Good morning my dearest readers and how I've missed your company. I will outright admit that my absence is my fault, and mine alone. This summer was a little more than I expected in regards to the amount of work I needed to undertake while I was just scrapping by with my workload this past semester. However, I am now free (which was a feeling I seriously thought I wasn't going get ever again) and I am taking this opportunity to try to pick up my habit of writing in the blog once more. I've had some committed fans that have been checking the blog every single day since I've started, so I truly hope that it will be a comforting surprise to them this morning to know of my new resolve.
Contrary to the title of this entry, this year is the first year of my university degree where I haven't questioned what I've wanted to do. I surprisingly have great confidence that I will make it somehow in the cut-throat (more like paper cut) industry of publishing. It's one of those rare occasions where what you look like doesn't matter as long as you can write what others cannot. And being bilingual (which is such a big bonus, yet a curse in itself every once in a while), I sometimes can express myself well in both languages, while other times both languages come together to make a big puddle of incomprehension.
Now what the title of the entry really refers to was the slightest change in my world of concrete truths. I am a person who does not do well with change (though I'm sure I am not the only one) and when the simplest of things change, the bigger things in my life get questioned. What's really funny for me is that this change took place with one of my preferences rather than with a foundational part of my personality. Yes, I still want to be an author, no, I'm not experimenting with my sexuality, yes, I still want to travel and no, I'm not running away to join the circus. The change that took place is this: my favourite colour changed from blue to dark green. YES, THAT IS THE CHANGE THAT HAS CAUSED ME TO QUESTION THE BIGGER PICTURE. You're probably laughing thinking, this isn't something to be worked up about, but it was (and still is) a big thing for me. Growing, I never changed my mind on the one thing that kids change theirs every single day.
I loved BLUE when I liked turtles instead of dogs in the 5th grade. I liked BLUE when I liked Alex instead of Zach in grade 8. I liked BLUE when I went to the high school at the top of the hill while all of my friends went to the one at the bottom of the hill. And I liked BLUE when I left home for Ottawa to go to university. And now as I'm starting my last year of university and getting ready to enter the work world (one of the biggest changes that will take place in my life), I'm too busy trying to understand why I love DARK GREEN instead of my comforting and constant BLUE.
I guess it's a mystery I will gladly accept as I try to focus on more pressing matters (though it does seem like a crucial existential question that needs to be answered). And I guess that if I was going to experience a life crisis (though not everyone will agree that this is something that can be classified as a crisis), it could be a LOT worse than a shift in favourite colours. At least my parents can sleep a little better at night knowing that this is (hopefully) the worse that will come out of this. As Mary Shelley said "nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change," so maybe, just maybe my dearest readers, I'll make it out of this crisis with a sound mind and a new outlook on life!
K.P.H.
Wednesday 30 December 2015
Wednesday 5 August 2015
Literature : I Promise Myself
Good morning dearest readers. I know it's been quite some time and I fear that this is a pattern that will be repeated often this year. I'm off to Manitoulin Island very soon and I hope that the trip will restore (or at least reboot) my creativity. In the meanwhile, I thought you'd like to read a poem that inspires me constantly. Maybe it will set you on the right path, or at least point you in a better direction.
I Promise Myself
To be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person I meet.
To make all my friends feel that there is something in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best and expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own.
To forget mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature I meet a smile.
To give so much time to the improvement of myself that I have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear and too happy to permit the pressure of trouble.
My attitude… is my life.
K.P.H.
Tuesday 7 July 2015
Love: Home Is Where The Heart Is
Good morning my dear readers! I have come back from a spontaneous visit back home and I feel like it was the best decision I could have made at the time. There were great things (and not so great things) but you learn to live with what you got. Fortunately for me, what I've got is pretty darn good.
I started the day off with the knowledge that I'd be going to the trailer with my mother and father for the weekend. The first great realization was that I would be disconnected from everything and just be able to let my mind wander in Nature's quietude. Throughout the day, I relaxed, colored, ate and read. Who could ask for anything better than that. There is one thing that I will say in regards to my love of camping that people might not initially expect from such an experience, and that is that the food, no matter how fancy or simple it may be, tastes soooooo good! My mother made spaghetti on the first night; it was like I was eating it for the first time.
We were able to go to bed early with the sound of the rain pitter-pattering on the roof; again, camping makes rain a good thing because it is ideal for sleep and afternoon naps. The next day, my parents went into town, so I had the trailer to myself. I finished a book that day, colored about 7 different Disney princesses and played games on my iPad while not being bothered by advertisements since there was no internet. My parents came home in time so that we could all help out in preparing dinner which was a steak salad and accidental homemade lobster ravioli (and I say accidental because it was supposed to be beef instead of lobster) but either way it was all delicious. We snuggled up and got ready for a fire and smores. We went back inside to get ready for bed, and to color a little bit more. There is truly no better therapy than coloring one's troubles away. My roommate in first year can testify to that for me because I had covered our room with pictures in one afternoon one fine day.
On our last day, we had breakfast and started to pack up the trailer to make our way back home. It didn't take too long and my mother and I even stopped to pick up some fresh field strawberries on our way home to add it to our vanilla ice cream we'd been saving. Once home, we cleaned out the trailer, swam in our backyard pool, and watched the FIFA Women's Wold cup finals while eating my mother's homemade pizza (which I will forever be dreaming about until I get to have it again). We went to bed relatively early since the next day was Monday, and my mother and I were heading to Ottawa, and my father was off to work. I was able to have another mother-daughter road trip with my mom and it was absolutely fun.
I've come to know and love the time I spend with my family. Though sometimes we don't always get along, we make sure to work things out and get back to the point. My parents always tell me that I can always come back home, and though I always knew in the back of my mind, there is no way now that I will ever doubt it.
K.P.H.
I started the day off with the knowledge that I'd be going to the trailer with my mother and father for the weekend. The first great realization was that I would be disconnected from everything and just be able to let my mind wander in Nature's quietude. Throughout the day, I relaxed, colored, ate and read. Who could ask for anything better than that. There is one thing that I will say in regards to my love of camping that people might not initially expect from such an experience, and that is that the food, no matter how fancy or simple it may be, tastes soooooo good! My mother made spaghetti on the first night; it was like I was eating it for the first time.
We were able to go to bed early with the sound of the rain pitter-pattering on the roof; again, camping makes rain a good thing because it is ideal for sleep and afternoon naps. The next day, my parents went into town, so I had the trailer to myself. I finished a book that day, colored about 7 different Disney princesses and played games on my iPad while not being bothered by advertisements since there was no internet. My parents came home in time so that we could all help out in preparing dinner which was a steak salad and accidental homemade lobster ravioli (and I say accidental because it was supposed to be beef instead of lobster) but either way it was all delicious. We snuggled up and got ready for a fire and smores. We went back inside to get ready for bed, and to color a little bit more. There is truly no better therapy than coloring one's troubles away. My roommate in first year can testify to that for me because I had covered our room with pictures in one afternoon one fine day.
On our last day, we had breakfast and started to pack up the trailer to make our way back home. It didn't take too long and my mother and I even stopped to pick up some fresh field strawberries on our way home to add it to our vanilla ice cream we'd been saving. Once home, we cleaned out the trailer, swam in our backyard pool, and watched the FIFA Women's Wold cup finals while eating my mother's homemade pizza (which I will forever be dreaming about until I get to have it again). We went to bed relatively early since the next day was Monday, and my mother and I were heading to Ottawa, and my father was off to work. I was able to have another mother-daughter road trip with my mom and it was absolutely fun.
I've come to know and love the time I spend with my family. Though sometimes we don't always get along, we make sure to work things out and get back to the point. My parents always tell me that I can always come back home, and though I always knew in the back of my mind, there is no way now that I will ever doubt it.
K.P.H.
Thursday 2 July 2015
Literature: A Temptation too Strong to Resit
Good morning my dearest readers and I truly do hope that you are all well. Yesterday being Canada Day, I had the day off. Since I had no previous plans, and Riles was working a double shift, I found myself home alone with quiet times and endless possibilities.
I was determined to have the most relaxing day that I've had in a while, and I had just that. However, I have been working hard on my 2015 Reading Challenge, and where in the month of May I knocked out 4 books, I haven't had the same kind of determination in the month of June. On the first day of July, I was lying in my bed and as I looked back at the books behind me, the temptation grew to read something that wasn't on my list, but that I've been waiting to read for a long time. I struggled back and forth between what I want and what I should be reading, and came to an impulsive decision. I picked up the book from the shelf behind me, skimmed the pages and the smell of the book called to me. I ran my hand over the cover and the embossed lettering was just so smooth. "I shouldn't read this one" I kept telling myself, knowing the row of books downstairs that was waiting for me. I turned the first page, read the intriguing chapter title, and took the plunge. I re-emerged three hours later to realize that I had tackled an impressive number of pages, and with a guilty sense of pleasure, I dove back in.
Though I can't wait to finish all of the books I have set out to read, I needed something that wasn't on there to make it feel like I wasn't reading a course selected reading list. Even times of leisure need breaks between other times of leisure. What book will tempt you?
K.P.H.
Wednesday 24 June 2015
Love: My Body is my Temple
Hello my dear readers and what a good day this is. The weather is turning around, and though I am never one to complain about a rainy day (since they're perfect for reading) we all need a little sunshine.
This past weekend, I was fortunate enough to have my father visit me on father's day. I hadn't seen him in a while, and if he didn't come and visit then, I wouldn't have seen him until August since he is a travelling man. Even if the world is his oyster, it doesn't mean that I don't miss him. He gets my sense of humor, he's great when it comes to talking through a choice I have to make, and he always makes sure that I've got everything I need; whether it's help fixing my computer, making sure my apartment isn't so hot as to prevent me from sleeping, or making sure my bike is running smoothly and safely. My dad is a great man.
And on this visit, my father brought along a book to help me get healthier; to kick start a healthy habit. It's not always easy to start, but once you've got a habit, it's harder to quit it. So following my father's example, I've started a kick-start metabolism food plan. I've been on this plan for three days now and I haven't felt this good in a while. I've also struggled with exercising more because I'm tired when I get home after work, and if Riles is to, well I want to hang out with him since we don't see each other often. So I've resolved that the nights that he's working, I will exercise. It's a simple commitment that will make a big difference.
I've heard many times that "your body is your temple" and now I'm actually following that mantra. It's not dieting; it's healthy living. I figured I might as well be healthy since I plan on living long enough to accomplish all of the amazing things I'm setting out to do.
If you're having a hard time starting a healthy habit, get someone to help you out to make sure that you're sticking to it. It's good for reminders, but in the end dearest readers, you will be the one who will push yourself to accomplish what you want. There will be no harder critic than you, so why not impress yourself?
K.P.H.
This past weekend, I was fortunate enough to have my father visit me on father's day. I hadn't seen him in a while, and if he didn't come and visit then, I wouldn't have seen him until August since he is a travelling man. Even if the world is his oyster, it doesn't mean that I don't miss him. He gets my sense of humor, he's great when it comes to talking through a choice I have to make, and he always makes sure that I've got everything I need; whether it's help fixing my computer, making sure my apartment isn't so hot as to prevent me from sleeping, or making sure my bike is running smoothly and safely. My dad is a great man.
And on this visit, my father brought along a book to help me get healthier; to kick start a healthy habit. It's not always easy to start, but once you've got a habit, it's harder to quit it. So following my father's example, I've started a kick-start metabolism food plan. I've been on this plan for three days now and I haven't felt this good in a while. I've also struggled with exercising more because I'm tired when I get home after work, and if Riles is to, well I want to hang out with him since we don't see each other often. So I've resolved that the nights that he's working, I will exercise. It's a simple commitment that will make a big difference.
I've heard many times that "your body is your temple" and now I'm actually following that mantra. It's not dieting; it's healthy living. I figured I might as well be healthy since I plan on living long enough to accomplish all of the amazing things I'm setting out to do.
If you're having a hard time starting a healthy habit, get someone to help you out to make sure that you're sticking to it. It's good for reminders, but in the end dearest readers, you will be the one who will push yourself to accomplish what you want. There will be no harder critic than you, so why not impress yourself?
K.P.H.
Tuesday 23 June 2015
Literature: Leap of Faith
Good afternoon dearest readers! I am busy, a little stressed but I`m always keeping a smile on my face. Sometimes a positive attitude can help you along the day, and sometimes good news can give you a bigger boost. This is exactly what happened to me this week.
Working together with so many different people for so many different opportunities has allowed me to talk with many about my passion for writing and reading. It`s a common known fact back home that I plan on becoming a published writer. Now this knowledge has sparked ideas in the mind of few, and one of these few people had connections with the industry. I had worked a leadership camp with this woman, and her friend worked for a well-known magazine. She was gracious enough to send me her friend`s email so that I could ask her my questions on the industry and what it takes to make it in this ever changing world.
There is one thing that I've acknowledged about myself, and that is my problem with change. I hate making difficult decisions because it brings about change. I hate the uncertainty of it all, and how it makes me feel like I could fall without a safety net. More and more this year (more this summer) I've been putting myself out there and taking these leaps of faith into the great, ever-changing abyss of the unknown. It takes a lot out of me, but I'm still surprised by how it's beneficial in the long-run. I contacted the woman from the magazine and she gave me great advice, and became a future contact and reference. What did I lose by talking to her? Nothing. Not even time was wasted because it brought me closer to where I wanted to be.
It's obvious now that these kinds of leaps will be more frequent in the future, but I'm starting to get adrenaline from the free fall. I'm enjoying the breeze and the view. In an industry when chances are few but the success can be great, you have to be willing to try things you've never done to get to places that you've never been.
So I encourage you my dear readers to take a chance on the thing that's been swaying in the back of your mind for a while now; whether it's asking out that cute guy you've been thinking about, or asking for a promotion at work, or maybe even trying out a new hobby. However uncertain, scary or unforgivable change might seem, it's the one thing that will make sure that you get to the place you want to be in your life.
K.P.H.
Working together with so many different people for so many different opportunities has allowed me to talk with many about my passion for writing and reading. It`s a common known fact back home that I plan on becoming a published writer. Now this knowledge has sparked ideas in the mind of few, and one of these few people had connections with the industry. I had worked a leadership camp with this woman, and her friend worked for a well-known magazine. She was gracious enough to send me her friend`s email so that I could ask her my questions on the industry and what it takes to make it in this ever changing world.
There is one thing that I've acknowledged about myself, and that is my problem with change. I hate making difficult decisions because it brings about change. I hate the uncertainty of it all, and how it makes me feel like I could fall without a safety net. More and more this year (more this summer) I've been putting myself out there and taking these leaps of faith into the great, ever-changing abyss of the unknown. It takes a lot out of me, but I'm still surprised by how it's beneficial in the long-run. I contacted the woman from the magazine and she gave me great advice, and became a future contact and reference. What did I lose by talking to her? Nothing. Not even time was wasted because it brought me closer to where I wanted to be.
It's obvious now that these kinds of leaps will be more frequent in the future, but I'm starting to get adrenaline from the free fall. I'm enjoying the breeze and the view. In an industry when chances are few but the success can be great, you have to be willing to try things you've never done to get to places that you've never been.
So I encourage you my dear readers to take a chance on the thing that's been swaying in the back of your mind for a while now; whether it's asking out that cute guy you've been thinking about, or asking for a promotion at work, or maybe even trying out a new hobby. However uncertain, scary or unforgivable change might seem, it's the one thing that will make sure that you get to the place you want to be in your life.
K.P.H.
Wednesday 17 June 2015
Laughter: Who Needs Free Time?
Good morning dearest readers! My writing pattern seems to fall into posting once or twice a week, which I think generates enough content to keep you interested without overwhelming my creativity either! Today's post is once again about my adventures over the weekend (since apparently it's the only time that fun things happen to me). The irony of the situation is that I think my parents actually worry that I spend too much time by myself and quite literally applaud me when I do go out. Well this weekend I went out with the intention of staying in.
I took a train and went to visit both my grandma and grandpa (my mom's parents), as well as my oma and opa (my dad's parents). I had a good two days with each and it surprised me by how much we got done in so little time. I practically came back more tired than I went in, but hey, I got good stories to tell now! My trip started with an early train ride that got delayed (because something ALWAYS has to happen when I take the train) and had a great breakfast when I finally got to my grandma and grandpa's place. I think there's a kind of instinct embedded in grandparents to want to spoil their grand kids and give them some of their own things to carry on traditions. I entered this weekend with two almost empty bags, and returned home with them full. There's still a box left behind and my coat in my dad's truck. What are you going to do when the love is overflowing as much as my luggage?!
We went shopping, and I got books (wow, that's shocking isn't it?) and then we spent the night hanging out at home, browsing netflix for another comedy to watch. My grandpa is one of the funniest people I know, and he wasn't letting up the whole time I was there (except when he was napping). What was funnier for me, was the fact that I had been up early that morning, and I am used to going to bed early to wake up early, but my grand parents forgot to tell me that they're party animals. I started nodding off near the end of the second episode of the show we were watching, and I had to tap out since I needed to go to bed. I slept in late the next morning, and I woke up feeling like I had the best sleep of my life. The day itself was great. We went ruffling through old memories and VHS tapes (all of which I got to pick which ones I wanted) and went out to lunch at this great restaurant. We then went to mass, came back home for dinner and a movie. It was just so much fun, because being the middle child in the grand kids, I never really got much alone time with anyone so this was truly something I was grateful for.
I was then driven to my oma and opa's place where more quality time was had. We went for coffee (which is something I truly did enjoy) and went to visit a community garden. I never had the gift of a green thumb but I'm always amazed by people who do. It was raining a little, but it didn't take anything away from nature's beauty. We went back to their home, had lunch, talked and spent some time together. I even had the chance to write which was incredible since I've had writer's block pretty much since school ended (something I hope you didn't notice too much). The stories were flowing through my head and when I tried to explain them, I realized that for people who don't know me, and hear me talking about my stories must think I'm a grade A crazy person; (even people who know me think that from time to time).
Anyways we ordered in chinese food for dinner which was delicious and proceeded to the entertainment part of the evening. My oma played the piano and I tried as best as I could not sound like both of my hands were in casts when I played the black and white keys. We watched TV for a little while, and contrary to my grandma and grandpa, my oma and opa like going to bed a little earlier, because they wake up earlier as well; (I must have gotten that from their side of the family). I spent the morning trying on things in my oma's closet as she unloaded some of her vintage clothes and I accepted it with a smile. We had lunch, my opa went to a doctors appointment, and I had time to talk with just my oma; a memory I will not soon forget. As the time approached for me to take the train, my dad was in town for work so he came to pick me up and drop me off. It was some more quality time that I usually don't get to have often because of work and the overall distance of the province of Ontario.
On my way back on the train (something always has to happen) and I was graced with the presence of not one, but two crying babies who were nice enough to sit beside me, and behind me. I heard their unhappy cries in surround sound for four hours; just lovely. I got home, and Riles was at work, and we've both been so busy that I haven't seen the poor kid in more than a week. He must be so happy that he isn't forced to socialize for a while.
So all in all, by the obvious size of the entry my dear readers, this should hold you off until the next entry I write (which will probably be about my weekend since my dad is coming to visit)! A vacation doesn't always have to be at a big destination. Sometimes it can be a small town with great people; most of the time, those are the most memorable ones.
K.P.H.
I took a train and went to visit both my grandma and grandpa (my mom's parents), as well as my oma and opa (my dad's parents). I had a good two days with each and it surprised me by how much we got done in so little time. I practically came back more tired than I went in, but hey, I got good stories to tell now! My trip started with an early train ride that got delayed (because something ALWAYS has to happen when I take the train) and had a great breakfast when I finally got to my grandma and grandpa's place. I think there's a kind of instinct embedded in grandparents to want to spoil their grand kids and give them some of their own things to carry on traditions. I entered this weekend with two almost empty bags, and returned home with them full. There's still a box left behind and my coat in my dad's truck. What are you going to do when the love is overflowing as much as my luggage?!
We went shopping, and I got books (wow, that's shocking isn't it?) and then we spent the night hanging out at home, browsing netflix for another comedy to watch. My grandpa is one of the funniest people I know, and he wasn't letting up the whole time I was there (except when he was napping). What was funnier for me, was the fact that I had been up early that morning, and I am used to going to bed early to wake up early, but my grand parents forgot to tell me that they're party animals. I started nodding off near the end of the second episode of the show we were watching, and I had to tap out since I needed to go to bed. I slept in late the next morning, and I woke up feeling like I had the best sleep of my life. The day itself was great. We went ruffling through old memories and VHS tapes (all of which I got to pick which ones I wanted) and went out to lunch at this great restaurant. We then went to mass, came back home for dinner and a movie. It was just so much fun, because being the middle child in the grand kids, I never really got much alone time with anyone so this was truly something I was grateful for.
I was then driven to my oma and opa's place where more quality time was had. We went for coffee (which is something I truly did enjoy) and went to visit a community garden. I never had the gift of a green thumb but I'm always amazed by people who do. It was raining a little, but it didn't take anything away from nature's beauty. We went back to their home, had lunch, talked and spent some time together. I even had the chance to write which was incredible since I've had writer's block pretty much since school ended (something I hope you didn't notice too much). The stories were flowing through my head and when I tried to explain them, I realized that for people who don't know me, and hear me talking about my stories must think I'm a grade A crazy person; (even people who know me think that from time to time).
Anyways we ordered in chinese food for dinner which was delicious and proceeded to the entertainment part of the evening. My oma played the piano and I tried as best as I could not sound like both of my hands were in casts when I played the black and white keys. We watched TV for a little while, and contrary to my grandma and grandpa, my oma and opa like going to bed a little earlier, because they wake up earlier as well; (I must have gotten that from their side of the family). I spent the morning trying on things in my oma's closet as she unloaded some of her vintage clothes and I accepted it with a smile. We had lunch, my opa went to a doctors appointment, and I had time to talk with just my oma; a memory I will not soon forget. As the time approached for me to take the train, my dad was in town for work so he came to pick me up and drop me off. It was some more quality time that I usually don't get to have often because of work and the overall distance of the province of Ontario.
On my way back on the train (something always has to happen) and I was graced with the presence of not one, but two crying babies who were nice enough to sit beside me, and behind me. I heard their unhappy cries in surround sound for four hours; just lovely. I got home, and Riles was at work, and we've both been so busy that I haven't seen the poor kid in more than a week. He must be so happy that he isn't forced to socialize for a while.
So all in all, by the obvious size of the entry my dear readers, this should hold you off until the next entry I write (which will probably be about my weekend since my dad is coming to visit)! A vacation doesn't always have to be at a big destination. Sometimes it can be a small town with great people; most of the time, those are the most memorable ones.
K.P.H.
Tuesday 9 June 2015
Love: Why Not Weekends
Good morning my dearest readers! I have not forgotten that I said that I started up the blog again, because I did, however my posts will never be as frequent as when I initially started this whole thing simply because I need to pace myself with all of the great adventures I have to tell. Well this weekend my mother came to visit, and do I ever have things to tell you!
We started off things slow with her arrival on Friday where we literally just talked and went to bed; we were both in need of some serious rest. We got up early the next morning to go workout and do groceries; starting our day a healthy way is always a good choice. We then got ready and made a little road trip down to a town called Williamsburg where some good friends of my mother's own a B&B. I've had the privilege to go there with her three times already, and every time the food we're served is absolutely DELICIOUS. They have a team room where they serve breakfast, lunch, dinner and afternoon tea; definitely my kind of place. After good food and good laughs, we continued to head downtown for some shopping and a quick coffee break.
On our way back, we checked into my mother's hotel and got ready for dinner. We didn't exactly know where we wanted to go, so like rational people, we went exploring. We went up and down all sorts of streets but nothing really stuck out. On top of that, we were desperately trying to find a place that we had never been to before. My mother has this mind set that she has to do something different every single day, and that way she is sure to live her life to the fullest. I'm proud to say that she's kept that for two, going on three years now. The fun part for me is when I get to tag along. So we finally found a restaurant in an area of town we hadn't really explored before and stepped inside a small restaurant called Fraser Café. We were seated at one of the last spots open which was right next to the kitchen in the back. It's a seasonal menu, so you know that whatever you're going to get is going to be fresh; and that it was. I can surely say that it was probably in my top 5 best meals of all time. Yes, it was that good. A bonus to that was that since we were so close to the kitchen, we got dinner and a show since we got to see how all of the food was being prepared.
But wait, there's more! Sunday came around the corner and my mother and I went shopping in the morning (and got some really nice things for the places we are both going to visit throughout the summer) and then proceeded to have brunch at my aunts place. More good food and good laughs. We then went to the activity my mother had chosen for the day; visiting the Diefenbunker (which was something that had been on my To-Do list for the past five years now), and so we took the drive. It was on the outskirts of Ottawa, in a place with a small-town vibe. It was Doors Open Ottawa which means that almost all museums, embassies and public places are open for free. So we went and we waited until the very last tour and got to see it all with a veteran tour guide; it was very cool. We then headed back to town at a places called Alice's Village Café where it was my turn to treat my mother. Once more, I was not disappointed by the food, nor the atmosphere. This was probably one of the best weekends for me when it came to the food (and the company too). After that packed day, we went back to the hotel, ordered some food and rented a movie. A good end to a good weekend.
So this is a long post to say that every time people visit me, it truly is never a dull moment. The best part of it all is the fact that even if we didn't do all of the things I mentioned above, we would still have had a great time. It is one of the things that I've come to realize by living away from home for the past three and a half years: time is precious and more so are the people you decide to spend it with. Therefore chose wisely dearest readers because you only have a limited supply and it is not to be wasted.
K.P.H.
We started off things slow with her arrival on Friday where we literally just talked and went to bed; we were both in need of some serious rest. We got up early the next morning to go workout and do groceries; starting our day a healthy way is always a good choice. We then got ready and made a little road trip down to a town called Williamsburg where some good friends of my mother's own a B&B. I've had the privilege to go there with her three times already, and every time the food we're served is absolutely DELICIOUS. They have a team room where they serve breakfast, lunch, dinner and afternoon tea; definitely my kind of place. After good food and good laughs, we continued to head downtown for some shopping and a quick coffee break.
K.P.H.
Tuesday 26 May 2015
Love: Going Green
Good morning my dear readers, I hope you are all doing well and that the weather is just absolutely gorgeous. I had a good night last night since I went to a VIP movie with Riles. Not only did we see a really good movie, we had food delivered straight to us; can't get any better than that! I've been trying to go out more often and to spend time outside of my apartment. Don't get me wrong, I love to stay inside with a good book, or have TV show marathons, but a little fresh air never killed anyone.
Since I had so much fun yesterday, there is another fun event happening Saturday night AND it's on my university campus. This event ties back to the title of the entry. No it is nothing about environmentalism but actually with my identity. It is a franco-ontarian night that celebrates our 400th anniversary. Some of the most famous and dedicated franco-ontarian performers are going to perform at a coffee shop where one of them is a group of indie singers, another is a comedy duo and the last is a spoken word poet and rapper. I'm going with some people from work, and though last summer I had my group, this summer is different, but just as good in its own way.
I used to say "j'ai le sang vert" which directly translates to "I have green blood". I don't say it as often now, but it doesn't mean that my pride in my franco-ontarian identity has diminished; no, quite the contrary. But now I pride myself on my bilingualism as well. Being part of something does not diminish your value or reduces you to the norm, it adds to your identity and makes you unique. We are who we are, regardless of who we know and what we do.
K.P.H.
Since I had so much fun yesterday, there is another fun event happening Saturday night AND it's on my university campus. This event ties back to the title of the entry. No it is nothing about environmentalism but actually with my identity. It is a franco-ontarian night that celebrates our 400th anniversary. Some of the most famous and dedicated franco-ontarian performers are going to perform at a coffee shop where one of them is a group of indie singers, another is a comedy duo and the last is a spoken word poet and rapper. I'm going with some people from work, and though last summer I had my group, this summer is different, but just as good in its own way.
I used to say "j'ai le sang vert" which directly translates to "I have green blood". I don't say it as often now, but it doesn't mean that my pride in my franco-ontarian identity has diminished; no, quite the contrary. But now I pride myself on my bilingualism as well. Being part of something does not diminish your value or reduces you to the norm, it adds to your identity and makes you unique. We are who we are, regardless of who we know and what we do.
Thursday 21 May 2015
Laughter: Restrictions Do Apply
Good morning my dearest readers and I hope you all had the chance to rest a while yesterday. Today is the first day that I haven't woken up before 6:00am this whole week and I'm feeling quite refreshed. I would describe myself as being a morning person, and I don't think there's a more beautiful time of day than sunrise, but a girl still has to sleep.
I figured I haven't told you all a funny story in a quite some time so I thought that my first morning back would be a good time to start it off. And wouldn't you all be surprised to know that this funny story includes my roommate Riley. Summer has officially started and Katie has gone back home as well as going on a trip so that she can practice her french. Riles and I are both working in Ottawa for the next three and a half months; I'm at the university like always, and Riles works at a VIP movie theater (fancy right?) so things are busy, and there are even weeks where we barely see each other because our schedules are opposites. As unfortunate as that may be, there are perks that come with his job. One of the perks is that he has a little adorable hat that he has to wear as part of his uniform and it makes him look like little kid going to the park with his parents. Aside from that, he also gets movie passes that allows us to go see free movies. Before we went to see our first movie, Riley made me agree to certain terms and conditions that I must follow every time we go out to a movie. When it's all three of us during the year, I don't have to follow his rules because Katie is there and if he gets embarrassed, he can just pretend that he doesn't know me, but when it's just the two of us, that excuse doesn't exactly work anymore.
The reason Riles established rules for our public movie viewing is because I am a person who is intrigued easily as well as confused relatively easily when it comes to story plots; (the most ironic statement from an avid reader yet). I'm also a person who is used to making small comments with Katie when we're at home watching shows together, so that tends to transfer to films (whether public or at home). And finally, I have very distinctive laughs (that's right, I've been gifted with many) and I have a tendency to laugh at the most inappropriate moments. You roll all of that into one movie, and you have one very embarrassed Riley. Katie on the other hand, loves my quirks and loves to see Riley embarrassed so she encourages me. I'm getting much better so that people around me (other than Riles) don't get annoyed, so usually I try to pick a spot that's far away from everyone if I can. And so the rules that I have to follow are basically making me do the complete opposite of everything I usually do during movies or shows. It's going to take practice but I'm already much better. I've never had to work so hard for a free movie in my life!
Anyways, I do what I can with what I have and it's the effort that counts, right? It might be more tempting to embarrass people in public (especially if they're like Riley) but know that whatever you do always comes back to you. On a last side note, these rules do not apply to the previews and believe me when I say that I use that to my full advantage! Until I write again my dearest readers;
K.P.H.
I figured I haven't told you all a funny story in a quite some time so I thought that my first morning back would be a good time to start it off. And wouldn't you all be surprised to know that this funny story includes my roommate Riley. Summer has officially started and Katie has gone back home as well as going on a trip so that she can practice her french. Riles and I are both working in Ottawa for the next three and a half months; I'm at the university like always, and Riles works at a VIP movie theater (fancy right?) so things are busy, and there are even weeks where we barely see each other because our schedules are opposites. As unfortunate as that may be, there are perks that come with his job. One of the perks is that he has a little adorable hat that he has to wear as part of his uniform and it makes him look like little kid going to the park with his parents. Aside from that, he also gets movie passes that allows us to go see free movies. Before we went to see our first movie, Riley made me agree to certain terms and conditions that I must follow every time we go out to a movie. When it's all three of us during the year, I don't have to follow his rules because Katie is there and if he gets embarrassed, he can just pretend that he doesn't know me, but when it's just the two of us, that excuse doesn't exactly work anymore.
The reason Riles established rules for our public movie viewing is because I am a person who is intrigued easily as well as confused relatively easily when it comes to story plots; (the most ironic statement from an avid reader yet). I'm also a person who is used to making small comments with Katie when we're at home watching shows together, so that tends to transfer to films (whether public or at home). And finally, I have very distinctive laughs (that's right, I've been gifted with many) and I have a tendency to laugh at the most inappropriate moments. You roll all of that into one movie, and you have one very embarrassed Riley. Katie on the other hand, loves my quirks and loves to see Riley embarrassed so she encourages me. I'm getting much better so that people around me (other than Riles) don't get annoyed, so usually I try to pick a spot that's far away from everyone if I can. And so the rules that I have to follow are basically making me do the complete opposite of everything I usually do during movies or shows. It's going to take practice but I'm already much better. I've never had to work so hard for a free movie in my life!
Anyways, I do what I can with what I have and it's the effort that counts, right? It might be more tempting to embarrass people in public (especially if they're like Riley) but know that whatever you do always comes back to you. On a last side note, these rules do not apply to the previews and believe me when I say that I use that to my full advantage! Until I write again my dearest readers;
K.P.H.
Wednesday 20 May 2015
Literature: And Thus It Begins
Good evening my dearest readers and I must say that I've missed you dearly. It is a difficult thing to not write when it is engraved in your being but the wait is over. Summer has started and the jitters of the new job are slowly rubbing off freeing up more of my time for you!
I'm starting off small with the "L" I've been dedicating more of my time to, and that is Literature. I love my program at school and I do love to read, but reading for school and reading for fun are two very different experiences. Now that I've started to read for fun again, I've managed to complete three books already since May has started, and have already gotten a start on my fourth. I do have the Reading Challenge that I want to complete so the more I can do this summer, the better it will be. The one thing that I do love about this reading challenge is that it forces me out of my comfort zone and makes me read stories I might not have picked. I'm getting a larger look on life, and thus adding to my own.
I'm glad to be back and can't wait to keep writing this summer. It's been a pleasure and I can't wait to tell you all about the adventures ahead!
K.P.H.
Sunday 29 March 2015
This is not Goodbye, this is simply a temporary Absence
Good morning my dearest readers. I am taking this opportunity to apologize for my absence on the blog and to declare that I will be prolonging this absence for another month or so. I've decided that it isn't fair to my regular readers that I am not writing as often as I should be so I will taking a leave until I start off my summer job. I will be busy with school, volunteering and the transition into my new job at work. I will publicize my return so that all of my usual readers might return to their daily reading.
I am truly sorry for this temporary departure but I find it is necessary so that I may return with new stories and a sane mind. I hope you all have yourself a great spring and I will enjoy your company all in the summer.
K.P.H.
I am truly sorry for this temporary departure but I find it is necessary so that I may return with new stories and a sane mind. I hope you all have yourself a great spring and I will enjoy your company all in the summer.
K.P.H.
Wednesday 11 March 2015
Laughter: The Week After the Wonder
Good morning my dearest readers! I have the time today to take a few minutes to post on the blog. I've been reading non-stop so I'm giving my eyes a little break. My mom came to visit me during the weekend and it was quite the weekend in deed.
She arrived in Ottawa on Friday and the fun started then and there. We went out to dinner and talked. It doesn't seem like a wild night, but it's never a dull moment when having conversations with my mom. Saturday was an eventful day. We started off our day with a little bit of exercise followed by a grocery trip to get Lucky Charms since it's a tradition in our family to eat the cereal on St. Patrick's Day (since she can't be there on the actual day, she prepared in advance). We checked in to my mom's hotel and my little cousin Aphelele came to visit. We went swimming and just spent some quality time with each other. After that, we did a little more shopping because I need new clothes for summer. The reason being... (drum roll) I got the job as Head Ambassador!!! It's super exciting and this weekend was not only a reunion but a time of celebration. After shopping, we went to a new restaurant (since my mom needs to do someone she's never done every single say) and then we walked a good 3km back to the hotel. We watched "Into the Woods" not knowing it was a musical and laughed through it all. Don't get me, it was a pretty good movie, just not at all what we expected. The last day, we did more shopping, more walking, had breakfast at the hotel and vegged out at my place until it was time to go over to my aunt's house for dinner. More quality family time.
As the weekend progressed, my mother and I realized that we laughed more and more at the simple things, but also at the funny things that kept happening. I guess we're just a magnet for fun stories. So I encourage you to have a weekend of good times, and take advantage of the time you have with those you love because those are the stories you're going tell other people.
K.P.H.
She arrived in Ottawa on Friday and the fun started then and there. We went out to dinner and talked. It doesn't seem like a wild night, but it's never a dull moment when having conversations with my mom. Saturday was an eventful day. We started off our day with a little bit of exercise followed by a grocery trip to get Lucky Charms since it's a tradition in our family to eat the cereal on St. Patrick's Day (since she can't be there on the actual day, she prepared in advance). We checked in to my mom's hotel and my little cousin Aphelele came to visit. We went swimming and just spent some quality time with each other. After that, we did a little more shopping because I need new clothes for summer. The reason being... (drum roll) I got the job as Head Ambassador!!! It's super exciting and this weekend was not only a reunion but a time of celebration. After shopping, we went to a new restaurant (since my mom needs to do someone she's never done every single say) and then we walked a good 3km back to the hotel. We watched "Into the Woods" not knowing it was a musical and laughed through it all. Don't get me, it was a pretty good movie, just not at all what we expected. The last day, we did more shopping, more walking, had breakfast at the hotel and vegged out at my place until it was time to go over to my aunt's house for dinner. More quality family time.
As the weekend progressed, my mother and I realized that we laughed more and more at the simple things, but also at the funny things that kept happening. I guess we're just a magnet for fun stories. So I encourage you to have a weekend of good times, and take advantage of the time you have with those you love because those are the stories you're going tell other people.
K.P.H.
Tuesday 3 March 2015
Love: A Song to Clear the Mind
Good evening dearest readers! I won't spend too much time introducing this entry since most of the talking (and singing) is done on the video.
It is a new song, but it was written almost two years ago now. I'm running out of new original songs so I thought it might be fun to introduce something more mature if you will, but that remains to be a crowd pleaser! It was originally a solo song, but with the work and talent of my dear friend Véro back home, we managed to turn it into a duet. Unfortunately for lack of transportation and time, I couldn't record the newer version with her. I'm hoping of going back home soon and maybe then I'll be able to record and post the harmonies on the blog at that time.
Until then, enjoy the song and do not be deceived by the initial listen; things are not always floating at the surface but lurking in the depths.
K.P.H.
It is a new song, but it was written almost two years ago now. I'm running out of new original songs so I thought it might be fun to introduce something more mature if you will, but that remains to be a crowd pleaser! It was originally a solo song, but with the work and talent of my dear friend Véro back home, we managed to turn it into a duet. Unfortunately for lack of transportation and time, I couldn't record the newer version with her. I'm hoping of going back home soon and maybe then I'll be able to record and post the harmonies on the blog at that time.
Until then, enjoy the song and do not be deceived by the initial listen; things are not always floating at the surface but lurking in the depths.
K.P.H.
Sunday 1 March 2015
Literature: Pretty for the Press
Good evening my dearest readers! I am getting ready for my big week and if all goes well, I'll be having some exciting news to publish very soon. The suspense is necessary for a good reveal; a story is simply not a good story without one.
I've been volunteering a lot lately and trying things I've never done to get some experience under my belt. Whether it's participating in a French writing competition or helping organize a variety show, it seems that I've done it all in the past couple of weeks. More effort is demanded of me this week but on the up side, my mom is coming to visit soon. Silver lining my friends!
With all of that wonderfully stated, I arrive at the topic for today's post. One of the many things I did for the first time was to be interviewed by a newspaper for something related to my writing. Sure it was only one of our school's papers but it's a start. The article talks about my time using the Writer-in-Residence program last year and how it helped me get to where I am today (which is a whole lot further than I could have imagined before). It was fun just to talk about my writing and the steps I've been taking to reach my end goal.
For all of those people who still scoff at me when I say I'm an English student...well I WILL be able to get a job in the field I want and I'll be damn good at it too! Everything seems impossible until it's done my dear readers, so why not be the first to prove them wrong? Check out the short article and maybe, just maybe you'll be inspired to be featured for your own special talent.
Campus Program Opens Door for English Student
K.P.H.
I've been volunteering a lot lately and trying things I've never done to get some experience under my belt. Whether it's participating in a French writing competition or helping organize a variety show, it seems that I've done it all in the past couple of weeks. More effort is demanded of me this week but on the up side, my mom is coming to visit soon. Silver lining my friends!
With all of that wonderfully stated, I arrive at the topic for today's post. One of the many things I did for the first time was to be interviewed by a newspaper for something related to my writing. Sure it was only one of our school's papers but it's a start. The article talks about my time using the Writer-in-Residence program last year and how it helped me get to where I am today (which is a whole lot further than I could have imagined before). It was fun just to talk about my writing and the steps I've been taking to reach my end goal.
For all of those people who still scoff at me when I say I'm an English student...well I WILL be able to get a job in the field I want and I'll be damn good at it too! Everything seems impossible until it's done my dear readers, so why not be the first to prove them wrong? Check out the short article and maybe, just maybe you'll be inspired to be featured for your own special talent.
Campus Program Opens Door for English Student
K.P.H.
Thursday 26 February 2015
Literature: Bilingual Bonus
Good morning dearest readers and what a glorious day it is! I am embarking on a literary adventure this morning as I prepare myself to enter my first ever french writing competition. It's university wide and its purpose is to find the one person who will represent the university on a provincial level next fall.
Whether I'm at work or simply talking to someone about what it is that I do, there always seems to be this kind of contradiction. Yes, I am a francophone who studies english. Yes, I am a francophone who writes mostly in english. Now I can add on the statement: yes, I am a francophone who studies english and writes mostly in english, and who only gets published in french and participates in french competitions. What can I say, I've got lots of layers.
The big lesson in all of this is to not let what you do define who you are. You are a person with many faces, and many interests and that's okay. One day you might get recognized for it, and you might not. As long as you recognize that what you do is important, that's all that truly matters in the end.
K.P.H.
Saturday 21 February 2015
Love: Hedley Covered
Good afternoon my dearest readers! I apologize (constantly it seems now) for my lack of posts on the blog. To make up for my absence, I've decided to post a cover of the song "I Won't Let You Go" originally done by Hedley. This song is one of the first I learnt to play and to this day, it is still one of my favorites not only to listen to but to play. It seems to be a regular crowd pleaser so I thought it would find an appropriate home on the blog.
I promise to try harder at posting new entries on a more regular basis, but it is only a promise to try. We all have things on our mind but we cannot be so hard on ourselves. We must prioritise ourselves before others sometimes, because if we neglect ourselves completely, there won't be much for others. I am in good health and in happy spirits, so you should probably find more than just a weekly post from now on. Positivity is contagious so don't be afraid to spread it around!
K.P.H.
I promise to try harder at posting new entries on a more regular basis, but it is only a promise to try. We all have things on our mind but we cannot be so hard on ourselves. We must prioritise ourselves before others sometimes, because if we neglect ourselves completely, there won't be much for others. I am in good health and in happy spirits, so you should probably find more than just a weekly post from now on. Positivity is contagious so don't be afraid to spread it around!
K.P.H.
Thursday 12 February 2015
Laughter: Who's Knocking at the Door?
Good morning dearest readers, I hope you are all doing well! I am getting excited since today is my last day of school until my Reading Week which means that not only will I be able to post new entries on the blog, but I actually get to have a break from my busy school life. If yours is coming up, make sure that every minute counts because I can't believe that we're already nearing the end of the 2nd week of February. I'm astounded at how quickly time seems to be passing by.
Today I simply want to highlight something else (somewhat exciting) that is also happening with the arrival of Reading Week. Someone whom I'm sure are all missing on the blog is coming back to Ottawa. That's right, the unfortunate (yet hilarious) adventures of Riley will be taking place soon! Katie and I are trying to convince him to come up on Friday and I think we're slowly wearing him down.
I never thought I'd say that I'd be this excited to see Riley but for some reason, Katie and I find ourselves both missing him. I guess when you spend so much time with a person and then all of a sudden they're not there anymore, you tend to notice. Either way he's coming back and the three musketeers will be whole again! We're already planning our first roomie night and if Riley does come back on Friday, I won't have to be alone during all of Reading Week. Who knew Riles would bring good news with him too?
Either way, even if we always give Riley a hard time, he knows that he's our best friend and that deep down inside, we love him. I'm sure you all have someone in your lives that is your own "Riley" and that they know that they're usually the butt of the joke, just make sure that they know that you're not taking advantage of them either. You might not always say you want them there in your life, but it'd be a shame if they left for good.
K.P.H.
Today I simply want to highlight something else (somewhat exciting) that is also happening with the arrival of Reading Week. Someone whom I'm sure are all missing on the blog is coming back to Ottawa. That's right, the unfortunate (yet hilarious) adventures of Riley will be taking place soon! Katie and I are trying to convince him to come up on Friday and I think we're slowly wearing him down.
I never thought I'd say that I'd be this excited to see Riley but for some reason, Katie and I find ourselves both missing him. I guess when you spend so much time with a person and then all of a sudden they're not there anymore, you tend to notice. Either way he's coming back and the three musketeers will be whole again! We're already planning our first roomie night and if Riley does come back on Friday, I won't have to be alone during all of Reading Week. Who knew Riles would bring good news with him too?
Either way, even if we always give Riley a hard time, he knows that he's our best friend and that deep down inside, we love him. I'm sure you all have someone in your lives that is your own "Riley" and that they know that they're usually the butt of the joke, just make sure that they know that you're not taking advantage of them either. You might not always say you want them there in your life, but it'd be a shame if they left for good.
K.P.H.
Tuesday 3 February 2015
Love: Something More
Good evening my dear readers! I am taking the opportunity to follow my Mother's advice to do something that makes me happy. I've been feeling stressed lately with all of the school work I have to do, and I feel like I am working hard to accomplish the things that will not essentially bring me to where I want to be in life. Finding a true balance is a difficult thing and one I continue to try to accomplish.
I had a little bit of a writer's block when it came to my music but one night, I sat down, felt it flow through me and I wrote the song you can hear today! I find that sometimes when I'm overwhelmed with one specific emotion, I cannot express it. Some emotions are always easier for me to describe and others, quite difficult. It is also said that it is hard to write about something that you haven't experienced, therefore you can only portray a fraction of a certain thing.
My secret struggle will be saved for another time, another entry but for today I encourage you to listen, and to think about something that makes you happy. No matter what in life, whether you have to accomplish something because it's the right thing to do or the smarter choice, nothing mediocre should replace what brings you joy because if it does, your life loses its purpose.
K.P.H.
I had a little bit of a writer's block when it came to my music but one night, I sat down, felt it flow through me and I wrote the song you can hear today! I find that sometimes when I'm overwhelmed with one specific emotion, I cannot express it. Some emotions are always easier for me to describe and others, quite difficult. It is also said that it is hard to write about something that you haven't experienced, therefore you can only portray a fraction of a certain thing.
My secret struggle will be saved for another time, another entry but for today I encourage you to listen, and to think about something that makes you happy. No matter what in life, whether you have to accomplish something because it's the right thing to do or the smarter choice, nothing mediocre should replace what brings you joy because if it does, your life loses its purpose.
K.P.H.
Sunday 25 January 2015
Literature: 2015 Reading Challenge
Good morning dearest readers! As I prepare myself for another day of reading and homework, I thought I'd take the time to write an entry to the blog. I am proud to report that I've written a new song that will soon be featured (just as soon as I get rid of this nasty cold I got). With that being said, I thought I'd introduce you all to an intriguing challenge I encourage you to take up, or maybe to find your own to complete.
On New Years, I revised my 30 before 30 list to make sure that everything was possible, but that everything was specific as well. I also wanted to make sure that all the items were all things I really wanted to do. Doing that, I substituted the Rory Gilmore Reading Challenge for the 2015 Reading Challenge; it's just as intense, only it doesn't last as long. It's not that I don't mind the challenge, I simply am excited to read something of my own choosing since these past years I've been stuck reading for school.
I've recently met a friend of a friend of mine and I found out that in his lifetime, he had only read one book from cover to cover. I do not judge him at all, and I hope that he can get over this hypersensitivity to reading. It's not shock I feel for him but a small amount of pity because though he strives to live life to the fullest, he's only lived one life. Thomas Aquinas once wrote "beware of the 'homo unius libri'" which means 'beware of the man of one book'. Therefore I encourage you to encourage others to live many lives to the fullest and to search for wonders that reality cannot always give us. What will your selections be for the 2015 Reading Challenge?
K.P.H.
On New Years, I revised my 30 before 30 list to make sure that everything was possible, but that everything was specific as well. I also wanted to make sure that all the items were all things I really wanted to do. Doing that, I substituted the Rory Gilmore Reading Challenge for the 2015 Reading Challenge; it's just as intense, only it doesn't last as long. It's not that I don't mind the challenge, I simply am excited to read something of my own choosing since these past years I've been stuck reading for school.
I've recently met a friend of a friend of mine and I found out that in his lifetime, he had only read one book from cover to cover. I do not judge him at all, and I hope that he can get over this hypersensitivity to reading. It's not shock I feel for him but a small amount of pity because though he strives to live life to the fullest, he's only lived one life. Thomas Aquinas once wrote "beware of the 'homo unius libri'" which means 'beware of the man of one book'. Therefore I encourage you to encourage others to live many lives to the fullest and to search for wonders that reality cannot always give us. What will your selections be for the 2015 Reading Challenge?
Wednesday 21 January 2015
Love: Dearest Daphné
Good morning my dear readers and I hope you are all a little excited that we are already halfway through the week. I know that I've been neglecting the blog a little lately, but I did however warn you all that I'd be pretty busy with this semester. All of that aside, on this 21st day of January, I'm taking the time to think about one of my best friends and to wish her happy travels.
This summer (as you might remember) I got to work with an incredible team of people who have left their mark on me all in their own way. These are the kinds of people that I know that I will remain friends with even if there's many provinces separating us. Today, my dear Daphné is setting off on an incredible journey to South America for four months. I applaud her courage and admire her so much. Françoise will be joining her at the end of her trip and the two of them will celebrate their graduations living life to the fullest. I can say that I will miss them both terribly, but I still have Françoise for this semester.
Though I know that it might seem scary for them, and at times the road might be tough, but I've never met stronger and more resolved women than this. They have given me the wanderlust urge and now I've started to plan my own trip.
I've come to realize during Christmas break and throughout this past year especially that not everybody is meant to stay in your life; that some are meant to be there for a little time to help you, or so that you can be of use to them. It's okay to let these people go. But then you have these special kinds of friendships that can last a lifetime and conquer miles. Those are the ones that you should strive to keep my dear readers because they are the ones that will sustain you and make you realize what's really worth in life.
So on this, your last day in Canada for some time my dearest Daphné, I wish you safe travels and to know that I will be thinking of you always. You're not only my best friend, but a role model to whom I aspire to be. I love you very much my dear and I'll see you in four months.
K.P.H.
This summer (as you might remember) I got to work with an incredible team of people who have left their mark on me all in their own way. These are the kinds of people that I know that I will remain friends with even if there's many provinces separating us. Today, my dear Daphné is setting off on an incredible journey to South America for four months. I applaud her courage and admire her so much. Françoise will be joining her at the end of her trip and the two of them will celebrate their graduations living life to the fullest. I can say that I will miss them both terribly, but I still have Françoise for this semester.
Though I know that it might seem scary for them, and at times the road might be tough, but I've never met stronger and more resolved women than this. They have given me the wanderlust urge and now I've started to plan my own trip.
I've come to realize during Christmas break and throughout this past year especially that not everybody is meant to stay in your life; that some are meant to be there for a little time to help you, or so that you can be of use to them. It's okay to let these people go. But then you have these special kinds of friendships that can last a lifetime and conquer miles. Those are the ones that you should strive to keep my dear readers because they are the ones that will sustain you and make you realize what's really worth in life.
So on this, your last day in Canada for some time my dearest Daphné, I wish you safe travels and to know that I will be thinking of you always. You're not only my best friend, but a role model to whom I aspire to be. I love you very much my dear and I'll see you in four months.
K.P.H.
Friday 16 January 2015
Love: The Glass is Half Empty?
Good morning my dear readers! As you have all probably deduced already from my minimum amount of entries, I am back at school with a full class schedule and heading into work as well. As i visited my mom today since she's in town for a conference, I stumbled upon an interesting article.
For the longest time (and it still remains to be so to this day), I dream of living in the woods, in a quaint little cabin with the bare necessities. I've been blessed with a life of comfort and luxury, but I wouldn't mind downsizing. A lot of people want more for their kids than what they have, but maybe they don't actually need more to be happy; they might possibly need less to see exactly how lucky they are and to realize what they have. The article I read and have posted the link at the bottom refers to 80 things we do to not feel empty insde, and yet these things seem to make it worse.
This post is not intended to put you in a depressed mood but to make you think. I do a number of these things and I can add to the things I wish to improve about myself. I want to be proud of who I am and feel secure when I tell people that my dream is to live in a cabin in the woods by a lake, and work from home, so I can be surrounded by nature and everything that makes me happy.
I've often been told that I have an old soul and I'm beginning to understand what people say more and more every day. Being alone (by yourself) just means that you've got great comany. And being alone is a lot better than being surrounded by people and being lonely.
http://elitedaily.com/life/72-ways-refuse-accept-emptiness/895094/
K.P.H.
Friday 9 January 2015
Laughter: Board Game Blunder
Good morning dear readers! Today's post might be one of the last ones before I begin to lighten up on my entries. I'm going back to Ottawa tomorrow and then I start off the week in a busy fashion. With work, school and my Right to Read program in the making, I will little to no free time. On top of all of that, many of my friends want to come visit this semester so I need to make sure that I stay on top of things.
Today's entry is all about making your own fun. On my last day back home for quite some time, I've organized a board game tournament. With just a handful of friends and good food, tonight should be really interesting. I'm even raising up the stakes by making a prize to be won to the person who wins the most games tonight. I always laugh so much every time I play a game no matter which one it is. It's an inexpensive way to have fun and spend time with those that mean the most to you. Don't get me wrong, I love being at home but I'm excited to go back to Ottawa and tonight is the perfect send off!
If you're not sure what to do tonight, get together with some friends and pick a few of your favorite games; fun will be guaranteed. If you can have a good time with your friends, it's also a testament to how good they really are. Be a little careless and a little carefree tonight and all will be great!
K.P.H.
Today's entry is all about making your own fun. On my last day back home for quite some time, I've organized a board game tournament. With just a handful of friends and good food, tonight should be really interesting. I'm even raising up the stakes by making a prize to be won to the person who wins the most games tonight. I always laugh so much every time I play a game no matter which one it is. It's an inexpensive way to have fun and spend time with those that mean the most to you. Don't get me wrong, I love being at home but I'm excited to go back to Ottawa and tonight is the perfect send off!
If you're not sure what to do tonight, get together with some friends and pick a few of your favorite games; fun will be guaranteed. If you can have a good time with your friends, it's also a testament to how good they really are. Be a little careless and a little carefree tonight and all will be great!
K.P.H.
Monday 5 January 2015
Literature: And the Pile Keeps on Growing
Good morning my dear readers and I hope that you are all well rested. Today is the first official day that I am still on vacation while everyone else has to return to their normal daily lives. I'm taking the time to relax, hang out with friends and to READ!!!! I had initially decided before I left Ottawa to come home that I would only bring one book with me (since I would probably get more this Christmas) and so I could pace my reading. Well the one book rule didn't really last too long.
I did only bring one, but I got more than one once I was here. I'm at 13 books that I've acquire; either as gifts or that I've bought for myself with Christmas money. Now I do realize that I have a week left, but even I'm not talented enough to finish that lists in that amount of time, especially since some of them aren't one-a-day-ers. I am proud to say that I've got some from every genre so that when I do find more free time (which probably won't be anytime this semester) I will have a diverse selection to choose from to top the selection from my already existing library.
Buying books might look like a disease to some people, but for me, it's a much cheaper way to travel while I'm in school. It broadens my horizons and gives me things to look forward to. I've started a list of places I want to visit when I'm done school, and things I want to try when I have the chance. Reading books have made me into the person I am today (in addition to my friends and family who have supported me). I could never understand a person who says 'I don't read' because I feel like they cannot be complete. If you are one of these non-readers, start out small because you'd be surprise at how much just one book can change your life.
K.P.H
I did only bring one, but I got more than one once I was here. I'm at 13 books that I've acquire; either as gifts or that I've bought for myself with Christmas money. Now I do realize that I have a week left, but even I'm not talented enough to finish that lists in that amount of time, especially since some of them aren't one-a-day-ers. I am proud to say that I've got some from every genre so that when I do find more free time (which probably won't be anytime this semester) I will have a diverse selection to choose from to top the selection from my already existing library.
Buying books might look like a disease to some people, but for me, it's a much cheaper way to travel while I'm in school. It broadens my horizons and gives me things to look forward to. I've started a list of places I want to visit when I'm done school, and things I want to try when I have the chance. Reading books have made me into the person I am today (in addition to my friends and family who have supported me). I could never understand a person who says 'I don't read' because I feel like they cannot be complete. If you are one of these non-readers, start out small because you'd be surprise at how much just one book can change your life.
K.P.H
Sunday 4 January 2015
Love: Snow on the Slopes & Smile on my Face
Good evening my dearest readers! I though I'd take the time to share with you the great view I had on the top of the hill when I went to Sault Ste. Marie with my parents this weekend. Unfortunately, we didn't stay long but the trip was worth every minute of it.
Skiing is one of the many past times that I love to do but it can only be accomplished during a certain time of the year because I'm not a millionaire and I can't travel to wherever there's snow. I am content to have fun every now and then, and enjoy the moments I can get.
If you're a little tentative about taking up the sport, try it out on the kiddy hill with rentals that way you don't spend a whole bunch of money on something you might not even like. I love both cross country skiing and downhill skiing, but most people prefer one over the other. You can't say you don't like something without trying it and maybe once you see the beauty of nature (meaning the killer view I saw yesterday) you might just be motivated enough to try it for yourself!
K.P.H
ps. a big thanks to my dad for posing for this picture!
Skiing is one of the many past times that I love to do but it can only be accomplished during a certain time of the year because I'm not a millionaire and I can't travel to wherever there's snow. I am content to have fun every now and then, and enjoy the moments I can get.
If you're a little tentative about taking up the sport, try it out on the kiddy hill with rentals that way you don't spend a whole bunch of money on something you might not even like. I love both cross country skiing and downhill skiing, but most people prefer one over the other. You can't say you don't like something without trying it and maybe once you see the beauty of nature (meaning the killer view I saw yesterday) you might just be motivated enough to try it for yourself!
K.P.H
ps. a big thanks to my dad for posing for this picture!
Saturday 3 January 2015
Laughter: Giggle Genetics
Good evening my dearest readers and I hope that you have all been enjoying yourselves during you holidays. I know that many of you have already returned to work and that most of you will be rejoining the workforce or the academic force on Monday. Like I mentioned before, I still have an entire week before I have to go back to school which I absolutely love.
This Laughter post is literally about laughing. Yesterday, my parents and I went to Sault-Ste-Marie to go skiing and since my dad still had to work in the morning, we decided to keep all of our energy for today. However, since we were staying the night, we went to have dinner at Wacky Wings which is a franchise restaurant that started there in the Sault. With that being said, the food was good but at a time during our meal (and for the life of me I can't remember what had been said) but something was extremely funny that I burst out laughing. What was even better was the fact that that wasn't even the funniest part. As I'm trying to compose myself, my parents realized that my signature laugh was both of their combined to which they both started laughing. It was a melodious and somewhat orchestrated build up of laughter. People were obviously staring at us like we were a bunch a maniacs but everything after that was just so funny.
I think the lesson here is not that there might a be a possibility that you inherit your folks' laughter (but who knows, you might already have) but that you must not skip on an opportunity to laugh wholeheartedly. So many memories are made when we least expect it and it's in those moments that our lives are made.
K.P.H.
This Laughter post is literally about laughing. Yesterday, my parents and I went to Sault-Ste-Marie to go skiing and since my dad still had to work in the morning, we decided to keep all of our energy for today. However, since we were staying the night, we went to have dinner at Wacky Wings which is a franchise restaurant that started there in the Sault. With that being said, the food was good but at a time during our meal (and for the life of me I can't remember what had been said) but something was extremely funny that I burst out laughing. What was even better was the fact that that wasn't even the funniest part. As I'm trying to compose myself, my parents realized that my signature laugh was both of their combined to which they both started laughing. It was a melodious and somewhat orchestrated build up of laughter. People were obviously staring at us like we were a bunch a maniacs but everything after that was just so funny.
I think the lesson here is not that there might a be a possibility that you inherit your folks' laughter (but who knows, you might already have) but that you must not skip on an opportunity to laugh wholeheartedly. So many memories are made when we least expect it and it's in those moments that our lives are made.
K.P.H.
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