When I was little I slept on a wooden bed with a bamboo mat. Hong Kong summers are extremely hot, and even though we had an air conditioner it was still at times unbearable. I slept next to my grandmother on the bottom bunk and my aunt was on the top bunk. Grandpa slept in the next room that you have to walk through to get to the living room full of little altars. When I needed to go to the washroom at night I had to walk through the living room full of glowing red lights and it terrified me. When I slept on the outside of the bed I had nightmares.

Home has always been someone else's home and I never expected anymore than what was given me and I never asked for anything. I guess it's time to have a home of my own.

I remember stayin at the Gladstone Hotel, a place where lovers can hide out like some old movie. mawaiting the time that they can make thier move. High ceilings, creeky floors. I remember the ice cream. the chocolate and especialy the bubbles. I remember waking in the arms of the woman that i love.
Knowing that's where i am supposed to be.
I remember her warm smile and i know then that she loves me. I know that some day when the Gladstone Hotel is gone She is still in my arms that we will look back and remember together. I love you.

To knowingly leave out certain details or refrain from researching in a subject because it would put the argument in an unfavorable position is to commit the fallacy of suppressed evidence. I wonder if I do it all the time.

Being a peaceful person comes with a price. I literally write all wrongs in sand and chisel all good things in marble. I end up seeing everyone in a good light and trusting everyone with myself. In other words, I suppress, or refuse to research in people details that might change my mind about them. This could be a good and a bad thing.

Iris once told me to avoid "loud and aggressive" people. What she never realized was that I liked her precisely because she was loud and when I was with her I was loud. I also loved her for being aggressive because Lord knows I'm not.

Things are going to be in hiatus for a while.

Think eloping would be a good idea? Check my blog at Caprice.

Timothy at tc123.com mentioned the beliefs statement I wrote about a week or so ago. I think it's a list that is constantly updated actually; knowledge not renewed quickly becomes ignorance (was that Peter Drucker who said that? anyways). Same to moral beliefs, because as much as I like to think I never change my mind about anything, I do. It just takes longer than most people for me to change my idea about something new. I take the time to research and read about the other point of view, and then instantly throw it out the window. At which point it takes a while to sink in as my mind read between the lines and see if the counter argument actually makes sense. 42.

To some a moral / principle system is unchangeable and to change it would mean changing the person that he is. Flashback to Javere from Les Miserables and his undying (up until the point where he commited suicide) principles. In a mere week I have already added a few more ideas and changed my mind about some. Then again next week I might have different views again or someone might add to it. That's what keeps me interested in living - the constant metamorphosis of the self.

I believe life, or the project of life, if you will, have a higher purpose than what we see and can perceive on our own; that love and philosophy, ideas that only persists within the higher (more intelligent) lifeforms, have something to do with the grand scheme of things.
I believe that when it comes down to it, we all just want to be loved.
I believe in Totoros. (just kidding)
I believe that despite capitalism's influence on all of us in North America, some things are simply priceless. Like watching the sunset at a small beach in Port Elgin.
I believe that we should never change our minds about someone once we start loving them.