The pictures

November 25, 2011 6 Comments

It’s funny. I posted the pictures on my previous post without even thinking of the possibility that visitors will wonder how I got them. Well, I have no intention of keeping it a secret. As we all know, I have never been to Paris so it’s quite impossible that I took the photos by myself. I also have no friends in the City of Lights to do it for me. So, how did I get the pictures? I hired a bonafíde Parisian to take photos of Paris for me :P

These are my instructions:

  1. I want 3 pictures of Paris, France
  2. In the background of each image, the Eiffel Tower should be clearly visible
  3. I want her to hold a banner saying “Paris is waiting for you” with my whole name written on it

I paid $5 for it. I felt like it’s the best bargain I ever got in my entire life. LOL. The lady was very nice and friendly too. I don’t think that $5 is enough compensation for the trouble. How much is five dollars in Europe? Less than 3 euros? Can that amount buy her a cup of coffee? I doubt. So she was really a blessing to me. Maybe she just wanted to help fulfill my dream :) And before I forget, I met her in Fiverr.com. It’s a great website. You should check it out.

 

Filed Under: all about Paris, people I adore

With love from Paris

November 12, 2011 2 Comments

dear God, Paris is waiting for me!

Hello from Manila!

Today is my blog’s first year anniversary. I don’t really celebrate blog anniversaries but this one’s very close to my heart.

Love is Paris is the first step to achieving my most beautiful dream and this is what sets it apart from my other blogs.

I think it’s quite normal for people to have lots and lots of dreams. Most of which are inspired by friends, family, famous personalities and sometimes, even strangers. But we need to have a personal dream. Something that we didn’t get from other people. You know, a dream that you can call yours. Nobody inspired you to aim for it. It just happened.

This is what I feel for Paris, it’s between me and God.

Well, I don’t know which is bigger. My dream of becoming a writer or my dream of traveling to Paris in the future? Some days, I feel that God will help me achieve both dreams. Other days, I feel that God has a more beautiful dream for me. Something that may be different from the plans I made but definitely more amazing and more exciting.

Sometimes, I’d like to believe that I’ve already achieved the first because I’m writing for a living. But being a content provider does not mean that I am a writer in its true definition. I’m a writer but I’m not a writer writer. LOL. While I was reading Lolita, I had doubts if I can create a book as amazing as that. Maybe I can’t :( But hey, I’m happy being a blogger. Publishing a book is going to be a super bonus but for me blogging is already fulfilling.

About Paris, gosh, I have no means to make this happen. But hey, look at the photos! At least my name has already arrived the City of Love. I was literally jumping for joy when I received the images. They’re so beautiful. I’m sure you all agree. I can just imagine how squeaky clean those streets are. I think they are cleaner than my own room. LOL. You should see the pictures in their original size.

So all that is missing is my physical body because my heart, my soul, and my name are already there. I’m a Parisian by heart. I should have been born a French lady. Maybe in my next life time. But I’m a Catholic Christian. So there is no next life! There is, but that will be in heaven (or in hell?). I don’t believe in reincarnation. So it has to happen during this lifetime. I’ve got to go to France because Paris is waiting for me.

Happy first anniversary Love is Paris!

My name in Paris, France

 

Filed Under: all about Paris, dreams and ambitions

Don’t call me Lolita

November 10, 2011 1 Comment

 

When I was in college, our English professor gave us a surprise essay exam. We were given 30 minutes to finish a one-page article about our opinion on any topic. I decided to write about Lolita, a novel controversial for its erotic scenes and explicit description of sexual desires.

When it was first published in the 1950′s, people thought the subject was obscene and pornographic. However, it was later acknowledged as one of the best novels ever written and was even translated into different languages. The story is narrated by Humbert Humbert who is sexually obsessed with a 12-year old girl.

In truth, I never had the chance to read Lolita. At the time, I had no access to classic novels and great works of literature and poetry. But I received a nice grade for that essay even if  I just wrote it based on what I’ve heard from people who’ve actually read it. Anyway, I now have a copy of the book and here is what I found on the second chapter:

I was born in 1910, in Paris. My father was a gentle, easy-going person, a salad of racial genes: a Swiss citizen, of mixed French and Austrian descent, with a dash of the Danube in his veins.

The narrator is from Paris! Now I believe I am meant to read this book :) I already know the entire story and I’ve read plenty of reviews but I am excited to finish all my tasks so I can start reading it. Here’s our little secret. I wrote in my essay that Anna Kournikova, the Russian tennis star, refused to be called Lolita because of this novel. It’s a lie. I was just trying to make my essay longer because we were required to fill a long yellow paper with words and sentences.

This is an interesting thing Vladimir Nabokov, the author, said:

I am probably responsible for the odd fact that people don’t seem to name their daughters Lolita any more.

Really? Well, I think Lolita is a cute name. Same as Lilian, Marie, and Kelly :)

Filed Under: all about Paris, Parisian books

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