at school. Instead, I missed out onlearning World Issues, World Religions and other similar topics because ofcourse options I never even considered taking. Only, this is the first career path I’dreally honestly considered and looked into. 
                Since as long as I canremember, I’ve been wanting to participate on a Mission Trip to another countryin need. I’ve recently found that diversity of other cultures and religions interestme more each and every day. Plus, a career in that field would allow me travel(hopefully!). Mostly though, it would be fulfilling. I’m not sure if I couldspend every day going to work, then coming home without a sense of fulfillment. 
                So, with that said, I’d like to attend the University of Winnipeg’s GlobalCollege, to study Human Rights & Freedom. Whether or not I attain thesegoals, no one knows. But, at least I have goals set in place. We all need tostart somewhere, which is why I plan on doing more – more for the community;locally and globally, working towards the person I want to be and the change Iwant to see.


Question #2:

 Comment #1:
http://goo.gl/pqxJO
The first comment I posted was in Jacqueline's blog. I posted it because when I saw the picture of all the Disney characters and her writer's comment underneath, it got me thinking about my childhood and how it would have been so much different if all those movies and characters weren't a part of it! I've always loved Disney movies, still to this day. It's great to see that others do as well. Many children these days watch really different things, that definitely don't live up to the classics we grew up with!

 Comment #2:
 http://goo.gl/IyNmk
My second comment, I posted on Sam's blog. With all this talk about future plans and goals, seeing his post made me smile a little. It was hopeful, knowing that at least someone knows what they want to do, and the direction they want to go once we're done here. It's not always that simple figuring these things out - especially with so much pressure.

 Comment #3:
http://goo.gl/2a5zu
The third comment I posted was on Jordan's blog, about one of her Six Word Memoirs. It said, "I'll grow old and be strong," which I found interesting, because I think that's what we all want. I know it's what I'd like to achieve anyway. It was another post that lifted my spirits a little, knowing how much some people appreciate their family, and look up to them. It got me thinking, about how we all need something we aspire to be.


Question #3:

After posting a few comments on other's blogs, it's not that I found the process to be difficult, I just didn't really know how to start a discussion. To me, a good comment shares your opinion of some form of insight on the topic of the post. Whether it's agreement or another view. A bad comment, in the other hand, would be one that is either all praise, or all negative. Neither of those will result in a discussion. I also once read, "too much agreement kills a conversation," which is so true. It doesn't leave much else to say. What I find cool about leaving comment on others' posts - and receiving comments - is the whole idea of seeing another person's view on the same topic. It could generate ideas, or get us thinking. It's also nice sometimes just knowing what others have to say, rather than being stuck on your own thoughts. Comments are great feedback.
 

Saturday 13 October 2012

reading reflection #5 / character iphone

This week, rather than writing another reading reflection, we took a break to change things up. Instead, we were asked to create an iPhone for the main character of a book we're reading. I thought it was a pretty neat idea.

I'm reading The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill, which takes place in the 1700's. Of course, there wasn't much technology around at that time. Which is why I found it a little tough, creating apps she would have. So I based it off of things I felt would be useful to her character during that time, in one way or another. I think that by my brief explanations of the apps, you'll get the just of things.

As for the back cover or case, it's mainly a sunset, representing what Aminata mentioned about not trusting great waters and pink skies. There's also a ship, since she spent a few months on a slave ship, crossing those waters. Then I also attempted to copy part of a prayer written in Arabic, because she is Muslim, and always finds herself turning towards Allahu Akbar.


Aminata Diallo's iPhone:

Monday 1 October 2012

writing reflection #4



                At first, I found Six Word Memoirs to be slightly challenging. I didn’t really know where to start, in order to tell a story in only six words. However, once I got going and had a few down on paper, everything just started to flow and it became so much easier.
I learned that for this microform of writing, you really need to be precise as a writer and choose your words clearly. Also the visual aspect though, has such a great impact on what message actually gets across to the audience. As I was looking through old photos trying to find one that fit a particular memoir, I came across one that I really wanted to use. It just didn’t fit that story too well, so I changed it a little.
Nothing really surprised me about the project. What I found to be my favourite part though, was combining the words with the visual. Finding the right visual to fit was pretty fun, because again, it’s just so important for them to match. I liked the idea of reading between the lines, having the audience fill in the blank and decide what your memoir is actually about. Although its relevance actually needs to be clear enough to understand at the same time.
Personally, I learned how much easier honestly can be through writing, compared to speech. Self reflection is so much easier. It almost surprised me what I could learn about myself through my own writing and thoughts, once they’re physically on paper.

do what you love, the rest will come (6)

Throughout our whole lives, it seems, people are constantly asking what you want to be when you grow up, or what you wan to do. I've always just though, oh I have time. Only it just keeps getting more and more real. That's the scary part.

I've already managed to stress myself out, so much. With everyone talking about the future, it's crazy to think that we're handed so many options, and expected to choose one single path. What if it's the wrong one? What if I'm not good at it? Ultimately, will it be worth it? It's all so overwhelming. I also managed to just take a step back though, focusing on other things.

Even within the past month, by not focusing on the future and by not pressuring myself to make decisions, I've learned so much more about myself. I'm realizing that maybe, the subjects I've always done well and always liked, don't have to be the ones that I pursue or make a career out of. 

What's really interested me lately isn't the typical math or english, but cultural diversity and different religions. I've always found those subjects to be interesting - Folkorama is probably my favorite thing that goes on in Winnipeg - only I've never thought much of it, until now. I think I've finally found a hopeful possibility. Or at least an area of study. 


reading reflection #4


Book: The Book of Negroes
Author: Lawrence Hill
Pages read: 44-68

Aminata Diallo, the main character, has been kidnapped along with so many others from villages around hers. They were then put onto boats and brought across a vast body of water. This reminded me of the advice Aminata gave in the first chapter, “do not trust large bodies of water, and do not pass them.” It’s not difficult to see what she was referring to. What I really found interesting though, is how Chekura (a boy she met along the way) had told her she’s lucky to be sold to the toubabu. Because the things that would happen to the one’s left behind, are far worse. It’s kind of like the lesser of two evils, you know?
                Later on, Aminata wonders why the toubabu would go through all this trouble to have them work on their land, “surely they could gather their own mangoes and pound their own millet.” After reading that, I couldn’t stop thinking about how true that really is. I will never, ever understand slavery in the slightest bit. No one should. It’s disgusting and cruel, and unnecessary. To me, it’s sickening to think about. I found that she had a good point, put so simply.
                The first time the word “toubab” is used, Aminata is asking about a man who joined their captors, “is he a man or an evil spirit?” Even though I was unsure what a toubab actually is, I imagined it’s something more on the negative side. By continuing to read, I learned that toubab is the name which the captors refer to the men they’re about to be sold to. Then, I looked it up, and a web definition I found was: “Toubab” is a Central and West African name for a person of European descent (“whites”).

Friday 28 September 2012

six word memoir #6




                This memoir is a little ironic. This past summer I spent a month in Quebec, away from boyfriend. LaRonde in Montreal is part of Six Flags, and every Saturday night they have this huge firework display, themed as a different country. I remember the night I went with a few friends, the France fireworks were totally incredible, but I still just felt so lonely. All I wanted was for him to be right there with me, right then.
                However, when I chose this photo to combine with my memoir, it was because my boyfriend really was the one to show me what sparks are. What true love is. He’s the boy who makes it all seem magical. I found that it fit perfectly. Especially considering the background of the photo.