I've been wanting to fix up this part of the site for a long time now - the old "All About *Moi*" was absolutely outdated; for example, it has not been a compliment to compare yourself to Martha Stewart for quite some time now...(having put so much time into it, though, I can't simply throw the old page away...you can still access it here)

However, I've been having difficulty coming up with a suitable replacement page for an equally long time. Finally, while sorting through some old files and "Word" documents I rediscovered this - an "ode" to me from Denise, written for my 18th birthday. I'm aware that it too is slightly dated but then one of the beauties of Denise is her ability to perfect her script so that it never becomes irrelevant (I wish I could say the same but at this point in time any development on this front has been set aside in favour of improving my calc marks...)

And so instead of listing my favorite movies or musing over where I'd get another piercing (amusing as these things may be...) I've decided to post this. Slight modesty prevents me from saying things like this about myself but I have no objections to appreciating it when someone else so eloquently does...

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first october

To the readers of this site, the following is entitled "An ode".

There is this amazing woman, associate, and confidante, that I am blessed enough to call my friend.

Jehan is the kind of person, that you could sit with, and she'll know how you're feeling. You could be insane with laughter, and she�ll strengthen that joy. She�s an exceptionally wonderful human being, intelligent, and at the same time not overpoweringly so. She makes everything better. It is an incredible incentive for friendship.

I feel sometimes that I don�t deserve her. I provide her with occasional sorrow, I nag, I whine.. I seem to present the worst parts of myself to her for the mending (and, believe you me, that�s not all she can mend.) It�s not that she�s perfect, but she fits perfectly into my description of a fantastic soul mate. She takes everything with a touch of humor, and she�ll return your friendship with a surplus of happiness (either that, or a container of home made cookies.)

It�s the simple things I love about her. She has advice for everything�and it�s always good advice. She�s not old enough to be wistfully nostalgic.. but not young enough to be dispensing guidance idly. I always walk away with some form of satisfaction, some solution to the healing of a cut, some sentence more grammatically correct, or an answer to my random questions.

Today is her birthday. Today she�s eighteen. I�d like to thank her (and the people who raised her). I want to tell her I�m grateful for her. I want to tell her that through half a decade of teenage hysteria, of mood swings and hormones, she has enriched my life. I want to say that even though we joke about being exact opposites, I secretly hope that I am not a stumbling, dim-witted, ugly frog, because surely that is her only reverse. I aspire to be just like her.

I want to tell her that I appreciate being able to open up to her. I�m scared shitless that we might drift apart. I�ll give her a sponge if she stays. And also, I want to add this: I am so proud of who she�s become, and I hope in a vain sort of way that I contributed to that character.

There are few people in this world who I consider to be true friends. Jehan, you are a talented, hilarious, beautiful, sensible, remarkable version of this title.

Take me home!

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