Throughout my life, I have been to many fantastic restaurants, but there are three that really resonate in my mind as my favourites. The first is the only one of the three that is located in my city. Sadly, it is now closed. The second is a steakhouse, Café Lux, where I first experienced their sweet potato mash and steak that melts in your mouth. This one is located in the U.S. The last , and the main character of this story, is...I shall not reveal its name, but it is a small restaurant in Paris which my two childhood friends and I found via Trip Advisor on our international French course there. We spent a good half hour finding the location of the restaurant - taking the Métro, searching on foot using a map of Paris. It was our second last night in the beautiful and romantic city, and it was one of my friends' (let's call her "A") birthday, so the other friend (let's call her "B") and I decided to treat "A" to a nice dinner. Walking into very warm hues of reds and oranges, we sat down at a small table where nearby, the restaurant's dog lay sleeping on the stairs that led to nowhere. All three of us ordered very different foods: "B" - she tried escargot for the first time but didn't end up liking it that much. "A" and I tried the pasta that came with it thought - that was good! She also ordered a mille-feuille of caramelized apples and grilled chicken breast, with a side plate of scalloped potatoes. "A" - some kind of fish (I don't remember it that well because I don't have a photo of it). Me - a plate of scallops (they were huge!) on slices of zucchini in an herb-oil sauce. In the centre, a mound of herb and garlic mashed potato. The whole entrée was sprinkled with pistachio bits. For dessert, we shared 3 small cups of mousse - chocolate, coffee, and vanilla. The food's quality and taste were great - one of the most delicious meals I've ever had. But what was the most memorable was that my two friends and I shared our efforts in searching for the place online as well as on food, and it was a nice dinner with friends I have known for my whole life. We planned it out ourselves and this experience made us feel very grown up and independent. I will also never forget my mistake of ordering orange juice, which turned out to cost $6...needless to say that was the most expensive orange juice I have ever had.
I think it was August 31, 2013 when my first Eucharist Adoration session happened. A couple hundred of use were all gathered for a religious living camp/retreat inside a hall for this worship session. Community prayers were also a part of this. I remember it was around 8:00pm at nights - the sky was dark, all the backlights were switched off, the only lights shining on the Eucharist. My turn to walk up to my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ for a prayer. What I prayed for: courage and self-esteem. Heads bowed, eyes closed, hands over my head - one male, one female - two gentle voices. As I move back to my seat on the wooden bench, I try to hold my tears and emotions inside. The beautiful voice of my friend sings songs Above All, proclaiming Here I Am, Lord. I see another friend sitting on foam alphabet puzzle pieces several benches from me. I go sit with her; she is crying. Taking her into my arms, we cry together; together feeling the Power of God. Event that occurred on the same day: people celebrating Independence; Kyrgyzstan from the Soviet Union, Malaya from the UK, and Trinidad and Tobago from the UK
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In my purse, with me I carry in a small canvas pouch printed with elephants from Thailand a cherry red EOS lip balm and a tube of red lipstick; in a Coach wrist bag - a gift from my friend - a pair of extra contacts, eucalyptus oil and tiny pink pills to ease the stomach, a bottle of turquoise Advil Liqui-Gels, a once-mint-tin-turned-pill-container in Christmas green, a silver Clinique lip brush, and a Missha under eye brightener; a bottle of Missha handcream, an almost-empty bottle of Purell, my iPod with Sony earbuds, my long wallet, and my Samsung Galaxy S3 encased in turquoise plastic and material.
I carry with me health and self-esteem. One thing missing from my purse: my silver Parker ballpoint pen. A gift from the most important person in my life. A reminder to be the best person I can be. The Queen of Smiles. In an old abandoned shack, a CRT television set from the 1990s rests, sitting rooted to a table of wood. The wind squeezes in through the windows, an unwelcome visitor.
BANG! From the depths of the black box comes a ghostly pale hand; palm smacked onto the lifeless screen as it tries to crawl its way out of the hell pits. As skeletal fingers grasp onto whatever they can take hold of, shrieks of pain and howls of despair make but sound amidst the silence. Dark winds prompt Reality to pick up the gun, lithe arms threatening suffocation as she moves. Pleads and supplication. Malicious taunts. All for nothing, but death. As Reality shuts down, we are stuck in a surreal state. This is not something very interesting. Me, my life...I guess you could say that I'm a half-open book. People know many things about me, but only what I wish to share. Anyhoo, let's get to the point of the story here. Something you do not know about me...I guess it depends on who "you" is. I have a friend who knows...basically everything about me. Almost everything. He learns new information about me every once in a while, and vice versa. Do you know who this friend may be? But this isn't the point of my story. Get to the point! This may seem stupid and the class will probably be like "...what...?" but I have this weird fear...phobia?...of fish. I can eat them, but only if they're cooked a certain way. Like when you're eating a traditional Chinese course and the fish (head, tails, fins, scales, bones...eyeballs turned white and staring into your soul) comes up onto the table...yeah I'm scared of looking at fish...they seriously creep me out. Yep there's my weird fear of fish. Bet you didn't know that, huh?
RE-CREATION OF A STORY Back when I was in Kindergarten, I was different from other girls. I didn't like Barbies, Polly Pockets, or all those types of toys; I had a different fascination. Dogs. I've always dreamed of becoming a dog doctor and raising a dog. But more than anything, I wanted to be a dog. I would lick little fruity treats out of my cousin's hands, walk around on all fours - hands and knees - and I had the greatest bark...so great that all the other dogs were jealous. On Thanksgiving, it is family tradition to say what we are thankful for. Me? "I am thankful...for being a dog." - A.W. |
Authori am just an ordinary teenage girl. my name and whereabouts are unimportant. this is my story. all written work is original unless credited. Archives
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