And yes

A bright sunny day with a breeze like cool silk, eh, what more can a gal ask for? I am looking out my balcony, and hmm... i think my bleeding heart vine is about to bloom, so is the duranta! Wish i could give them a wall to lean on and thrive; and a ground to spread their roots around. Pity, the wall is borrowed and the planters don't run deep enough. Ah, my flowers, don't lose faith in me, i'll do right by you. Some day.

Some day.

For now, i have my nose buried in mon livre de français. This morning i studied for two hours and i only have one chapter down. I think i still am suffering from that hang-over. To attain a balance between the body and mind i then cleaned up my apartment. Eeek! I forgot that i have to remind myself of all the countries of the world and their genders, along with all the clothes and their genders, all the food items and their genders, all the body parts and their genders and all the ailments and their genders. Man! Hopefully i will remember my own gender after this!Good thing i am good with spellings and verbs. There's a structure there. But the damn gender assignments follow no logic! Here's one for you, une chemise (a man's shirt) is of feminine gender and un chemisier (a woman's blouse) is of gender masculine. Reason much?

Ah, the sweet reign of reason.

Those of you who know me, (most recently my french prof, lol...who would often ask me to have patience until i reach some 400-500 level course in the distant future to find the reason i was looking for in the very present) you also know that lack of reason does not sit well with me. Besides, patience, i always thought, was a virtue for men, lol! And what's faith really, but patient trust in absence of reason. Ahhh! How does one wait? I needed these reasons (if there is any!) like yesterday!

Ah, but i have let go of that reign. :) You don't believe me? I am waiting for a summer day in 2010. Just cause someone asked me to. Yes, i trust him. Yes, trust in the absence of reason. Yes and yes.

Faith. The ultimate level of trust. What begets that level of trust? The old me always pondered. But the answer was right there. Just that i couldn't hear my own thoughts over the noise of my thinking mind. And then one day, just like that, with the veil of logic lifted, truth stared right at me. It's the respect you have in the trusted one. I realized that i never chanced upon a man i could truly respect.

C'est jusqu'à ce que je l'ai rencontré...m. jones.