These Words Are My Own

Thanks, Natasha Bedingfield. I find it ironic when someone other than you sings that song.

In my opinion, there are four types of love. You may disagree with some, but this is my blog, after all. So I'll write what I want, and you can read what you want.

1) Familial Love is probably the most natural thing to feel. Your family consists of the people who raised you, the ones who were there for you during the hard times and the happy times. In some cases, these people may not even be blood related and they may even include the pet. But if they are who you consider and call "family," then you'll always love them, whether you always want to or not. Familial Love is rarely unrequited. It could also hurt the most because your family is the group of people you probably hold closest. Everyone has a need to be loved - the first place to start would be in a family.

2) Friendly Love is that deep fondness you feel for the people you regularly spend time with. You understand them, they understand you. You might even feel like the same person at times. You support each other, have fun, maybe even live together at some point. You mostly feel attracted to your friends' personalities (in a non-romantic way, I'm getting to that), which is what makes you want to spend time with them so much. What you feel for them can only be described as a type of love, so you might as well admit it right now that you love them.

3) Romantic Love is often confused with lust, physical attraction, sex... (sex and love are not synonymous.) That means that you are not in love with every hot guy or girl you meet. This type of love is complicated, at best. It may be totally worth it, but it's still very complicated. You may be rejected, you may get hurt. You might just move on and forget the person you so adamantly proclaimed to be in love with. I try not to be cynical about this type of love. I see it wherever I go, and it truly is a beautiful thing. But so often it gets mixed up with other things. I don't believe in love at first sight. Why can't we just admit when we feel physically attracted to someone, and not call it "love"? Friendly Love can be taken for Romantic Love. While I agree you can be friends with the person you're in love with (actually, you probably should be), that doesn't mean you should be "in love" with all your friends. Everyone is different, so the person you fall for depends on the person you are. See? Very complicated. To say anymore on the subject would take three more blogs.

4) God's Love is the most powerful, wonderful and forgiving type of love anymore. While I put this one last on my list, it's certainly not the least. You can have no family, no friends, no "special someone," and God will still love you. You can feel indifferent about God, and He'll still love you. You can be mad at Him and feel like you hate Him, and He'll forgive you and keep loving you. You can trust that He'll never let you down, and put your whole future into His hands because He loves you. It's the most simple type of love ever. Yet people still try to fill this void with other things. It's good to have friends, family, people to share your love with. But there's nothing quite like God's Love. Again, this is something that would take five blogs just for you to get a sense of what it means to love and be loved by God. So, I guess I'll stop here before I get all preacher's kid on you.

I know you're probably wondering why I've completely disregarded a love of humanity in general. I guess that's because I don't see that as being a type of love. All of the loves I've listed above are personal. It's the love you feel for people you know. I do, however, see the point in having compassion for humankind. Compassion is a different story. You can have compassion for the people you love, and for the rest of the world. The dying children, the lonely millionaire, the soldiers, the people no one really thinks about, the people that start wars, the people that end wars, the average every day just-like-us people. It doesn't necessarily mean you "love" them all. But you can be compassionate.


I love you, I love you. That's all I've got to say. Can't think of a better way. And that's all I've got to say. I love you, is that ok?

What's in a name?

Thanks, Bill... er... William Skakespeare. Let's fall in love and run away together. I don't care if you are a Shakespeare...

So, I thought I should discuss the blog URL. Because I obviously have no life. And I'm sure "toshibatasj" looks really weird to those who don't know the story.

Ok, my Spanish teacher always calls me "Natasjita" or "Tasjita." Because "ita" (or "ito") is one of those little diminutive suffixes that you can add to the end of a name to create a term of endearment.

(Can I interject here? Well, it is my blog... The Italian equivalent of this suffix is "ino." So I was thinking about the word "bambino," which means "children," and wondering if that that was just a word with the suffix "ino" added to it. So I look up bambo, and what does it mean? Fool. Italians are great, aren't they?

While I'm interjecting, can I just say that the word "suffix" is one of my favourite things ever. I don't know why, but I am aware of my total geekiness.... geekocity...)

Back to my story... I tell my friends about this, and they say "Aw, Tasjita, that's cute." Until... ok, I can't remember who, but I'm pretty sure it was Corey who accidently said "Toshiba" instead of "Tasjita." And ever since then they've called Toshiba, Tasjie, Tasja, Tasj... Yeah, there's my little story about me and my nickname.

As an addition to the story I should tell about the time that Gina and Alana came over, and Gina looks at my DVD player and literally (litrally) screams "TOSHIBA!" I have no idea why, considering it was made by Samsung, but ok, whatever makes you happy Gina...

Gina are you Italian??

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Here's the plan, I think I got it made...

Yes, Stellar Kart, you've made it quite clear.

Hospitals are so stupid. I'm sure the original idea behind them was quite brilliant at the time it was conceived. But clearly, the brilliancy of the concept has been obliterated by rules, protocol and a non-stop barricade of administration.

Really, I totally get that health care here is free. I understand that I am privileged enough to have someone tell me what's wrong with me and not worry about how much it will cost in the end. But is too much to ask for few more doctors to, ya know, have around in case of an emergency?? Is our society so messed up that you can't find honest people who are willing to work for less to aide the rest of society?

I've seen too many people stand in a seemingly never-ending line in the emergency room, and I don't want to be one again. The state of condition that our hospitals are in is depressing, at best. I just wish I knew how to fix it. But I guess that's why there are people "higher up." Ya know, the ones who are there to find solutions to problems that us normal people are not capable of developing ourselves.

I really don't think I'm asking for much here. What I'm really concerned about is seeing sick people go in and come out... before they die.

I also decided that if I should die waiting in the emerge line, then I want someone to play Apologize at my funeral. Or Sere Nere, because I'm obsessed with that song.

This is purpose of my life, the is the reason I'm alive. Don't have time to wait.

I'm having trouble saying what I mean...

Thanks Natasha Bedingfield. Let me know how that works out.

I am writing my second blog today because... oh yeah, I have an article to write for Friday. But I have something on mind that I must let out.

So, I'm a language major right? And I always get asked, "Don't you ever confuse all those languages?" This answer to this is no. I don't confuse them. (Well, at least not very often.) Rather, my brain picks a language it prefers to think in.

Some days, I ask myself, " Am I French today?" Today I am Italian. I keep trying to write this opinion article for my French class, and just randomly it turns into Italian.

I must make a distinction here. I'm not confusing languages. That would be like me telling you that the word "bonjour" is Spanish. No, my brain is multi-lingual, but it never lets me decide what language to think in. If I could do that, I'd be brilliant. And, despite what everyone may think, I'm not.

You may now be wondering, "Natasja, what is wrong with you?" Don't ask.. anymore.

These words are my own, from my heart flow.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life...

Thanks Micheal Bublé. I needed that.

Well, Gina convinced me to kinda start this blog up. I had one before here, but it was very depressing, so I'm starting it over. Because I'm not really a depressed or depressing person. (Gee, I sure hope I'm not a depressing person. That would suck.) Anyway, Gina, I've put in a shameless plug to your blog, but I could always take it off if you want.

So, hmmm... how to start this thing. Well, if you're hoping for personal, inside-my-head information on me, I'm afraid you won't get it. However, if you enjoy the random profound wonderings rolling around in my mental roledex, then you've come to the right place!

For some reason I always seem to choose the pinkest templates for things. Like, I discovered on hotmail you can change the colour scheme and so what did I choose? The pink one. I'm not really a "pink" girl. I just like the way the pink colours go together, the way they look, you know? Plus, pink isn't completely an undesirable colour, right? Right. Ok.

I suppose I should find some witty, ironic and deep way to end this blog. I don't really have much to say right now...

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me.