I miss my friends.

I thought I was fine and yet… Yet here I am. And I miss them. I miss seeing them every day at University. I miss talking to them. I miss all the things we shared together and I miss their craziness. I miss our starbucks afternoon and our korean lunches. I miss their texts, even if I never answer… I miss complaining about teachers and homework, I miss the silly stuff we said all day long…

Still, we have skype. And facebook. It’s not like we can’t connect. But somehow it’s different, right?

University warned us against the so-called “October blues”. Because they know better than us. They know that, even though you are fine during the first few weeks, after some time you start realizing that it’s going to be like that for a whole year.

A whole year…

Still, we will meet each other in December. But… is it enough? Just a few days, passing by…

I am not really sad. But sometimes, sometimes it feels very empty not having them around. Because even if I met wonderful people here, we have only known each other for a month, right? A month is not so long… when you think about it, we really don’t know each other so well yet…

I never really say personal things anyway but… having a friend around, even if I don’t say anything, it’s already making me feel better, you know? Even just having them by my side is already enough to brighten everything…

So… to all my friends… I don’t say it enough but…

I love you!


Someone stole my Grand-Mother engagement ring

This is my first post in such a long time, I am so sorry it has to be this frightening subject… I will soon start to post about my holidays in my other blog, so please look forward to it as well!


I just learnt, a few days ago, that someone stole my grand-mother’s engagement ring. It really REALLY annoys me. I know my grand-mother is upset about it, and it has nothing to do with its actual value. I mean, it was an engagement ring after all, of course it was beautiful! What really is wrong is that someone took away from my grand-mother one of the items she treasures the most in the world.

One could argue that we shouldn’t be that attached to objects. Because, well, they are only objects, they can break, they can get stolen… But no-one can deny the strong sentimental value of an engagement ring. It has a meaning. It is not just a common ring, you only have one like this, it’s the symbol of love and commitment!

My grand-parents have been married for FIFTY-EIGHT years. It’s an amazingly long time you know! More than half a century of love, and she has been wearing that ring all along.

I can’t believe someone was heartless enough to steal it.

The other day my uncle went to the police to file a complaint but we all know we will never see this ring again. At this hour, it probably doesn’t exist anymore. The thing is, I hope that the person who stole it had good reasons to do so. The truth is, I highly doubt it. It was probably just someone who saw the diamonds and thought “it’s probably worth a ton of money!” and stole it. It was probably not the first time that person did it either. We believe my Grand-mother was drugged, in order to remove the ring from her finger without her noticing. Who the hell does that to an old woman?

I sincerely hope that whoever stole it will one day look back at his or her life and think “why did I do it?” and have regrets.

Today again my grand-mother said how sad she was to have lost her ring. What can we say to her? It’s heartbreaking and that’s all. Losing this ring also has a bitter feeling in this case. My grand-father has alzheimer, slowly memories are fading away, and with the ring gone, what will remain from those 60 years of love?

Dad B-DAY!

Today is my Dad birthday.

Dad is gone to Canada since January, so in moments like this, I guess he must feel lonely. Luckily my aunts and cousins are with him! I hope they prepared something to celebrate, since we won’t be able to do it.

897I can’t wait for him to come back! Somehow, 6 months seems longer now than it did when he just left. I miss him a lot. Luckily, Skype exists!

So, Dad, Happy Birthday! Let’s meet on Skype tonight!

I love you



Today is one amazing day in the year: it’s the World Down Syndrome Day!

Because one of my little cousins is born with down syndrome, I guess I feel more concerned, but this day isn’t made for me. It isn’t really for the families, because we know already. This day is for everyone else, so they can finally understand that people with down syndrome are humans like us.

My cousin is the happiest, kindest teenager in the world. There are plenty of clichés that people should get rid of. One of them is “children with down syndrome will only bring trouble, they will never be independent”. That’s NOT true! My cousin is currently learning how to be a waiter, and already did a few internships that went really well. He knows how to read and write, he talks very well, he rides bycicles, he plays video games, he has friends, he can go out alone to buy bread… Does that seem much trouble to you? Of course, there are children with more difficulties than others. Of course it’s hard for the families, it’s exhausting and it’s challenging, but it is worth all the efforts!

Guys, please talk about Down Syndrome around you. Let’s stop the clichés and create a better world for those lovely boys and girls who are just waiting to be loved and respected as everyone else!

WDSDLittle Cousin playing at the beach a few years ago~~

Because I love her

Today, it’s my Mother Birthday. I woke up early just to be the first one to wish her Happy Birthday! It unfortunately failed as her brother sent her a message at 7… that’s cheating, right?
032My Mom at the Beach, 2011

My Mom… she is the most amazing person in the world. She is lovely, she is sweet, she is funny, she always tries to help others. I’m so proud to be her daughter. Sometimes, I get mad at her, and yell at her, and feel so guilty afterward because she is just trying to do what’s best for me. I cannot be angry at her for long. I cannot even leave home if we haven’t yet sort our problem out. I think I love her too much. No. We can’t love somebody too much, but my love for her is limitless. I seriously worry too much about her. I keep telling her stuffs like “don’t do that you could get hurt!” or “be careful when you cross the road!“. That’s what a mother do, not a daughter, right? We often joke about it. I’ll keep trying to stop saying those things though, because I know it’s not my job.

Two years ago, my mum had a stroke. I really thought I was losing her at that time. I spent hours and hours and hours at the hospital. I was so tired because I shared my time between my studies and her room.  I just couldn’t do anything else, knowing that she was there, and she needed us. At the beginning, she couldn’t talk at all, so I was making all the conversation on my own. Unfortunately for her, it soon became an habit and even now I talk so much at home that she doesn’t even listen anymore, she just nods once in a while! Aha, sorry Mom!

She did a lot of progress in two years. Nothing will ever be the same, but life is that way, right? Since November, she is back to work. I think she realizes more how much this stroke affected her life, and I know she is upset and sometimes discouraged. Most of the time we are all very optimistic and happy though. (Don’t misunderstand this post, we are really working through it with a smile, lots of love and determination! It’s just that I can’t deny that sometimes she feels down, and that’s why we are there for her).

Since she is a strong woman and a fighter, I am sure she will keep getting better. She deserves all the support she can get. She still worries too much about my brother and I, but I really want her to focus on herself from now on.

Happy Birthday Mom! Please, keep getting better, I love you!