These past few days has been a mixture of drifting in and out of sleep, and slowly reintegrating myself back with human company. 

I actually worked a handful of times the last couple of weeks. It turns out that the office has been severely under staff so they turned to me, as they have been known to do. It saddens me that the receptionist spot, which I have been coveting for years,  has been filled by someone else. What am I to do though, right?

Since I have always been an on-call staff, nothing that happens in the office has ever really affected me. It turns out that many people are unhappy with multiple things and decided to leave. Hence, the under staff situation. I was actually offered more hours, but I couldn’t really be bothered to take them.

On Thursday 07/18, I did finally saw Babsie and DC after work. We had dinner, then they came over to my place after. During dinner, Babsie had mentioned that Stella and Virgo, two adorable, high energy, 2 year old Rottweiler-Pit bull mix, whom belonged to the same owner as Ulam, had to be put down 2 days  prior due to some unfortunate circumstances. This actually, genuinely saddened -and still saddens- me; they were two of the most beautiful dogs I’ve ever seen and I couldn’t imagine having Aso (who turned 4 yesterday btw!) ever having an untimely departure.  

What’s more, is that on the same day those dogs were being put down, I received a text message of the most grave matter from SJ. To her misfortune, and just as she had formally asked for work sponsorship, she was caught during a random border inspection on her way back from Seattle. I had thought that she was joking, as I did help with drafting a letter she sent to her boss. I didn’t actually received a reply from her until two days later. It angers me to no end that she would befall this fate. Not only was she highly under appreciated, that company just flat out took advantage of her.  A sliver of hope is still on the horizon though; she has only been banned to return for a year. Quite frankly, I thought that was very lenient, as I speculated something much, much worst from the get-go. It’s really too bad that she waited this long to arrange her affairs, and just as she was, she gets caught.

Seeing as she is scheduled to leave this Saturday, she asked if we could see each other a couple more times. So on Tuesday, her, IC and myself met downtown. 

On the way, I dropped by the Great Wall of Tea in New Westminster to restock and to purchase some for SJ to take home. Then we had cupcakes by the beach while waiting for SJ’s bf so that we could all have dinner together.  

We finished dinner around 9PM. IC had somewhere else to be; I didn’t, so I stayed and third wheeled for an evening stroll around Stanley Park. It was my first time to walk around the entirety of the park; I wasn’t aware, -nor did either of the couple made me aware- at how big the park is. As neither of them uttered a word of protest, I just kept on encouraging us to walk farther. It turns out it was approximately 9 KILOMETERS  in distance,which is quite possibly the longest I’ve ever traveled by foot on one go. It was a cool, starry night so only time constraint was the issue, because I commuted. We were a little over the halfway mark when I thought to ask how long the path is, and at that point I only had about an hour before the the last train departs. In retrospect, on my part, I also miscalculated and misunderstood the train schedule. Luckily, night buses are available, though to be honest, I was quite unsure even of that. I did toy with the idea of quite possibly killing 4 or so hours at SJ’s, just until the train resumes its services again. However, by the time we got back to her place, it was quite apparent that they were both exhausted, and staying too will feel like an intrusion. But hey! I did manage to get around in another country with it’s transit system completely foreign to me, I was just a bit worried since SJ’s place was some distance away from the bus stop I needed, and from all the years I’ve lived here, I’m still quite unfamiliar with downtown, no matter how small it is. Thank goodness for data and gps! Dehydrated and sweating, I managed to make it in time. An hour later, I was almost home. As much as I hate spending money on it, I had to take the cab home seeing as regular buses doesn’t run for another few hours and calling home is out of the question. 

The next day, I had the option of going with the older brother to Black Tusk or meet ate LG to study later in the afternoon. Kuya left just as I was tucking myself in bed, also I was starting to feel slight cramping on my calves. Besides, I’d already promised ate LG that day so I slept instead. Teaching someone else something you’re quite familiar with is such a strange experience. It just gives a perspective on how much knowledge you’ve accumulated and retain with regards to that topic. Hmmnnn.

I had been a little weary that it would get awkward after not seeing any of them for nearly a month, especially when ate DP showed up. See, prior to the trip, we almost spent every waking moment in constant communication or within the company of each other. It wasn’t.  Though admittedly on my part, there is still a slight tension as it seems, I still haven’t recovered my enthusiasm of sharing every detail of my every day as I was used to. 

Sadly, when mother picked us up after dinner, she asked when it was that I started speaking to them again. I think I came off defensive when I tried to explain that I didn’t actively avoided communication with anybody. But knowing that it was just her motherly concern, and it was in her good intention when she advised me to keep some distance, kept me in check. It’s quite sweet really, when I unexpectedly broke down crying the day we came back, she had a very maternal protectiveness about her. In my moment of frailty, I managed to wonder out loud, why the conviction now, and why was it absent when I was picked on when I was younger. Her response was somewhere along this line: “Of course, you’re my daughter and I don’t want to see you hurt. It was no place for me to intervene between children squabble, but I did confront those other moms’ that sided wither their children”. I just think that her views on friendship is warped. Ever since, she has tried to instill in us that there is no better friendship, nor anything more worth, other than the ones you make with family. I never really bought it, and now I understand why. Other than the fact that we aren’t the closest of family, I feel that family isn’t solely exclusive to blood relations. You make and choose family. And you don’t break bonds just because you’ve had a small disagreement. Relationships can be tainted, but just as long as every party is willing to work it out, I don’t see any reason not to try. Life is too short to brood over something irrelevant just as good people are too few to be leaving them behind. 

-Elle Are Emm

Late night slurpee run last night because for some reason, these past few days, I’ve gotten it in my head that I should make my own screamers at home. It’s just so damn good! I honestly want a screamers party. Where has this drink been all my life?

Also, I miraculously woke up early today. and in a vain attempt to even out my tan lines, I lay down on our balcony to soak up some sun, but that felt awkward and exposed so I figured, I would move to the yard where I would be protected by the fence. Yes, I have turned into that girl. 

But my fat, sweaty behind does not permit for this to go on much longer. AND it wasn’t even humid or that hot! I don’t  even remember sweating buckets the few times I was at the beach in Hawaii!

Next on the agenda was to take Aso with me on a long walk inside to forest with the intention of testing out the hydrapack I just bought, and to try and find the trail that would serve as a shortcut when I go to work/train.  It was so beautiful, calm and peaceful inside, I really must make a habit of it. I don’t know if it’s my new found appreciation to summer, but to me, it seems as though this year was the coolest it’s ever been around this season! It’s nice!  *thumbs up*

Oh and I’ve also turned into that person:

I’ve been meaning to check out audiobook to keep my mind occupied during my runs/walk. I honestly didn’t expect to enjoy having someone -and a singular voice at that- read to me. I mean, of course nothing will ever beat the physical feel of a book, but it’s nice to have something the focus on.

-Elle Are Emm

“Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.“ - 1 Corinthians 13:4-7, ESV

Here comes a moment of truth. 

A few months back, during my first House Hold meet, I remember my HH using the above passage from the bible to hold a discussion over. She’d ask which part of it resonated with us. Frankly, I don’t quite remember what I’d said; but I must have related it towards my parents somehow. Now though, having had a little too much time cooped up at home, with only Aso to talk to, this particular passage came back to me out of nowhere. 

Not going to lie, I am not a big bible reader, so I did have to search it using “A Walk to Remember” as keywords. 

During the recent years, I have come to realize that the word love is much broader and deeper than the convenient definition. It takes shape in so many forms, and not a single one is more important than the others. In retrospect, I have always imparted love in the form of a friendship. To me, love and friendship are homologous and I guess that’s probably why I was never quick to claim “best friends”. Just as love and friendship is homologous, friendship and family are synonymous to me.  I know, it’s probably highly unbelievable coming from me, as I’ve always been mean spirited and often commandeering, especially during my younger more tomboyish and unrefined years. It may come across as brash and insincere to others, but that’s just it, I think that may have been a defense mechanism designed to filter out those I do not consider as family. Very little things in this life can hurt me, and I mean truly hurt me. Only three people can really bring me genuine sadness and tears. I’ve admitted to the first two many times, and they’ve been very cathartic, so I guess it’s time I admit to the last one. 

I mean if it’s not already obvious from the current contents and topic of this specific blog….

If I could, I would rewrite the passage above and tweak it a little to: Love takes offense but is not resentful…it doesn’t excuse but understands….love does not come to an end but is not tenacious. 

Taking offense is part of the whole package, I think taking offense, in a reasonable extent is an evidence of love. To love, you take the risk of letting your guard down to effectively transfer a vital part of your emotional being to that person who often, isn’t aware of it, thus there will come a time that they may become careless, and cause hurt unintentionally, but to resent taints the love, it also causes you to hold on and be held back. Love should never have excuses but understanding. Excuse is turning a blind eye to the motives of the hurt that’s been caused; not only is it easy, it also paves way to abuse and dwindles the love for one’s self. Understanding, on the other hand, forces you to look pass your ego and examine the reasons why you are hurt and why the hurt was caused; whether is was intentional or an accident. Love does not come to an end, how could it when you’ve already given and handed over an impalpable part of yourself? Though, to love is also to let go.

 Because of this, I believe and come to accept that it’s okay to be hurt. I’ve allowed myself to felt betrayed with what transpired between CM and I. It was my first experience of, what I thought was a strong friendship breaking, that the hurt was so immense even now, years later, there are moments when it stings ever-so-lightly. And it’s because of indulging myself with this emotion that I was able to dissipate the hurt overtime. My regret in this is that almost everything transpired through the word of mouth, I was too involve in my own hurt and pride that I never came to her to try a resolution.

Because of this I’ve allowed myself to be sad that it was inevitable for my longest -and for years what I considered my closest- friendship to end. It was quite evident to me that it already has even before it had. It was through no one’s fault; life happened and interest just changed. Though admittedly, I felt as though I’ve been outgrown. My regret in this is that, it ended on a bitter note and misunderstanding despite my efforts of resolution.

And finally, because of this, I’ve allowed myself to feel rejected, that now, I feel lost and drowned out in a growing group. Now, this one is a learning process; I’m learning  to let go of my bruised ego and finding it within myself the courage to trust again.

When it comes down to it, I’ve learned a very valuable lesson:

Expectation is the bane of friendship. Or every kind of relationship for that matter. Expectation is highly driven by narcissism, which acts as poison to even the strongest formed relationship. Even still, one should always have a standard which one must uphold. 

I’ve always felt like it’s out of character of me to be emotional. To me, to be emotional is to be weak. And if anything else, I have no problems admitting that I have weakness BUT I detest admitting I am weak. I would like to think that there’s nothing frail about me physically, from my broad shoulder-thick arms and thigh-built, to my naturally booming voice. I’ve had a strange sense of insecurity and pride over that, however the more I felt insecure about not being dainty, the more I took pride in being able to decently hold my own. So it is surprisingly liberating to be able to put my thoughts in coherent words. Now that I have this recorded, I don’t have to constantly mull over these ideas and hopefully move on.

-Elle Are Emm 

A week or so ago when Father was here, he made the decision to move Ulam outside. The balcony is obviously the perfect placement for her, however she’s taken a habit of eating Mother’s plants and most importantly, chewing through the wooden railing. I couldn’t really blame him; the chew marks were getting pretty severe and it’s not like we own this house. 

Since the move, Ulam has managed to escape twice. The first time, Father told me tentatively as I joined him in the living room moments after waking. And I freaked out.  I wasn’t even aware that at this age, I was still able to throw tantrum up to par to any bratty toddler out there. I stomped my feet, I fell on my carpet and writhed as loud shrills of accusations came spurting out of my mouth. It could not have been a pretty sight and I knew I was acting ridiculous but I just did not give a damn. I even took my anger out on Aso when he came in to investigate the ruckus I was making. Honestly, I was only half surprise the Father did not come barging in to slap me into calmness. An eternity later, I was hoarse and exhausted. I felt defeated and all I could do was sob as I lay on the feotal position. I hadn’t really thought it through, but at this moment, I was thinking of ways to redeem what little pride a tantrum-throwing-21-year-old could redeem. The fact that the Father found Ulam half an hour later did not make it any easier. It wasn’t until the Mother came home that I was able to march out of my room with my head held high. 

The second one was tonight. Well it was Aso who had a mishap first. After my evening runs, I’m trying to make it a point to walk him around unleashed, because by then it will be late enough that there wouldn’t be traffic, other dogs or people to worry about. He’s already familiar with the route and I could usually get him to listen to me, albeit I do have to use a threatening tone. Tonight however, at the peak of his excitement, he spotted a rat that was crossing the street to our side that I’d seen just moment before. Aso bolted, he had the rat cornered in seconds, and in between his teeth the next. My original fear was that the rat would escape and make its way across the traffic and Aso would undoubtedly follow. He was just so excited that I couldn’t get him to listen. So I tried and tried to intervene that I got in the way and the rat, panicking, tried to climb up my leg. It was shrieking and crying and it was horrible! Which reminded me of a conversation I once had with the pest control MILF at my past job; she said that this happens, that the rats, which sometimes could get up to the size of a small cat, once cornered would shriek and cry in fear. I know it’s a pest but still! It feels pain! Eventually, out of pity – as I could see that Aso had severely injured it-, I let him finish the job. 

So after I reprimanded and hauled him home, it was time to tend to Ulam. Obviously, since her relocation, I have refilled her pellets, hay, water and liter box with very little trouble. I didn’t think it would be different this time. Which of course, the universe decided it had to be. She was quite frisky and as I was maneuvering to reach in for her food bowl, she slipped through the door of her cage.  I grabbed the same bucket the Father used to capture her and ran. Calling out to her was obviously ineffective and she would teasingly let me get inches away before hopping off. I felt so helpless as it was dark, I didn’t have my phone and I was getting cold since I haven’t changed my sweat soaked shirt. I actually bolted back into the house and quickly grab my phone and some rose petals the mother has planted. I debated whether or not I should grab her treats or some carrots but I obviously couldn’t take my time. What worried me is that, on my walks with Aso, I would often notice one or two cats, and I’ve even seen 3, big raccoons in the area! I have never felt like a trespasser before, and I was actually concerned of walking up and down people’s driveway at first. But in the light of what was taking place, I got over myself and figured worst comes to, I would just have to explain.  And yet again, and eternity passed when I was able to miraculously corner and catch her. It wasn’t a very deep bucket and I was afraid she would jump off, so as cruel as it may seem, I had no choice but to jar the bucket and swing it back in forth in the hopes that her sense of balance would be thrown off.  I’m not going to lie, I considered just letting her go, life would just be so much easier without having to worry about another pet. However I made such a scene last time, and my conscience wouldn’t allow for it knowing that there were preys around.

And now on to the “other things”. Not nearly as exciting, but I’ve decided that any place under 4 km could be reached by foot. This really mostly concerns getting to work and to the nearest train station.  I rationalized it as  walking vs transit (to the train station which is also by my work place) takes nearly the same amount of time since we’ve moved houses. It’s annoying really, by drive the train station is only 5 minutes away, but because the bus goes around, it takes about 15 minutes during non-rush hour, but when walking to the station plus waiting times, it could take anywhere from 20-30 minutes. Anyway, my route when I ran takes me near the train/work and it only takes 15-20 minutes. Sounds like a plan right? I tried it out the first opportunity I got, I figured 30 mins is enough allotted time. Well, it probably would have been, had I decided not to take a “short cut” through the forest that only served to waste time. I mean it would have worked, had I been more familiar with different trails inside the forest. 

ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!!! I JUST looked up the forest and it’s trails online, only to discover that I’ve taken the second longest trail there is inside it. OF COURSE I would. It takes the most special types of people to fuck up like that. 

I was late but I eventually made it to work. The fact that I couldn’t cut time by simply just running there was frustrating. I was constantly glancing at my watch, approximating the time it would take to bring me to my destination and it was apparent that there was no way I would make it there on time at my leisurely phase; as it was, I was beginning to sweat buckets so that by the time I made it to work, I had to take off the long sleeve I usually wear under my scrubs. I did decide to walk back home via a different route to see if it’s any easier, however 1/3 of the way through, the Mother felt bad and picked me up.

-Elle Are Emm

Powerful words.

- Elle Are Emm

Not exactly getting back into the groove of things but I think leaving my bedroom twice a week is an improvement no? 

Earlier this week the dental office called to schedule me for work this Friday and next. When I came in though, I found out that I’ve actually been scheduled for 3 Fridays and a Saturday since some people are on vacation and some people have left and moved on to different jobs. It’s strange to think that I’ve worked there since I was 15/16, maybe because I’m always out of the loop as I’ve always just been on call. 

Earlier this afternoon, I received a a text from an ex coworker, since earlier this week we’d planned to go to the Night Market. Good thing she messaged, because I swear I thought we weren’t seeing each other until Sunday evening.

Perhaps one of my regrets with regards to my recent vacation is not watching the sun set and rise in the beach.

LOL I just realized you can see my awkward tan lines and that beside Baby Boop I look incredibly dark. Awesome. 

So we walked around, talked, ate, laugh, did the Pepsi challenge -where you are given an unlabeled sample of Coke and Pepsi, and choose which one is better. Though its based on preference, it seemed like a test and the obvious answer was Pepsi- and failed (all three of us chose Coke). OH! I finally got my Taiwanese cake wheels!!!

I thought she was joking earlier when she said she wanted a balloon animal. Meet Pandeep (get it?)

FISHERMAN PANTS!  I finally have not 1 but 3! courtesy of the ever so sweet Supa, who earlier last month went back home to Thailand. She wouldn’t even let me pay for them! Before I quit, she had mentioned that she was going back for a family event and had asked what I wanted, I was of course half kidding when I had asked for these and I didn’t really expect her to buy me one, let alone three. I can’t wait to live off these. I swear, she even picked out colours I would have picked out for myself and I didn’t even tell her! To have such people in my life makes my heart swell with gratitude it hurts. :’) 

-Elle Are Emm

I’ve always known that I have not set roots anywhere in particular, I mean, granted I’ve only ever really resided in two different countries my entire life so far. The world just have so much more to offer that the possibilities of the future seems so endless. I’d like to think that I’ve detached myself to earthly belongings, that if a fire were to consume this house, as long as my family is safe, I would have no regrets. I have nothing in particular I wish to save, of course, I have things of sentimental value, but that’s just it, they’re only things. 

I can’t wait to set things in motion for myself; the idea of it both terrifies and excites.

-Elle Are Emm

It’s 6:26 PM PST, we’re back home, I’m well rested but still unpacked. It inflicts such a deep, metaphorical wound in my heart but, I could say with the out most certainty that this is one of the hardest blog I have ever felt compelled to write. And that is because this trip managed to disappoint my nonexistent expectations.  No wonder I was actually never excited for it, even when we’ve had half a year to look forward to the day we depart; I should have taken that lack of excitement with a sense of foreboding.

It had already started off rough anyway. From the very beginning a click had started to form as to whom gets to ride with who in the two cars we shared, and then it continued on to sleeping arrangements, which I thought really nothing of. Regardless, I didn’t understand this emphasis on groupings since we were supposedly one big group, I didn’t take it too seriously, figuring spending a week with my closest friends and my younger brother –whom they seem to adore- would be a large and prolonged sleep over, hence why I never had a say. Besides, I thought it was natural to be saddled with my baby brother, though even that felt strange as I thought he would be fully welcomed in the group.

And then on the very first night, a petty fight broke between me and CB which was swept under the rug before the night ends. I hadn’t realized this was going to be the least amount of tension I would experience compared to what lay ahead. 

I personally wanted to step out of my comfort zone and explore, which is what vacation means to me. I felt like we had a lot of time and Hawaii had so many more things to offer than just beaches and markets. My suggestions and plea to compromise was ignored and shut down and consistently met with pessimism. I was also disappointed with the fact that regardless of having idea of things to do, places to see and food to try, virtually none of it happened and the confusion as to  what the day has to offer was frustrating to me. I know I’m very meticulous when it comes to things like these, however, I tried really hard not to be such a control freak, I also didn’t think it was unreasonable to have a guideline planned out for the day, after all we we’re in an unfamiliar territory that beckoned to be explored.  Hence, after the first day, I made the decision to separate from the rest of them. This way, I thought I was being giving and considerate, because I knew fact that I would be miserable had I stayed which would ruin the trip for everyone and had a great potential to jeopardize our friendship. 

Have you ever been so nervous and scared you wanted to throw up? Well that’s how I felt the second morning when I dragged Baby Bill out of our hotel room at quarter to 8 the next day. There were so many things that could have gone wrong, but I sucked it up and prayed to Him for  safety and guidance. The entire day went much better than expected. We met so many good and interesting people, from a random stranger who offered us a ride, a newly acquired acquaintance with an older couple who offered to lend me their phone and chatted me up so much that it passed time, multiple kindhearted  transit operators, and local residents who are patient enough to help out two young tourists asking for directions.I took the first day as a personal challenge, and that it went by unhitched brought on such a big sense of relief and boosted my self confidence.  

However, what I didn’t expect was the cold reception I would receive upon our arrival. Worst; it just got colder night after night. The tension was palpable that it made me cringe and made me feel unwelcome.  I couldn’t understand it, I still don’t. I wasn’t angry even when I had the right to be. Disappointed though I might be, I didn’t hold anything against them, after all I knew that what I wanted to do was something we wouldn’t do ordinarily, however, I was looking for a little compromise in defense of not being in a very ordinary place, situation and opportunity. It wasn’t as thought I was completely averse to their half-baked plans, I made the decision to go on this trip with them didn’t I? I simply just wanted more out of it. Moreover, I wanted to be able to share it with them.  I understood their disinterest, as I expected them to understand my position and my motive behind my decision. By their reaction I knew for a fact they obviously had a few things to say about me that they shared with each other. I knew they were going to, as I had things to say about them that I shared with Baby Bill. However, I got over it and actually tried to get over the awkwardness. My efforts were fruitless and if they weren’t just flat out ignoring me, the general reception I was receiving was very faked; faked interest to what we did, faked enthusiasm to my stories, faked tolerance to my presence. To be honest, I think they tried to accommodate us on the last day out of guilt of a sense of obligation. It hurts. And I tried to ignore it and dismissed it as paranoia and something imagined until Baby Bill told me that they were obviously avoiding me/us, that we were outcasts and to not just speak.  I teared up, and my heart swelled with sadness. It’s hard to be dismissal given the nature of our relationship. I actually choked up and cried in front of my  older brother and mom despite trying really hard not to. I didn’t want them to think wrongly of my friends, after all, it already happened and this was just a singular and exceptional scenario.

I’m not going to lie, it’s hard not to let it affect my judgment over them. After all, these are the specially selected group of people with which I chose to be surrounded, and to be treated that way was a one of the biggest  insult and slap in the face I’ve ever received in my adult life. I don’t think anyone understand the serious measure I take my friendship. Yes, over the years, with multiple close friendship collapsing, my trust in my friends have dwindled; though this is probably the last straw. It just goes to show that you can’t fully open your heart to anyone and that the only person you can fully rely on is yourself.  

So that’s that. To be honest I have zero intention of posting any picture of our trip. It probably would have been for the best if I hadn’t gone. I probably would have been jealous but at least I wouldn’t have  lost my faith in my friends the way I do now. 

-Elle Are Emm

I don’t know how I live all those years that I have without drinking tea. It’s just so damn good. I can’t…

Fri, June 14:

Talk about effortless feat. 10th blood donation, finally. Took a little over 3 years, but now that the clinic is within walking distance I really have no excuse not to donate. To be fair though, this could have been my 11th donation. 2 months prior (April), I was rejected for the first time for having an iron count lower than their set limit. Never have I felt like a failure and embarrassment than I did that moment. Maybe it was the universe’s way to equalizing things seeing as 2 months prior that – Feb, and my last donation- my iron count was apparently ridiculously high. 

Speaking of effortless act of humanity, after a very long consideration and a brief online research – brief because it just makes sense for me to do what I did and I don’t really know why I had to consider it for as long a I did- I decided on the following:

I have signed up to be a bone marrow/stem cell donor waiting for approval and now an official organ donor. The former was a lot easier, the latter was a bit more complicated. I haven’t told anyone about my decision and I don’t know how my parents would feel about it considering their strong Catholic faith. Regardless, I feel strongly about this; I don’t think I could ever be as selfless as I have upon making this decision. 

Sat, June 16:

Mother, Baby Bill and I had celebrated Kuya’s 24th with my friends over on his actual date of birth 2 days prior, seeing as he was away for work some where, for the whole week. We celebrated with him when he came home with a few dishes and another, larger cake this. 

Tues, June 18

Cheap movie Tuesdays are supposed to be “family date day” thought it’s more often than not that it’s just me and the mother bear which is just fine by me. 

Sat,  June 22

Daddy is home early from being away for a few months for work. I’m happy that he’s here though my prayers goes to those affected by the disastrous flood in Alberta.

Afternoon was spent with JW, walking around the trail in Tynehead park. Somehow, I’ve gotten over my paranoia of spiders and have developed a liking for trails and parks. I actually even want to try some hiking trails this summer

Late in the evening, CB, CR, LG picked me up to have K-chicken at Ahjumma’s then when the clock hit midnight, we headed with JB in tow, to DP‘s to greet her on her bday. 

-Elle Are Emm

I’ve gotten so used to staying up and sleeping in, and the need to blog always hits me at this hour of the night. There has been one or two topics I meant to document however I failed to do so, and I quite frankly just don’t have the conviction right now that I had at the moment when I thought of them. So really, this is just me rambling.

-Elle Are Emm