Category: personal
How Badly Do You Want It?
| November 1, 2010 | Posted by caroline under freeform, personal |
“If you want something badly enough, the whole world conspires in helping you achieve it” Don’t act like you’ve never heard that line before. I’ve been spewing that shit for years, and I’m not stopping anytime soon. But how badly do you want it? Do you really want it? ‘Cause if you really wanted…
Conquering My Greatest Fear
| October 31, 2010 | Posted by caroline under myself, on identity, personal, storytelling |
I often tell people that this has been the best year of my life. I’ve never been so consistently happy and emotionally stable. I could say thanks to a few specific people or experiences, but I think it’s mostly thanks to a lot of effort on my part not to fall to pieces. In this…
I loved New York City Until…
| July 16, 2010 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, myself, personal, storytelling |
…until, New York let me down. Truly, it was a reality check — mesmerized by the streets that looked like Paris spiked with North America, caught up in the people that started conversations because they had nobody to talk to at home, captivated by the zeal of people’s lives….Just like that, I was entranced by…
| November 23, 2009 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, myself, on identity, personal |
most of the time, i;ve looked at her with envy. i blow her off in a fit of spite, while admiring her from the corner of my eye. she’s everything i;ve wanted to be she’s everything im not. she does all the things i wish i could do, says all the things i’ve been unable…
Writing for the love of it
| November 14, 2009 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, lifestyle, myself, personal, storytelling |
God, I miss writing for the love of it. I never make the time these days, not even to write to myself. And when I do write to myself, they’re mangled indulgences text messaged to myself, often observations, regularly my internal conflicts. I am not emotionally nor mentally numbed, no, but I channel it…
on panic attacks in the workplace
| January 20, 2009 | Posted by caroline under personal, storytelling |
For some reason, these tender nerves somehow stand on end even when there’s nothing to lose, nor fear. I found myself cowering over my lunch bag, transported back to my highschool years, hoping that two and a half minute microwave nuke would never come to an end so that I may never face the pending…
Toronto Restaurant Times
| January 3, 2009 | Posted by caroline under personal, storytelling |
I have a dirty little secret to share. It’s a little embarrassing, because it makes me sound stuck up. I have developed a horrid attachment to GOOD FOOD!!! I think I come off like a sheikha, and my significant other always shakes his head at me because of the way I make choosing a restaurant…
the new year 2009
| December 31, 2008 | Posted by caroline under personal, storytelling, Uncategorized |
a thousand words, they say, will keep the crazies at bay.. The world is celebrating the New Year, 2009, bringing it in with a bit of subdued joy. The past year has been tumultuous. I’ve come across a poem, and heard a sonnet, both referring to the different economic scandals and political big whigs that…
strange phenomenon, Queen and Yonge, Toronto
| May 14, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, freeform, lifestyle, myself, personal, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
I was sitting at the corner of Queen and Yonge today waiting for Mutton to meet me for dinner..it was rush hour, everyone was leaving work and I was reading the paper on a bench. Truthfully, I couldn’t concentrate, as there were too many fashionable clacking heels passing amidst the streetcars and out-of-place bicycles. I…
reading
| May 11, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, personal, storytelling, theories, Uncategorized |
i’m fairly smitten with milan kundera. i am not smitten by him the way i have been caught up in a fine balance, or shantaram, nor the way i whizzed through jhumpa lahiri and unaccustomed earth..they’ve got nothing on him. i wouldn’t say i’m drawn to him the way i was intrigued by gabriel garcia…
