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Elizabe✝h
Hi there.

I'm Elizabeth and I
like to write.
I wish I knew
where I was going
Humm

There are certain truths that I live by
One. I am Eilzabethbutwhatsinaname
Two. I seek happinessbutwhatshappinesswithoutsadness
Three. I pursue self-actualizationbutwhatifidontlikewhatifind
Four. I happily owe everything to Jesus Christ, my saviour and my God. I live for You alone.

Toronto, the city

I like Toronto. I live here.
It's kind of small compared to other cities, I think. Not quite as developed. The subway coverage really sucks.
But I like Toronto. It's urban and vibrant and so diverse. I want to explore it all!

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one

Jane Eyre
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Holes
If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
Le petit prince
The English Patient
The Great Gatsby


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what lies ahead
Sunday, September 29, 2013 || 1:04 AM

The future
I think we try not to think about it.
What am I doing in school? What am I studying for?
I think we all have dreams,
which right now are quite unrealistic.

There's that fear of not finding a job. Living at home forever because you can't afford to live on your own.

Today, I went grocery shopping in Kensington Market. I bought apples, a bag of bok choi - in seriousness - the essentials. I noticed large plastic boxes of strawberries right next to me at my spot in line. They smelled delicious, those bright, red strawberries, and so sweet. I looked at the price - $3.50 - and hesitatingly picked up a box to inspect it. Up close they were every bit as tempting as from an arms length. They were perfectly ripe. I'll buy a box..! ... but I'd already spent so much money this week. Strawberries are a luxury I cannot afford. Huh. Bye bye darling box of strawberries.
It was a new feeling, this was.

Or, perhaps, not being qualified for a job that you really want. That's the fear I have. I have to start now, to build my network and experience and whatever else I need.

But I try not to think about it.