Sorting Through the Clutter
If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this...
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Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this... |
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Monday, March 22, 2010 My dad is the greatest dad to have ever walked the Earth. My mom died when my little brother and I were just kids. I was 10, just teetering on the edge of tween-hood and my brother was still sleeping in his carebear bedsheets. My dad single-handedly raised my brother and I. He was both my mother and father. I didn't really have a mother figure in my life during my formative teen years, but I was never in need of a role model. He taught me to be strong-minded and strong-willed, yet at the same time gentle, respectful, and compassionate. He taught me to love because he unconditionally loved me. In grade school, he would drive my brother and I around on weeknights and all weekend to our piano, swimming, skating, violin, and art lessons. He high school, he always made sure that my brother and I were never in need of anything. When I moved away to university, he would bring salt to sprinkle on my walkway so I wouldn't slip while running late to class. During one really bad winter, when I nearly spun out on the highway while driving back to university, I called him in tears from the highway. He offered to drive up into the snowstorm to get me. I wouldn't let him do that, so instead he stayed on the phone with me and navigated me through all the local roads until I had driven through 3 cities and arrived back on campus. When I graduated and moved into the big city to live on my own, he would bring me homemade soup when I got sick and couldn't stomach anything else. Now that I'm all grown up (for the most part), I recognize what a blessing my dad is and how much I can still learn from him. I cherish ever moment I spend with him. Labels: Grown Up Stuff, Thoughts posted by Jenn | 8:35 PM |Sunday, March 07, 2010 I don't have a particularly acute sense of smell. My olfactory gifts are pretty standards. But once in awhile, a familiar smell, scent, odour will drift by - filling my head with an instant jolt of memories. I don't keep a diary. But smells will do the trick if I want to wander a little bit down memory lane. I bought this fancy new shampoo in first year of university, when I moved away from home for the very first time. I wanted it to be a year of everything new. I bought this shampoo again last week. I didn't even know they still made the brand. The moment I started sudsing up my hair, I was hit was this unmistakable feeling of homesickness, uncertainty, and anxiousness. For absolutely no reason at all. But with a flip of the shampoo bottlecap, it brought back all the feelings of moving away for the very first time. Or how about the time I was walking on the sidewalk on a hot sunny summer afternoon. I didn't even notice the guy walk past me but all of a sudden I was holding hands with my first love. It was Fall, the leaves were fluttering off the trees, and I was walking amidst the century-old buildings at the university we both attended. That cologne smells like butterflies in my stomach, first kisses, and endless daydreams about the first boy I ever loved. My brother got me this drugstore perfume that I still love to spray on from time to time. I stopped using it for awhile, but started using it again sometime last year. It made me think of all the times I got ready for dates in my purple bedroom, of when I got dressed up to go out dancing all night long, or when I was meeting the girls downtown for dinner. Whenever I spray that perfume on, I smell excitement and anticipation. So who needs to write things down in a diary, when I have all these scents - all these olfactory cues - that waft around me? posted by Jenn | 7:25 PM | Sunday, December 06, 2009 I asked Jason whether he's a change-adverse person. His response "I like controlled change". So that got me thinking. I had always thought "change" meant "changes that were out of your control", because I always thought I was good at dealing with change. In fact, I welcome change because I like variety - I liked things to be shaken up a bit when it got too dull. So that led me to believe that change was beyond our control because it was something that you had to deal with - something you had to adjust to. But change can happen by choice too - "controlled change". And as I thought about it, that kind of change may be the tougher than the change that is thrust upon you. Because this kind of change requires you to recognize that something needs to change, to make a decision about changing, and then to act upon it. So maybe "controlled change" is as challenging to deal with as my traditional definition of "change". Either way though, change is good. Labels: Thoughts posted by Jenn | 6:06 PM |Sunday, June 19, 2005 Ultimate Frisbee. It's the ultimate. BBQs are good too. I ate so much this past weekend. I had the most amazing father's day meal today. It was a father's day/mini family reunion dinner. In this fancy schmany chinese restaurant. When the served the first dish, they dimmed the lights in our dining room, and brought in the dish that had dry ice vapours spilling our from under it. It was like eating out of a cauldron. Impressive, creepy, and dodgey all at the same time. I am going to Panama in exactly one week!!!!!! I am soooooooooooo looking forward to the much-needed vacation. My first vacation since I've started work. I want to vacation in every continent before I die. So far: North America, Europe. I've got a lot of catching up to do. By the end of the year, I should be able to add South America and Asia onto that list. I love summer because I get a reason to paint my toenails. Randomness. It's the ultimate. Labels: Thoughts posted by Jenn | 11:03 PM |Friday, May 20, 2005 What is a friend to you? I've always treated friends as dear people in my life. They are people I will not easily, if ever, let go of. (Muahaha...yes, you - dear friends - are ALL stuck with me). They are people who have seen me through thick and thin and have always been there for me. Therefore, I will always be there for them. In the past year, I've learned that is not always the case out there. I was shocked at how easily friendships are shed. Friends make mistakes, but it is not our place to judge. Friends are there to offer support and advice. Friends also need our forgiveness. Although, friends shouldn't have to ask for forgiveness about the same thing twice. Where am I going with this? I'm not sure. I just needed to jot down some thoughts. Labels: Thoughts posted by Jenn | 2:16 PM | |
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