Laisse moi te raconter...

"There are many more words to speak. But I do not think I will speak them. No. Not today. My mouth is tired now, and I think the time has come for me to go. Of course, I know nothing of time. But that makes no difference. To me. Thank you very much. I know you will save my life, Mr. Auster. I am counting on you. Life can last just so long, you understand. Everything else is in the room, with darkness, with God's language, with screams. Here I am of the air, a beautiful thing for the light to shine on. Perhaps you will remember that. I am Peter Stillman. That is not my real name. Thank you very much."

-From [The New York Trilogy]: "City of Glass" Ch. 2, by Paul Auster

I'm getting paranoid. About pretty much everything. Is this a sign of becoming a mature woman->extreme emotional & weird? Haha on the other hand, I can't wait to be this little 40-year-old woman sitting with her friends in a cottage beside the Roche Percé in Gaspésie. Just thinking about it makes me smiiiiiile :D

I suddenly feel that everything comes and goes so quickly. I leave something for a moment, and when I come back, I think:"Wow it's been ___ days since I....." This is even true with updating blogs. I have no idea why it takes me 2 weeks to finalize one post.. I am often frustrated by the fact that nothing comes out when I want to express myself. The above paragraph was written a week ago, and has been saved in my Draft forever.. Our piano trio's slogan:"Life Sucks! Yay!"

Somehow, I restarted reading The New York Trilogy, and I must say that it is an astonishingly interesting book! I remember reading it 2 years ago, without knowing about the author and his strange writing style (which is probably why I stopped after 3 chapters). But this time, I just can't stop! What a crazy book! Definitely a must-read. By the way, here's an interesting site worth bookmarking: 1001 Book You Must Read Before You Die

You must forgive me for not writing much and not updating regularly because of school work and piano stuff.. Everybody is stressed out, but we laugh at our own complaint. I will finish this post with another quote:"Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love."

Life is beautiful, when filled with love.