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because greta said i should write…


First off, I would like to say how much I hate labels. I hate labels and people who would judge me for shopping at Dollarama. I tear at them (the people, that is) as I feebly scratch the reluctant sticker and get my nails all gunky. I also hate when you boil water and forget about it and have to drink cold tea. I hate when you actually take the time to make a salad but then the dressing leaks all over your bag. I hate how I have the worst teachers for the subjects I love, and the best ones for those I hate. I hate how my parents don’t even consider what I have to say, but stuff their ears with cotton balls (not really, but that would be funny). I hate how lately I break down every time I try to stand up. It’s really not okay. Oh no, today was not a very pleasant day.

I love how they told us our French teacher was going to be cranky in her pregnancy, but instead we’re laughing more than ever before. I love how somehow some people keep smiling under stress, duress, the rest. I love poetry and writing and words WORDS, even when the teachers (unknowingly) do their best to ruin them. I love oatmeal raisin cookies with coconut, especially when you find a secret, don’t-you-dare-eat-them stash and you eat them anyway. I love girls who aren’t afraid to yell down the hallway. I love people who give money for nothing, and people who do big somethings for no money at all. Thanks to them, today was wonderful, really truly full of wonder.

But I don’t know how I feel about love and hate and all those words in between. My daddy says hate is a strong word and shouldn’t be misused. Well, I say love is a strong word that shouldn’t be abused. So maybe we should salvage all the lost words floating somewhere in between and serve up some meaning for what should’ve been.

P.S. Sorry to be so mopey and melancholy. If you’re interested, get your own mind-numbing t-shirt over here.

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tu risa

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

– translated from the Spanish poem by Pablo Neruda

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rainy days and miss marling

Haven’t posted about music in a while so thought I should. Though it’s August the weather where I live has been rather gray today. Kind of a nice dreary though. I don’t mind a little rain when I can sit inside with a cup of tea and a good book. Well, I guess that last requirement has been failing me. (So far every time I crack open dear old Oscar Wilde’s Dorian I seem to fall asleep. Yes, literally.) But Miss Marling has more than made up for that. I’ve been hooked on a lot of happy, poppy music lately (think Kate Nash, Matt & Kim) and the softly melancholy sound of Laura’s voice along with her barely-there guitar comes as a very refreshing surprise. On a day like today, with all the rain and gray skies, I would go for “New Romantic.”

I’m guessing you have to be in the right mood to fully fall in love with this song, but if you’ve ever been in love and then gone through the pains of losing it, I’m sure you’ll understand. If this is the case, please do this for me. The first time you listen, don’t try too hard to catch the lyrics (she does mumble through them quickly so it’s not a hard task). Instead, just sit and let the sound wash over you. I know that sounds cheesy but just do it. If you’re feeling really nostalgic, you might think about that boy who made you so happy you were scared to lose him. And the devastation of realizing how easily you could have prevented it when you actually did (lose him, that is). But only if you’re feeling nostalgic. The second time through, listen for the lyrics. Somehow, inexplicably, the words manage to be perfectly naive while insightfully mature. She’s lamenting the loss of the innocence of her first love! … And yet remaining calm as she realizes that she will never treat romance in the same way ever again.

“And I’m sorry to which ever man should meet
my sorry state,
watch my steady lonesome gait and beware.
I would never love a man
’cause love and pain go hand in hand
and I can’t do it again.
I would never love a man ’cause I could never hurt a man,
not in this new romantic way.”

Anyway, sorry to drag everyone’s mood down. I guess you could blame it on the rain instead if you were feeling generous.

*Little update – I figured out how to embed Vimeo videos into a post (yah!) so hopefully that will overcome the annoying “embedding disabled by request” message.

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how to say i love you

Just thought I’d share this beautiful film. It’s simple, yet genuine and seems to have struck a chord with over two million other people worldwide. (Plus, who doesn’t like a cute boy with an Irish accent?) Tell me, if you could avoid the awkward beginning stages of a relationship, how would you do it?

P.S. If you just can’t get enough of the lilty Irish tone, check out Leap Year starring Amy Adams and Matthew Goode.

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romeo and juliet


“My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!”

Juliet from Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet (Act 1, Scene 5)

We’ve started reading “Romeo & Juliet” in English class. Though most of the boys are trying to prove their macho manliness by sulking in the corner, the girls are secretly in romantic heaven. Admittedly, the thought of love-hungry Romeo persuing pre-adolescent Juliet is slightly creepy, but we still swoon. We dream of being in Juliet’s place when Romeo sees her for the first time, immediately declaring passionate love and offering a tender kiss. We feel certain their love will end all conflict between the Montagues and the Capulets.

But is it too far-fetched to believe that love can conquer all? When two opposing families – deeply entwined in mutual hatred – collide in the meeting of their cherished son and daughter, they cannot forget their past quarrels . . . and love is not victorious.

Have you ever met someone so extraordinary, so brilliant, so wonderful . . . but the timing was off? Every conversation you have with them leaves you wishing for more. Your brain speeds up, your heart pumps faster, and even your soul seems lighter. That is, until you realize the one barrier holding you back. Why hadn’t you realized it earlier, before you came this far? Why hadn’t your brain begun to operate before your heart? It was “too early seen unknown, and known too late!”

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valentine’s day plans

Valetine’s Day is fast approaching.  At the risk of huge embarassment, I will let you in on a secret. My friends have proposed a “friendship party” (aka a “let’s eat ice cream and cry about our singleness together” party). We’ll watch romantic movies and dream of the guys we’re destined to meet someday (where are they now?). I am not ashamed to admit, I think it will be a lot of fun.  Are you doing anything fun? (Warning: if you say you’re going on a date with your beloved I will throw pie at you!)

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