Paroles

Sitting at my desk, head down, thinking hurting thinking promising thinking thinking and thinking, listening to Nostalgie and Hugues Aufray says,

"Ne pleure pas, non, ne pleure pas
Nous resterons toujours près de toi"

Counting My Blessings - #1

I learned a lot yesterday.

An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.
Buddha

It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.
Marlene Dietrich

Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families.
Unknown

Paris in New York

One of my new favourite passe-temps is drinking a glass of wine, listening to an old school French radio (Nostalgie) that I discovered during a road trip around Europe in 2006 (falling in love with chanteuses like Edith Piaff and Charles Aznavour all over again), and writing.

A nerdy/odd way for a 23-year old to spend Friday evenings. But, hey, if it lets me get my work done, then I'm not complaining.

Tonight's wine was given to us by a friend. Some red that's a bit sour and is already giving me a headache. And I've had less than 1/4 of the glass. Oh cheap wine that sucks - why do people buy you?

Thought du Jour

I have a scar on my forehead, but I'm not Harry Potter.

Afsos.

Dream Texting

Two nights ago was the first time I had a dream about you, and man-o-man what a dream that was! I woke up, at around 7am, freaking out because I had a dream (perhaps a nightmare?) in which I texted you, and then you texted me back with this super weird message.

Because I'm a warrior, and you're a player.

Ya. Weird. I have no idea what I said in my text though. Anyway, so I wake up, frantic that I've put my foot in my mouth (again?) and hunt for my phone. It's where it usually is, on the ledge of my bed, and I grab it, frantically punch in the passcode and hit the little SMS blurb on the top-left corner. I scroll down to your name (a good sign, because iPhones order names by 'most recent'), and read our SMS conversation history without putting on my glasses.

Massive sigh of relief when I realize that it was just a dream. So odd. So So Odd. 

New York, New York

I didn't take many, if any, pictures of this beautiful city last year. This year, I've made it a priority. Picasso comes with me whenever he can, and I shoot away. Seeing the city through Picasso's lens makes it come alive in a way that the hustle and bustle doesn't. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the fact that Picasso lets me, and us, capture a single moment and examine it thoroughly. In a place where a single moment passes by faster than in other places, it's nice to be able to stop it temporarily.

Here are some of my favourites from the past few months. Enjoy.

It's Time I Professed My Love

I can't live without you.

I'd die if you suddenly disappeared.

Your warmth fills me with joy, as does your sweetness.

Oh Chai, never leave me. Pretty please?


Thanks to Ms. V, I've found a spot close to home that makes asal Chai. The real stuff. The one they make on the streets of the Motherland, and that I consumed in glass cups multiple times a day, while there over the Summer. Little Gujrat Deli - you make my life better.

Yes, I'm a F.O.B. But not one of those fresh off the boat. I, my dears, am fresh on the boat.