..but it wasn't just about my feelings. the more i got to know you, the more i was certain that you;d do whatever it took to provide for your family. that was important to me. you have to understand that back then, a lot of people our age wanted to change the world. even though it's a noble idea, i knew i wanted something more traditional. i wanted a family like my parents had, and i wanted to concentrate on my little corner of the world. i wanted someone who wanted to marry a wife and mother, and someone who would respect my choice.
the wedding, nicholas sparks
this is the first sparks novel i've read.. and i have to admit, i felt a small hint of a tear form within my tear glands at the apex of the novel's plot. i understand now why nicholas sparks has such an entourage of followers.. every woman wants their own love story. unfortunately reality doesn't always deliver such a perfectly scripted storyline. so to make up for losses, reading fictitious novels of a dream played out on paper fills that longing. however transiently it may last.
then again, minus the psychological analysis of someone's motivation to read such cheesewhiz books, some people may just enjoy a good read (ie. me) hehe
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not having to work today, i spent a few hours of my day sipping a white mocha latte at the coffee shop down the street while reading about ancient civilizations. as i was reading about the medieval times and rifts between the protestant and catholic church, i was suddenly transported back in time to my seventh grade social studies classroom with mr. pratt standing in the front of the flourescent lit room, giving us our 3 objective questions to be answered by the end of the lecture. i wish i could say that i aced that class but frankly, i didn't even understand what the word .objective. meant until my junior year in college.
i've always enjoyed going to school and found learning a fascinating ordeal. i can fully recollect sounding out words that rhyme with the ending "ox" in 1st grade to learning about the lifecycle of the common freshwater flatworm in 5th grade. while i might just have a spectacular long term memory of all things irrelevant, there's a wealth of knowledge that i've acquired throughout the years. unfortunately, when it came to grades, i was far from achieving. i understand now that my problem was an inability to study effectively.. even throughout my middle school years, i secretly hoped i had some sort of learning disability to use as a scapegoat for my frequent 0/3 objective quiz scores. >_<
so back to my latte and my eardrums vibrating to taylor swift and the invention of the printing press, it's amazing how easily things click 10 years later. there's a story for future students... haha
then again, minus the psychological analysis of someone's motivation to read such cheesewhiz books, some people may just enjoy a good read (ie. me) hehe
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not having to work today, i spent a few hours of my day sipping a white mocha latte at the coffee shop down the street while reading about ancient civilizations. as i was reading about the medieval times and rifts between the protestant and catholic church, i was suddenly transported back in time to my seventh grade social studies classroom with mr. pratt standing in the front of the flourescent lit room, giving us our 3 objective questions to be answered by the end of the lecture. i wish i could say that i aced that class but frankly, i didn't even understand what the word .objective. meant until my junior year in college.
i've always enjoyed going to school and found learning a fascinating ordeal. i can fully recollect sounding out words that rhyme with the ending "ox" in 1st grade to learning about the lifecycle of the common freshwater flatworm in 5th grade. while i might just have a spectacular long term memory of all things irrelevant, there's a wealth of knowledge that i've acquired throughout the years. unfortunately, when it came to grades, i was far from achieving. i understand now that my problem was an inability to study effectively.. even throughout my middle school years, i secretly hoped i had some sort of learning disability to use as a scapegoat for my frequent 0/3 objective quiz scores. >_<
so back to my latte and my eardrums vibrating to taylor swift and the invention of the printing press, it's amazing how easily things click 10 years later. there's a story for future students... haha
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