“…history is always written by winners. When two cultures clash, the loser is obliterated, and the winner writes the history books – books which glorify their own clause and disparage the conqueredfoe. As Napoleon once said, ‘When is history but a fable agreed upon?’ …By it’s very nature, history is always a one-sided account.” – The Da Vinci Code
It’s sad to think that everything we are being taught may be all lies, which means everything we live for could be a lie.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dinning room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming: “I’M NOT GOING”
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for the piano lessons.
You thanked her by never ever bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all days,
from soccer to tuition to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking her to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she told you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13 years old, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thank her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14 years old, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15 years old, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16 years old, she taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17 years old, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18 years old, she cried at you high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus and carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good bye outside the dorm so you won’t be embarrassed by your friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying: “It’s none of your business.”
When your were 21,
she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying: “I don’t want to be like you.”
When you were 22, she hugged you at college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23,
she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was too small.
When you were 24, she met your fianceand
asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, Muuhh-ther, please!?
When you were 25, she helped to pay your wedding,
and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30, she called some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her: “Things are different now.”
When you were 40,
she called to remind you of a relative’s birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were “really busy right now.”
When you were 50, she felt ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden that parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder.
I stole that from Jacky’s Xanga.
After seeing how some girls get treated by their boyfriends or just seeing guys being jackasses in general…
I’m so damn lucky to have such a perfect boyfriend.
One with a heart of gold.
One who will stay true no matter what.
One who will go out of his way for me.
One whose intentions are always good.
One who I know will never break my heart.
One who can never break my heart.
One who I can count on to never leave my side.
One who has so much love and respect for his family.
One who has so much dedication in everything he does.
One whose kind to the young, the old and everyone in between.
One who doesn’t smoke or do drugs and have no intentions to.
One who doesn’t waste his money on useless things to try to fit in.
One who is determined to make something of himself.
One who can put a smile on my face even on the most darkest days.
One who has the patience for me.
One who loves me for me.
ONE OF A KIND.
I can go on and on.
19 months and 7 days with him just isn’t enough.
After all this time, I still haven’t seen any darkness in his heart.
If I ever lose him (*knock on wood*), I’m sure I’ll never find another like him.
It simply cannot get any better than this.
Baby you are truly unique. I love you so much!!
♥xoxo♥
You have childhood bestfriends, beginning all the way in kindergarten or whatever, but as you grow up, the two of you go your own seperate ways and may not ever become close again.
It’s easy to see how two can lose touch if they live thousands of miles apart, but the sad thing is when two individuals who have lost touch live so close to each other. For instance, I made some good friends during my short time living in Vancouver and going to Norquay but once I moved to Richmond, I totally lost touch with everyone just like that. I kept in touch with one girl though; we wrote letters back and fourth for a couple of years but that soon stopped when we were maturing and discovering newer things in life. She is the only person I remember now from then; the others are now just young faces without names. I only live about 20 minutes from where I use to live and I’m sure most of them still live in that area. But they probably don’t remember me as much as I don’t remember them.
My best friend since first grade back in Saskatchewan where I grew up is a whole different story. We began writing letters to eachother right when I moved to B.C. We wrote pages and pages to each other (I once wrote one that was over 20 pages long I think) and they use to come almost 5-6 times a year then the time span between them began increasing greatly… until they came only once a year and maybe even none. The last letter I wrote to her and that I received from her was over a year ago. When I read those letters now, I laugh about the things we use to talk about back before puberty. We always began with a “I miss you very much!!!” and the letters went on about school, family, animals, birthdays, “Ben & Jon”. It was so cute and happy. We were so young and innocent back then; playing cops and robbers, Power Rangers, “kissing games” with the boys, and flipping around on the monkey bars. Then comes the letters, probably beginning in grade 5 or 6, which by reading them, makes me feel kinda foolish yet they were still interesting. Those were the ones filled with emotion, boys (and lots of them), family problems, profanity, pervertedness, depression… We’ve grown up so much and the change is unmistakably visible. Sometimes I wonder how it would’ve been like if I never moved.
When we discovered email, we decided to keep in touch that way, but I learned that writing emails and the old traditional way of writing on paper is so different. E-mails are meaningless because you can send a billion back and fourth in a record of time. With letters, you have to wait for them to be delivered and it’s so exciting when you receive one. Also, knowing that your friend spent their precious time writing you the letter increases its value as well. Back then, I really thought we would be best friends forever. We made plans to go graduate from the same highschool and university together and so on. It was a good dream to hold onto as a child and despite all the change, I still love reminiscing about it.
There are more stars in the universe, than grains of sand on all the beaches in the world.
The world we live in is so big that once you lose touch with that person, you will probably never see them again no matter how many times you two say you’ll keep in touch. I reallly hate the saying “best friends forever.”
I’ve met so many people these last couple years, but I barely kept in touch with any of them. It’s my fault because I never made an effort even when they tried and now I regret it because I might’ve missed out on some great friendships.
It’s so easy to make friends, but its keeping in touch and feeding the friendship that’s difficult.
So here I am… back in the old routine; bored, up late when I should be sleeping. I just noticed I received a message from him a couple hours ago asking if I was still awake. Sorry hunnie.. didn’t hear my phone. I’m using the goddamned Sony Ericcson right now… maybe that’s why. My other phone is charging, but all the way on the other side of my rom because all the outlets around me are being used at the moment and I’m lazy.
Anyway, I wanted to make a list of things I want to do over the summer since everyone’s doing it.
→ GO HORSEBACK-RIDING – if I don’t get to go this summer, I get to kill something.
→ go crabbing at White Rock (just like the good old days with the family).
→ M.I. White Rock with the ladies. Is that ever gonna happen?!
→ how about the corn maze again… even though last summer it was very dusty and hot. But this year I wanna go at night.
→ hit up the beach with the ladies.
→ biking around the Sea Wall.
→ fireworks, of course.
→ go camping – someone please plan this… considering I only have school on Wed.-Fri. this quarter… so I’m free Sat.-Tues. Heh.
→ spend a day downtown, Granville Island, Stanley Park… on foot or public transit with my lover… like that’s ever gonna happen. I don’t think he’ll ever step foot in a bus again. Haha.
→ mini road trip.
→ walk somewhere far with Nat and Mascha (like how we would before we got our licenses).
→ go for breakfast with Nat and Mascha before Mascha leaves for Sri Lanka – I think we’re going tomorrow morning.
→ save up $$
→ get my hair done (I hope I have time to do in the next 2 weeks).
→ go to the GYM!!!!!!! It fucking expires in October and I’ve been a lazyfuck. Plus it’s air conditioned. That was one of my incentives on going there last summer.
→ 5am breakfast at Denny’s with Rina.
→ go bum around in Rina’s house while her parents are away… in her haunted guestroom.
→ DESIGN DESIGN DESIGN … work on my portfolio and get good.
→ bonfire at Garry Point – this time we’ll plan ahead unlike last time.
→ go to the gay pride parade for fun and take pictures to scare my boyfriend (but seriously, I have nothing against homosexuals).
→ make my $95 2-zone bus pass worth it and start taking public transit more often despite how much I hate it (I just graduated and no more student fees already because stupid A.I. is a private institution. This is so pissing!!! Maybe this is a time when I should be thankful that I “look like” my younger sister).
→ lots AND lots of girls’ nights
→ movie nights at home – there are so many movies I wanna watch… and I’m afraid they’ll have to be bootlegged because most of them are still in theatres and I’ll have no time to go.. boo.
→ PARTY-HARDY!!
→ go boating – him and I were suppose to have gone whale-watching a month ago, but we’re both busy motherfuckers.
→ BACKSTREET BOYS CONCERT – hell fuckin’ yeah! Well at least I have something to look forward to.
I got a lot more on my mind, but sadly I’m probably not gonna get a chance to do 95% of the things on my list. This was suppose to be my “fun” summer after grad, but noooo! School and work… and same for my baby. This past week was a preview of what my life will be like until next December and I fucking hate it already. Goodbye social life! At least I’ll still have my love-life! Maybe after Sept. 17 I’ll be free (for 2 weeks) because that’s when my first quarter of school ends… but everyone else will be back in school already. I guess I only have myself to blame for making these decisions. At least I’ll be productive.
My name is Katy, 22 years young & resides in the beautiful Vancouver, BC, a self-defined shopaholic, nerd & bookworm whose obsessed with K-Pop, social media, fitness and food. more?
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