I have a small journal that I use to record dreams. I found it last night, with about five or six written down. I remember all but one vividly, the oldest being several years old. It just goes to show that old dreams never die.

rio de janeiro - beautiful copacabana.
caracas - modernity... the place where i left my heart.
mexico city - big, bustling, historic city
nicaragua - poor
toronto - my new home!

I found a dime in the bathroom on TWO separate occassions. I happily picked the dime up with a tissue and washed it. =D Who ever said bathrooms aren't full of treasures?

standing in the middle of the desert and hearing absolute silence. It was eerie and made me feel more alive than anything else.

I got so much bat mitzvah money that I'm almost afraid to spend any of it.

The solution to and cause of all of life's problems.

The world we live in today, we're taught to question everything. So I ask you to question random acts of kindness. Are these truely performed out of the kind hearts of those who perform them? Or is this 'kindness' a facade for a different underlying motivation - the motivation of gaining positive self-reinforcement (ie. pride) for doing something 'kind'?

Teacher - Sesame Street
Mother - After-school specials that kept me off the streets
Secret Lover - The cast of Saved By The Bell

Every night, in the bedroom, I reject reality and substitute in my own.

crushed (verb):The feeling of betrayal and being completely and utterly alone, with no one to talk to, when one best friend falls for your other best friend whom you've developed feelings for.