tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78902055946829122212024-03-13T00:24:35.169-04:00Joli BlogJoliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.comBlogger443125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-7564473569414335932013-12-10T07:29:00.002-05:002013-12-10T07:32:52.959-05:00How do you keep yourself motivated?<div class="MsoNormal">
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And then after some time passes by and you're somewhat closer to finishing what you started, you feel that you simply don’t want it anymore and the feeling becomes so
strong it makes it seem as if you’re trapped and stuck with it now. Now it
wants you! And while you were so busy creating strategies, it built a wall
around you and there’s no fucking way out…</div>
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Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-1970197676696688102013-08-09T10:57:00.000-04:002013-08-09T10:57:18.854-04:00What if......she tells you she doesn't love you anymore?<br />
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Maybe for the first few seconds you don’t believe her and you start
laughing, you think that she would never be brave enough to leave. But it
happened, and now she wants to break-up. <br />
You take a step back. “Very well”, you say, “…if you want to break up, we’ll
break up.” And you continue: I am not even the guy for you, I was with you only
to pass time"… lying to her and lying to yourself. At this point your only
purpose is to attack her, without realising that if what you just said was
actually true, it would mean that you’re the biggest idiot for wasting your
time with someone you never even loved. And you suddenly leave, thinking that by doing so; you’ll break her into
pieces. You turn around without looking back, just so you won’t have the
picture of this moment painted on your mind.<br />
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You start going out there, wanting to look cheerful as if nothing had
happened. “I broke up with that one...” you tell your superficial friends, and
then you continue “…she wasn’t right for me anyways, I didn’t even like her”. Your
friends pat you on your shoulder, welcoming you into their
world satisfied. But you know that this world is one of punks and you wanted to get out
of it, but now... We’ll now you’re back to square one.<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
You go on a quest, you start contacting ex-girlfriends, searching for them
on the internet; you wish to be with pretty much just anybody, anyone will do,
just to replace her. But nothing works out and you start to feel very lonely.
This is when you start to despair. You don’t want to admit how much you care
for her and you don’t even wonder what made her leave you. Perhaps you were
wrong. No, instead you become aggressive. When you call her or text her, it is
only to insult her. You get even angrier when she ignores you, because you are
not able to understand that nobody is forced to listen to your insults. Who do
you think you are?<br />
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The next morning when you wake up and watch yourself in the mirror, you see yourself
as ugly and small. Your messy, dirty hair falling on your forehead and you
start feeling sorry for yourself. You’re really hurting… Where does this hurt
come from and what was the reason for her to cause it? But you don’t ask
yourself that. Instead you start building fantasies where she is already with
someone else. Your logic is simple: "She’s very attractive, so there must
be at least one dude that wants her and because she can’t stand being alone,
she must have accepted him". Your jealousy is based on imagination because
you’re limited to think that she would do exactly what you would if only you
would have found someone to give you the smallest amount of attention. Do you not think
about the possibility that maybe she isn’t like you? You are too proud to even
think that maybe you were very wrong and instead you blame her for
everything. She didn’t love you –that is your motto now– while you were a “perfect
saint”. And even if you weren’t, you’re a man and you should be allowed to do
anything and be forgiven everything. And because you think that way, you could
never change; you don’t even consider doing the right things, because you don’t
consider ever doing anything wrong in the first place. You think of yourself as
almost perfect, therefore there is no problem in being accepted just the way
you are now, so you conclude that she simply doesn’t love you, she’s not the
one. It doesn’t even cross your mind that perhaps sometimes you weren’t loyal,
you acted like a douche, and when she wanted you to hold her, you chose to
sleep in a different bed…<br />
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Yet you won’t leave her alone, you start to adopt different tactics. Suddenly
you become smooth and polite. You apologize for what was said, explaining that
it was all said in anger and without much thinking. You tell her that you love
her and that you know she feels the same. This is why you believe you should be
together again as well as for the sake of the good moments you had. You don’t
want to accept her decision to end the relationship and you go on and on about
your feelings, trying to change her mind. This is how you lie to her now. Again
you’re too proud or just plain stupid to just stop for a moment to ask yourself
what was that you did wrong. Instead you go on and on about the same things,
but when she tells you that she is very busy the next day and needs to get off
the phone, you put an end to everything and hang up the phone with such anger
as if you just made the decision not to contact her ever again. At this point
you lost your pride, you act chaotic and you sometimes cry on the phone. And
you cry, asking for forgiveness, telling her that it is your fault entirely.
You didn’t know how to treat her, how to respect her, but if she were to give
you another chance, everything is going to be different. You will make her feel
like she is the only girl! How many chances do you want? What if she has
already questioned if your tears are even real? But you don’t care about that,
as long as it works. You know that crying moves people and you use it
successfully. However, you start realizing that something isn’t right and that
you can’t continue the same way in the future if you are going to be together
again.<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
After a couple of months of hard work you manage to restore what is now
only a miniature of the love she once had for you. To you, however, this love
seems even better than the one before and you’re proud of yourself. You’re
convinced that you regained her trust and you also think that you won her heart
all over again. And with that thought, you go over with a bouquet of flowers.
You expect her to just forget about everything and jump in your arms when she
sees you. Sure, that would be nice. Instead she quietly opens the door, says
hello. After she puts the flowers in a vase, she remains quiet. <br />
She surprises you by seeming very sad. You ask her what’s wrong, she doesn’t
answer. You finally realize that a while ago an entire temple has crushed down
and over her soul and if you don’t want to lose her, it’s time to start
rebuilding it. <br />
You look into her eyes and you’re instantly petrified, locking inside
yourself a storm that has just started in you. You wonder if and wish it
wouldn’t be too late. You are terrified by the thought and you feel as if you
have to try hard in order to not collapse. You sit on the couch and ripping
tears start cutting your breath. You wish so badly for her to come sit beside
you, wrap her arms around you and tell you that it’s not too late. But she
doesn’t, she just stands relentlessly in the middle of the room staring
suggestively at the door…<br />
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Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-40062199214413972412013-08-08T14:43:00.001-04:002013-08-08T15:42:12.750-04:00Life is in fact good! Quit complaining about something and actually change it - if it can be changed or move the fuck on if it can't. <br />
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It so happens to be blind to good things even when they are right in front of your eyes, but you can always tell when a great thing is coming your way even if it's miles away.<br />
No matter how hard the times you find yourself in are, life gives second chances. Just trust life on that.<br />
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Anger is okay, it burns the soul clean. However, hate causes problems and it has yet to be a solution to anything, ever. So (instead) give love another chance and after that give it another... <br />
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Happiness means <u>commitment</u>: commitment to making your dreams come true, commitment to making something work, commitment to be there for someone when they need it, etc etc. That is if you want to live happily, if not you're not welcome in my peer group. Get out!Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-60674310883699133232013-01-26T00:04:00.000-05:002013-06-26T04:15:34.286-04:00I never ask why because any question that starts with “why” is an useless one. That isn’t to say that I don’t know the answer. Because, you see, answers are not to be taken from words, but from actions. Balanced ≠unbalanced. <br />
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And it’s all the same… so much alike. Nothing seems to change.Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-51084420263644403192012-08-21T00:38:00.000-04:002013-06-26T04:18:05.751-04:00Chapter V - It's time.<br />
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<em>- Chloe! Will you come downstairs? Breakfast's ready! </em><br />
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<em>- Yes, Sam. I'll be there in a second.</em> <br />
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As Chloe was coming down the stairs, the feelings from the eve started to fade away. <br />
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<em>- Good morning!</em> she said as she walked around the table and sat on her usual chair.<br />
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<em>- Where's my kiss?</em> asked uncle Geoff.<br />
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Chloe laughed:<em> I'll blow it to you from across the table.</em><br />
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After the breakfast, aunt Samantha sent Chloe to Mrs. Clotier's house to get a few lemons and a bowl of raspberries for a cake that she was planning to bake that afternoon. <br />
Chloe was carrying the bag of lemons over the arm and holding the bowl of raspberries in her hands as she was walking home. When she passed by Alain's house, she found herself on the ground, raspberries all over her cream-colored lace dress and one finger bleeding from a broken piece of the bowl. <br />
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- <em>Mon Dieu!</em> she heard a female voice from afar. It was Catherine, who was coming out of the house.<br />
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As she looked up she saw Alain, looking stunned in front of her:<br />
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Lost into her thoughts, Chloe didn't even see Alain in her way and she had bumped into to him, which caused her to lose her balance and fall on the ground. She looked at Catherine walking towards them, then looked at Alain and the words came out of her mouth...<br />
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<em>- What are you doing here?</em> Chloe shouted. <em>What are you doing in my way?</em> <br />
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Alain took her hand in his hand, while the feeling of rising tears hit Chloe. She pulled her hand and ran towards the house with Alain calling behind her to wait. The door hit the wall as she entered the house.<br />
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- <em>What happened?</em> Samantha came after her in the living room.<br />
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- <em>My dress!</em> Chloe shouted. <em>My dress is ruined!</em> <br />
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She didn't care at all about the dress, she was so very much in love with Alain, but she didn't want to admit it. To herself, yes. To anyone else, never! <br />
Besides, what was the point, he was almost eight years older than her, he had a girlfriend and he was one of her uncle's lawyers. <br />
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The road to the airport was sprinkled with bitter sweet sadness. Something new was settling in, it was time to change... Teddy bears for high heels, lace for leather, innocence for new beginnings. <br />
Very early in the morning, Chloe left Paris for Seattle with her uncle Geoff to visit her grandparents. Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-90995406612755558022012-02-05T03:11:00.000-05:002012-02-05T03:11:22.239-05:00It's time..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uojdVuUFfF0/Ty45kKeF7SI/AAAAAAAAB5w/b4wPawuNegw/s1600/imagesCA8HGVQ3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="174" width="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uojdVuUFfF0/Ty45kKeF7SI/AAAAAAAAB5w/b4wPawuNegw/s320/imagesCA8HGVQ3.jpg" /></a></div>Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-55060520957294392822012-01-03T06:29:00.003-05:002012-01-03T20:32:49.788-05:00.<br />
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<em>As we are getting closer to the ending of another year, I would like to know if you’ve learnt anything new about yourself in 2011. I feel like I’ve learnt a lot, with the help of other people as well as being in many different situations. Here’s a short list of some of the things I've learnt:</em><br />
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<strong>1. I am much better at handling crises than I previously thought I was.</strong><br />
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If you manage to keep your calm and laugh at the situation, a solution will pop-up in your mind and it is usually the right one.<br />
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<strong>2. That I don’t have to know all the answers.</strong><br />
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In any given situation, at your job or just life, you don’t have to know all the answers, and you can’t know them all for that matter, it’s just not possible. You just have to know how to find them.<br />
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<strong>3. That I don’t fear strangers.</strong><br />
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I could say that I re-learnt this about myself. After all, some of my favorite people today were once strangers.<br />
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<strong>4. That I take more than I can handle.</strong><br />
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I shouldn’t overwhelm myself with anything, just because I want to hurry up to finish something in a certain time. And I shouldn’t make myself available to people when they won’t do the same for me.<br />
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<strong>5. I like pretending.</strong><br />
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I like pretending that I am someone else. Not in a social environment though, but rather on camera or in front of an audience. It is almost like playing and being a child again. Love, love it!<br />
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<em>Is there at least one thing you've learnt about yourself this year? </em>Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-8200357457599090982011-11-12T23:15:00.000-05:002012-05-18T05:00:34.351-04:00Dear John,<span style="color: red;"> It's Saturday and I don't love you anymore.</span><br />
People change as time goes by, other people get in between, <strike>but I will love you til the day I die</strike>. <br />
<span style="color: white;">We use them to help us forget, we use them to be reminded </span><span style="color: white;">how to fall, to shake the dust and try again, because we've learnt that after one follows another and that no matter </span><span style="color: white;">how real it may seem, no pain is forever. Only time can tell if resentment will chase away the love. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Saw you that cold evening,I smiled back, wondering: what the fuck do we think we found here?</span>Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-53815577841504655372011-08-03T02:55:00.007-04:002011-08-09T15:44:58.361-04:00UpdateIt is 2:45 AM here and I am insomniac. I don't feel tired, yet knowing that I will have to wake up in less than five hours makes me cringe, lol. If I go to sleep now I'm afraid that I won't hear the alarm in the morning... and tomorrow, in fact today is very important to me. Anyways, since I find myself in this unfortunate situation, lol and with really nothing better to do o.O I thought that updating my blog would be a good idea. <br />
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Since I don't have anything prepared for you as I wasn't really inspired to write anything lately (I'm reffering to the story I am writing here on the blog), I will update you with a few drawings that I made lately...<br />
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</div>Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-87753214856045566942011-07-22T19:05:00.000-04:002011-07-22T19:05:11.285-04:00UpdateI have been up to many other things and to be honest, lately I have lost interest in posting on the blog. However, I will keep it up and will update from time to time with the usual stuff about anything that crosses my mind. And I will also make some changes in the near future...Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-30965062543356411422011-07-22T18:51:00.007-04:002011-07-22T19:21:18.770-04:00How to get over a break-up.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7fXT2tAAjs/Tin96E278zI/AAAAAAAAB3E/2ySB5xdS04c/s1600/fgfgf.png" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7fXT2tAAjs/Tin96E278zI/AAAAAAAAB3E/2ySB5xdS04c/s200/fgfgf.png" width="200" /></a> Breakups are hard, there's no denying in that. However, people break-up for a reason. With that in mind, you need to get over someone the right way and also keep in mind that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. You just have to trust life on that.<br />
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There are quite a few aspects about a break-up as to why or how it happens and for some, closure is what it takes to move on or start the process of moving on. Admit your wrongs and forgive yourself, with the idea that you won't repeat them in the future. See and take into consideration the wrongs that have been done to you as well. It is very important that you do so, that way you'll learn the boundaries of your ideal relationship.<br />
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Once you break-up with someone or the other way around, there is no turning back, this is real life and not some movie where people get back together and live happily ever after. </span><br />
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1. <strong>Cut off all contacts with your ex.</strong> Believe me, you don't want to keep track of their life without you. This will prolonge and add up uselessly to the process of moving on. Delete them from Facebook, MSN, your phone, etc. Also move all the pictures into a folder that won't come up in your face each time you turn on your computer. Or delete them altogether. <br />
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2. I will call this one <strong>"The 60 days rule"</strong>. Which means imposing yourself to not contact your ex in any way for 60 days. For no reason, not at all. You should've given their stuff and gotten your stuff back from them by now.<br />
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3. <strong>Get a new haircut.</strong> But, please don't go all crazy with it. Google trendy hairstyles or just go to a good salon and ask for something that will suit you.<br />
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You can spice it up with some streaks, even a new color or just play with the tones of your current haircolor.<br />
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4. Allow yourself a little <strong>retail terapy</strong> and go shopping. Go for sexy but classy. <br />
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5. For 30 days, make it a rule to <strong>accept every invitation you get from everyone you know</strong> even if you don't feel like it. You need to go out, meet new people, have fun and live your life.<br />
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6. Breakups are often associated with the pain you feel when someone dear to you dies and grief is normal. <strong>Allow yourself to grieve</strong>, there is no shame in that. It is rather healty and very normal and it is also part of moving on.<br />
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For an undetermined period of time, you should expect yourself to swing from feeling okay to feeling sad. You will be having good days where you won't think about your ex at all, followed by bad days where you don't feel like doing anything.<br />
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7. <strong>Be prepared </strong>to hear that they have already moved on or that they are seeing other people, even that they are talking behind your back. Some people get nasty while dealing with breakups. Of course, you may feel angry, but anger is okay, it burns the soul clean. Don't let it affect you and remember that this is not a competition, nor should you search for revenge. If you ask me, there is no better revenge than happiness. Use that energy to work on your well-being instead.<br />
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8. Another painful aspect of a break-up that you should be aware of, could be returning to known places. You can't help it but feel nostalgic and that is probably one of the times when you feel you miss them the most. What you need to do is to <strong>replace those thoughts with replaying in your mind everything that you hated about your ex.</strong> In time you'll create other memories in those places and you'll not associate them with your ex anymore.<br />
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Someday soon you will wake up and probably won't even realise how long it has been since you haven't thought about your ex. And even if they will cross your mind, you will feel nothing.<br />
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Each of us has it's own way of dealing with situations. For some it is harder to deal with things, while others are stronger and get over something much easier. Either way, it is in our nature to fight and to succed. No matter how worse the times, tomorrow will be better. And remember that you're not alone, your friends would be happy to be by your side.Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-7392480710900846802011-05-11T17:52:00.004-04:002011-05-11T17:57:22.278-04:00Guys..I am not happy at all with the last chapter of the story that I just posted before, but I posted it anyway, so you'd know what happens next, hehe. I might change it a little bit in the near future, lol. . Time is not my friend at all these days. To think about it, time was never my friend. My father once compared me to the first nations here, in Canada, who said that the worst thing they ever learnt was the time. And I agree..Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-8725922419054905472011-05-10T22:12:00.006-04:002012-08-20T02:13:09.736-04:00Chapter IV - Tell her no!<img alt="Chapter IV" border="0" src="http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a446/LadyMShop/120214.gif" /><br />
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It was a hot summer evening, the dusty air carried a suffocating warmth. There was no breeze whatsoever and nothing seemed to break into the peaceful silence of that midummer's evening.<br />
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Chloe and Samantha went to visit Mrs. Clotier, the oldest resident of Cartier Iberville. The old lady liked to hold dinners, it reminded her of her younger days, when she was present at every ball. <br />
At the massive, white and round table in the garden, Chloe saw Alain sitting by himself. Apparently Mrs. Clotier invited him as well. They exchanged quick hellos and a look while passing by. Samantha sat at the table with Alain Lambert and Mrs. Clotier, while Chloe walked away and sat in the rock-chair full of pillows that smelled like basil. She was facing the table, when from inside the house, a young woman made her way along the surrounding hedge to join them at the table. <br />
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<em>- C'est ma nièce Catherine,</em> said Mrs. Clotier.<br />
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<em>- And Alain's soon to be moving in girlfriend</em>, added the woman while placing her hands on Alain's shoulders.<br />
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- <em>Congratulations</em>, said Samantha moving her eyes from her to Alain who smiled awkwardly.<em> It is nice to meet you Catherine.</em><br />
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- <em>Please call me Cath</em>, she said loudly.<br />
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Catherine's light ginger hair was cut into a bob, her pale blue simple summer dress made her look so elegant and matched perfectly with her fair skin. She wasn't very pretty, but her neat style made her stand out in that way. <br />
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<em>- Chloe, viens nous rejoindre à la table, veux-tu? </em><br />
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<em>- Bien sûr, Mme Clotier.</em> She replied and walked smiling to join them at the table.<br />
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<em>- Oh, qui est cette jolie fille?</em> asked Catherine.<br />
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Who knew that the most simple words when put together with the smallest gestures could become like poisonous splinters, ripping her chest open from inside out, cut through it, over it... What really makes that moment where one crosses the border between magic and disbelief, hope and apathy, calm and restlessness, innocence and darkness, today and the rest of one's life?<br />
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At the end of that day, under the sunset's shades, Chloe's eyes appeared empty like two holes in a mask in which she saw Alain for whom he really was: just a stranger.<br />
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As she watched their silhouettes fading into the night, Chloe stared wistfully and wished she had him!Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-46158266732596491182011-04-23T15:43:00.005-04:002011-05-02T23:36:40.596-04:00Happy Easter!!<strong><center>I wish you all a very happy and sunny Easter!!</center></strong><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq3MKReUPBk/Tb932VtynDI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/pcVLF_fbDMA/s1600/easter_basket_by_oborochann-d3eh4gz.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq3MKReUPBk/Tb932VtynDI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/pcVLF_fbDMA/s320/easter_basket_by_oborochann-d3eh4gz.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602328236898032690" /></a><br /><center>Forgive and be forgiven:)</center>Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-6801053834534645852011-04-21T00:55:00.000-04:002011-04-21T03:06:38.030-04:00M.I.ASo hi,<br /><br />I know I've been M.I.A for.. *looks at the date of the last post* whoa! Two months?! <br />Well, I have been very busy and I don't quite see that changing in the upcoming months either. But I love blogging, so I will keep posting, just not as often as I used to.Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-52198427379455909582011-02-15T23:00:00.004-05:002011-02-16T04:23:50.446-05:00The Lost Chapter<img src="http://i561.photobucket.com/albums/ss59/JunkeeJolli/120304.gif" border="0" alt="The Lost Chapter"><br /><br /><br />The first day of school was over, little Chloe was wandering the streets on a rainy afternoon. The rush hour found her lost in time and space, trying to sneak through the big people to find her way home. Tired of walking through the windy day, she sat on a bench in front a house. She wiped her hands on her baby blue handkerchief and then took a byte from the apple her mother had put in her backpack the evening before. She took another byte and chocked on it. The next moment she felt a hand on her back:<br /><br /><em>- Are you ok?</em><br /><br /><em>- Yes, she managed to reply. Yes, I am.</em><br /><br /><em>- My name is Ryan. I saw you at school today. You sit right in front of me.</em><br /><br /><em>- Really? Well looks like you’re always behind me… what are you doing here?</em><br /><br />He laughed and said:<br /><br /><em>- Well, this is my house. This is where I live.</em><br /><br />Chloe felt a little embarrassed to tell him that, in fact she was lost.<br /><br /><em>- I am Chloe and it was nice meeting you. I will see you around!</em> She got up and without looking back she just walked into the rain again.<br /><br /><em>- See you Chloe!</em> He shouted.<br /><br /><br />At the next intersection she incidentally met one of their neighbours who drove her home. Maybe it was the first day of school with walking into the new and unknown, maybe it was the rainy and grey day, but when she walked into the house and closed the door behind her, she had a strange feeling of restlessness, presaging that something was going to happen. <br />The babysitter encountered her and cheered her up, so she soon forgot everything about it. Her parents were away on a business trip and were to come back that very evening. <br />Ever since Chloe was born, her parents were always gone in such delegations.<br /><br />After dinner, she fell asleep almost instantly on the couch in front of the TV. Hours flown and Chloe woke up in the middle of the night because of a headache. The house was total darkness and silence. Dizzy and confused heading to the kitchen to take an Advil, she drank a sip of water and snorted out the next one when her eyes rested on the wall clock showing 2 AM. It was a habit that when her parents came home they would always come to hug her before going to sleep, even if it was late.<br />She ran to her parents’ room, dozen of thoughts began to spin into her mind making her even dizzier. Arrived in the front of the door, she slowly rotated the knob and opened the squeaky door, her heart beating faster and faster, her eyes searching for her parents silhouettes… empty! That moment was the end of every thought, of the worry before, any sort of feeling left her completely. She tiptoed to the living room and turned on the TV. She looked at the images playing before her eyes and the more she saw she felt as if she was turning into a stone, just like the graves she was going to carry from now on within her soul, buried unfading pain that could not get through the cold stones. <br />With the eyes on the clock that was ticking in her arms, Chloe decided to wait until morning before she called her grandparents to tell them the news: her parents died in a plane crash. The memory of that day didn’t come without the pain, choking her just like a million bytes of apple.Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-34400546720653681972011-02-10T03:37:00.003-05:002011-02-10T03:40:11.300-05:00Check 1 2 3lol, this is a little update to let you guys know that I am still around and that I will be posting again soon. I know I am behind with the story too, shame on me. I don't have the time to make up excuses, I just don't have the time that's basecally the reason. But I have the next chapter to the story, just need to edit it a little bit. Bla bla...Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-21851422568819264552011-02-02T22:15:00.000-05:002011-02-03T02:25:48.572-05:00How do you know if your purchase is a fake?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlA3h5TD4To/TUpYKG9oSLI/AAAAAAAAB04/fbDdDv9WLN0/s1600/designer-labels.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlA3h5TD4To/TUpYKG9oSLI/AAAAAAAAB04/fbDdDv9WLN0/s320/designer-labels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569360819888081074" /></a><br />These are some essential ways to identify an inauthentic fashion or beauty item:<br /><br />•<strong>Labels.</strong> Make sure you know the how the real label of the brand looks like; double check the spelling of the label's name, if it's in the proper fonts, and located in the right positions on the item.<br /><br />•<strong>Seams and stitching.</strong> Most designer bags are made carefully so all-over prints continue evenly around the sides.<br /><br />•<strong>Lining.</strong> Knock-offs often skimp on the interior materials to cut costs (cheap synthetic material instead of suede, etc)<br /><br />•<strong>Soles.</strong> If you're buying footwear be sure all identifying marks (ie, the designer's name and logo) match up on the bottom.<br /><br />•<strong>Details.</strong> zippers are working, threads are the right, matching color. Many brands include authenticity cards and instruction booklets with their merchandise—you can check with the company directly to find out if your purchase should have these.<br /><br /><br />•<strong>Expiration dates.</strong> Discounted designer perfumes could be authentic, but so old that they've actually gone bad years ago.<br /><br /><br />•<strong>Packaging.</strong> Just because something is sealed, doesn't mean it's the real thing. Also check if the item is supposed to come with something, such as a dust bag or logo shoe box, etc.<br /><br /><br /><strong>MOST COUNTERFIETED BRANDS AND ITEMS OF 2010</strong><br /><br /><strong>1.UGGs<br />2.Coach handbags and leather items<br />3.Tiffany's<br />4.Athletic jerseys<br />5.Perfume<br />6.Nike sneakers (especially Air Yeezy and Air Jordans)<br />7.Ed Hardy and Juicy brands<br />8.Watches (like Rolex, Omega, and Tag Heuer)<br />9.North Face<br />10.DVDs (especially box sets of TV series)</strong>Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-89104041307146966252011-01-31T23:57:00.007-05:002013-03-21T23:44:26.590-04:00Chapter III - Only Time Will Tell<img alt="Tree" border="0" src="http://i561.photobucket.com/albums/ss59/JunkeeJolli/41.gif" /><br />
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She has climbed the cherry tree just outside the backyard and was sitting on a branch for hours… carrying a lot of thoughts, they were never leaving her, she carried them always, just like a helmet. She counted 23 days since her family moved to France, eight days since she has met Alain, two days since she hasn’t seen him and a thousand unanswered questions…<br />
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-<em> Tiens! Tu étais là ...</em> Alain said, while climbing on the brunch beside her and continued: <em>Que dans le monde pourrais tu faire ici? </em><br />
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- <em>Voilà</em>! Chloe said. <em>Tu me chercais?</em><br />
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- <em>Moi? Tes parents, se demandaient où tu était ...</em><br />
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Samantha and Geoff Gunn were not Chloe's parents. They were her aunt and uncle. She thought of mentioning that to him, but got carried away by the next thought of how, in return she knew nothing about him...<br />
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- <em>Chloe, j'ai une question pour toi</em> ... he said placing both his hands over hers.<br />
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<em>- Oui?</em><br />
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- <em>Voudrais-tu pratiquer l'anglais avec moi, parfois?</em><br />
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- <em>Ah, oui? Ce serait tellement bien, si tu veux et si tu peux ...</em><br />
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- <em>Hello, and how are you this fine evening, sir?</em> <br />
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- <em>I'm fine, and you? But you can do better ...</em><br />
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- <em>Ok, I'll try ... </em><br />
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- <em>Tu sais, it’s funny your name is Chloe… </em><br />
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- <em>How come? </em>she murmered.<br />
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- <em>Well, long story short is that Chloe is my favorite name. When I was in kindergarden I liked a girl named Chloe and my little sister’s name is Chloe because of that. </em><br />
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- <em>Really? I had no idea you had a sister…</em><br />
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- <em>Yeah, and one time I went to a gypsy, you know a future teller as a joke with some friends and you know what she said?</em><br />
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- <em>No, what?</em><br />
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- <em>She said that one day I will meet a very pretty girl named Chloe… someone-</em><br />
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- <em>That is so cheesy!</em> Chloe gave her verdict. She then laughed and climbed down the tree, letting Alain know that their first English lesson was over and that she needed to head home for dinner. Stopping to look back just one more time, under Alain’s green eyes, Chloe walked feeling under some sort of a spell. With each step she took, she felt in this new way, an unknown feeling to her til that moment and that she couldn’t yet understand. But it felt sweet!Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-85302466809128590602011-01-28T21:54:00.004-05:002011-01-28T22:02:59.180-05:00Special Day- 28.01.2011<center>The most special Birthday wish from me to you!:)</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://i561.photobucket.com/albums/ss59/JunkeeJolli/257724qzzhy39no4.gif" border="0" alt="Happy Birthday"></center>Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-78950145005736311592011-01-27T18:48:00.005-05:002011-01-28T19:55:00.673-05:00CHAPTER II - The Baseball Game<img src="http://i561.photobucket.com/albums/ss59/JunkeeJolli/120198.gif" border="0" alt="Chapter II"><br /><br /><br />Chloe woke up in a very good mood that morning, somehow she was feeling happy, but for no particular reason, in the end, she had pretty much the same life the day before. It was a beautiful summer Saturday. Late, as usual, storming down the stairs, while dressing up a T-shirt, Chloe went to the kitchen where she met her aunt and uncle:<br /><br />- <em>Wow, that's a first ... </em>her aunt said jokingly. <em>What is it with you up at this hour, and! All dressed up?</em><br /><br /><em>- I'm playing baseball and ... I have to go!</em><br /><br /><em>- Wait, where? Now? With whom?</em><br /><br />- I was supposed to be there half an hour ago, it's just around the corner and I'm going with ... Alain, Alain Lambert.<br /><br />- <em>Let her go</em>, her uncle Geoff interfered, <em>have fun pumpkin!</em><br /><br />Stopping for a second to take her breath after running up the hill, her eyes were searching for him: Alain Lambert.<br /><br />- <em>Bonsoir Chloe</em>, he said jokingly to note the fact that she was late. <em>Nous venons de faire les équipes ...</em><br /><br />Everyone aligned in two rows face to face. Chloe immediately followed Alain to be on the same team as him.<br /><br />- <em>Il nous manque un joueur</em>, said one of them.<br /><br />- <em>C’est vrai!</em> And looking around their team, Alain noticed that they had an extra player, so he quickly moved on the opposite team.<br /> <br />- <em>Non!</em> Chloe protested, and went after Alain to join him on the same team. He laughed and went back into the first team, but Chloe did not relent so she followed him once again.<br /><br />By now everyone else understood what was happening, and one of the other players moved so they can play together in the same team.<br /><br />- <em>Es-tu contente, maintenant?</em> he asked laughing.<br /><br />Under the summer skies, the night was slowly spreading over one of the most beautiful cities in the world and under the first glimpses of the sky, Chloe felt so small.<br /><br />- <em>Come get your portion!</em> One of the players called her to reality.<br /><br />Each baseball game was followed by a barbeque. That was the custom on each sunny Saturday. Holding the plate, Chloe was looking around in confusion, but Alain came with a fork:<br /><br />- <em>Je pense que c’est ça</em>, he said, smiled and continued, <em>ce que tu cherchais.</em><br /><br />She was venturing towards new beginnings, walking on yet undiscovered paths so fragrant, where the sunbeams were sneaking through the trees’ branches to keep her warm when she fell asleep under the azure skies with rainbows arching over her way, even the time seemed to be more forgiving and friendly. Amidst different shades of color, full of mysteries and shadows, scented veils and curtains that seemed so real when she touched them with new meanings and confusions hidden behind, Chloe didn’t feel as the heroine of those days, but she rather felt as if she was reading the first pages of the most beautiful story.Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-36327458298651787742011-01-26T20:48:00.003-05:002011-01-26T20:51:32.315-05:00Random UpdateI have yet to find the perfect theme for my blog, so I will be changing it a lot. Looks like I am more into darker stuff these days, and as much as I liked the theme I had before, I think I've scared a lot of people with it, lol. So that is gone now. Anyways, I will post the second chapter of the story tomorrow, so stay tunned, lol. Have a wonderful Wednesday evening!Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-10623296110411602862011-01-21T14:42:00.000-05:002011-01-21T14:44:15.825-05:00Heart<img src="http://i561.photobucket.com/albums/ss59/JunkeeJolli/Heartcopy.png" border="0" alt="Heart">Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890205594682912221.post-38381717454052544392011-01-20T19:08:00.013-05:002011-01-27T18:47:39.475-05:00Chapter I -THE EVE<img src="http://i561.photobucket.com/albums/ss59/JunkeeJolli/120132.gif" border="0" alt="Chapter I"><br /><br />It was three weeks before her 19th birthday on a July afteernoon. Chloe pushed aside the double glass doors leading to the backyard of the house and into the peonies garden, walking the alley in her usual confident manner. The first thing to capture her senses was the unknown voice she heard coming from the table in the yard, where she and her family had their dinner every other day. She glided through the hedgerow, turned the corner and joined her uncle and aunt at the table:<br /><br />- <em>Hi dear</em>, her aunt Samantha greeted her.<br /><br />- <em>Good evening!</em> she said, glancing at the stranger, sitting at the table, while he got up and raised his hand towards her…<br /><br />- <em>Bonsoir</em>, he replied, <em>je suis Alain Lambert. C'est un plaisir de te rencontrer.</em><br /><br />- <em>Oh, bonsoir</em>, French, she tought, and then continued: <em>vous aussi, Monsieur Lambert. Je m'appelle Chloe Aston.</em><br /><br />That day carried the scent of a fresh start. As Chloe sat at the dinner table with her family and their new neighbour, she thought to herself that maybe, them moving from California to Paris wasn't that bad after all. And for the first time ever, since they arrived in France, she felt that, even though she missed home, she might like it here. <br />Later on, after Chloe had given the excuse of needing some refreshment, she disappeared from the dinner table, heading to the house.<br /> <br />- <em>Chloe</em>, she heard him call, so she stopped and turned around.<br /><br />- <em>Monsieur Lambert ... souhaitez-vous une canette de Coke?</em><br /><br />- <em>Sure</em>, he replied walking with her to the house. <em>You can call me Alain, I'm just 25.</em><br /><br /><em>- Bien Alain, je ne savais pas que vous parliez anglais.</em><br /><br />- <em>Que tu, TU parles anglais et oui je parle un peu, j'ai juste besoin de pratique ...</em><br /><br />-<em> Okay, we could practice</em>, she said taking him by the hand and he followed her around the house for a quick tour and then walking the narrow alley passing by the pool on the way back to the dinner table, Chloe stopped:<br /><br />- <em>And this</em>, she said with flourish, <em>is the pool.</em><br /><br />Alain smiled:<br /><br /><em>- Yea. All the water kind of gave it away.</em><br /><br />Chloe laughed:<br /><br /> - <em>Fait attention dont tu me parles</em>, she said teasingly, ou tu pourrais finir mouillé par tout!<br /><br />Alain arched an eyebrow and looked from her to the pool he was standing in front of:<br /><br /> - <em>Oh, non ... </em> he said, <em>ne même pas y penser ...</em><br /><br />She smiled and turned to go back to the table in the garden asking:<br /> <br />- <em>You’re no fun, are you?</em><br /><br />He exhaled, relieved, when in fact he was in for a surprise. Just as he turned around, she tackled him. But he was laughing when they both went sprawling into the pool.<br /><br />« Sometimes it doesn't take a lot to open someone's heart, because sometimes it's all about making the first step ... »Joliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395854925006337602noreply@blogger.com6