We live in stories, immerse ourselves in them. Escape. A double triple life. Parallel universes, one we inhabit with glee; the other, with the weary care of the awake.
Books are safe because we are not in it. We are cocooned by it from the shadows cast by our reality. We can escape from its clutches when we put it down, disengage, discontinue. We cannot do the same with life.
It is far harder to escape life; sometimes even far harder to face it. Its harshness is not tempered like coloured glass hiding us from the glare of the sun. Its tentacles reach out, and clasp, the resonant sting inevitable.
In Canada, several changes are happening on the immigration front. Many immigrants, old and new, are very interested, even apprehensive. But politicos reacted fast to allay the fears of the public. The article below, which was an interview of Multiculturalism Minister Jason Kenney, was published in thePhilippine Canadian Inquirer.
Richmond, B.C.—Mr. Jason Kenney, Minister of Employment and Development and Minister of Multiculturalism, came to Richmondto discuss the budget unveiled by Minister Jim Flaherty as Economic Action Plan 2014 but was—understandably—bombarded by questions on the spate of changes on the immigration front.
Indeed, media representatives of three of the largest and fastest growing immigrant population in Canada—the Chinese, South Asians and Filipinos—met with the minister at a roundtable to seek answers to questions that are making their groups very concerned: Bill C-24, the Strengthening Canadian Citizenship Act and what it would spell for their groups in the near future.
When a disaster strikes, young girls who come from good families—sheltered, vulnerable—would become orphans. Depraved men—and women—from the underworld, otherwise known as human traffickers, would circle them like vultures. In their fragile state, with no one to look after them, no one who knew who they were or where they came from, they would fall prey to that life.
The Philippines has just experienced a disaster and no one knows who is looking after the orphaned children.
I did not know that lemon cake could be sad, and the child in the book did not, too. At the back of my mind was the other book/movieLike Water for Chocolate but I suspended the animation, not wanting to color this latest book with my own perceptions (or that other book’s perceptions). Which were pushed back to the forgotten anyway (which reminds me, I have to get to that book again).
Of late, I have been reading several books where people have super powers. Except they are real and not in the realm of the imagined.
Okay. I may be naive but that was my takeaway: these people are real and they had problems. No, not problems, but abilities which are so far off center that it becomes a disability.
Like people who can taste emotion in food, which mostly, interestingly, is one of pain.
Over the past few decades, car buyers have primarily been attracted to practical hatchbacks, 4×4’s, and the occasional sporty car. But over the past few years, an increasing number of motorists are choosing unusual cars that don’t easily fit into one automotive bracket. Here are the top 5 unique new cars that offer something different to drivers looking to stand out from the crowd. For the ones that didn’t make the list, visit vcars.co.uk
But I don’t think I could listen to Row, row, row your boat anymore.
Yes, I joined the recent attempt to break the current record of 154 participants for a nursery rhyme relay. There were 180 of us for the Nursery Rhyme Relay singing of Row, Row, Row Your Boat during the 10th Richmond Maritime Festival held in Richmond, British Columbia.
The Grouse Grind® is a 2.9-kilometre trail up the face of Grouse Mountain, called Mother Nature’ s Stairmaster. It is located in Western Canada.
I signed up to conquer The Grind.
But it conquered me.
When Sun Tzu said “subdue the enemy without fighting”, I didn’t know he was talking about mountains.
And there, on top of craggy stairways, winding their way to a seemingly unreachable top, on a tough terrain that has been peppered with foggy breaths and hardened determination, I found out – I am not superwoman.