Sometimes I wonder what this world is coming to. Or rather, what in the world I'm going to do. With my life that is.

Yup. That's right. I do.

Dear :

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over . I think I realized it when I tripped on sesame seeds in your camping car and I saw you pull the toupee off my best friend. I'm sure you're man enough to understand how awful I've felt. I'm returning the pictures from LA to you, but I'll keep your criminal record as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked eggplant-fetishism.

Greetings to your frog Leonard,



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I have this indescribable urge to create. I want to sculpt, I want to paint, I want to scrapbook, I even want to sew. Of course, this onslaught of creativity hits me when I am in a foreign country with absolutely no materials (that is, except my four-year-old cousin's markers and coloring books) to express myself with. I can only hope that this feeling lasts at least until I get home. From now till then, I shall continue living.

Thanks for reading.
May happiness come your way.
V

...in the far away land of Canadia, a mother and a daughter went to visit their relatives living in Vancouver. They danced together, napped together, climbed trees, read, and ate together. But the most pleasant of all, they had fun together.

Maybe one day I'll be a children's author

Hooray for Canadia!
It's so beautiful here. I absolutely love it. My mom and I aren't used to the ridiculously pleasant temperatures though; we think its a tad bit nippy. Of course, who can blame us when we come from 110 degree weather?