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At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. -Plato

Nothing to do lately, and taking this chance to recharge before the real deal for the As starts. So doing lots of running, swimming, reading, watching tv. Boring stuff but it feels great to wake up late and do stuff I want to do without any plans.

And yeah, by the way Nancy Lam is out. And here comes "How clean is your house?". I love this new show and I think I am going to miss it and of course "Ambush Makeover" when lessons get proper...

Anyway, right now I am reading "Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul". Not that I am in the romantic mood or what, just that it would be interesting to read some "inspirational stories about love and romance" which are actually not fiction.

I am just a quarter through and it is really quite good. The book gives a positive and uplifting look at love and romance and, I quote from a critic, it is "full of hope, inspiration and truly profound lessons in love.


Meanwhile, here's two short ones to share.

"Falling" in Love
During the World War II, I was employed at a research lab in Oklahoma. Man were pretty scarce at that time, of course. One day after the end of the war, a friend called me to come to her lab to meet the new fellow who had come to work for the summer while attending college on the G.I. Bill. So I went down for a short talk and to meet the guy.

As I left I heard a loud crash behind me. When I went back to see what had happened, he was sprawled flat on the floor. He had been sitting at a desk by the door in a swivel chair and had leaned back too far to watch me walk down the hall. All during our fifty-two years of happily married life, including eleven moves with three children, I have loved telling people this story of how my husband fell for me. He hastens to assure them that he actually was only leaning over to pick a pencil.

Mary Mikkelsen


A Love Story
She still remembers the moment she fell in love with him. It was near the end of their senior year of high school.

One Tuesday night, he called her up and asked her for a date. She heard his nervousness in his voice, so she reassuringly said, "I'd loved to. What do you want to do?"

"Go to the movies," he said hopefully.

"What would you like to see?" she asked.

While considering the options, the real answer slipped out, "You."


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I hate how this post make me sound so desperate. But I'm not ok..But anyway, I am surprised to know there are many other types of chicken soup. Like for expectant mothers, prisoners, nurses, volunteers... I would love to read the one for travellers.

Ciao for now.