what have we here???
hahaha... almost didn't recognize my LJ. i had a very good friend "improve" this lay-out. KABOOM is right. the dark colors, so angsty and intense, describes me aptly right now.
it looks like i'm in hell. am i?
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the last week, i read "the five people you meet in heaven" by mitch albom and watched "under the tuscan sun" starring diane lane. i recommend both of them, especially if you're in a feeling-lost, feeling-forsaken mode. not that i am (not really), but the book and the movie is so feel-good that they just have to be shared.
the movie made me all the more desperate to go to italy. it made me want to ditch my french classes and switch to italian instead (why not?). it made me want to have "a beautiful affair" with an italian hunk. it made me want to save up enough (this should be a HELLUVA LOT) of money to buy my own villa in tuscany. it made me want to change my life.
the book, simply put, moved me. it gave me hope. it made me cry. it made me want to understand my life. it made me think of the people who've come before and who will come later and the consequences and effects we have caused and will cause each other. it made me smile.
see/read for yourself. you won't be disappointed.
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i was hanging out the other morning with someone i shall call the shaolin monk/last of the mohican/rastaman. he's an officemate and lately we've been spending lunch together often enough to elicit whispers among the rumor-hungry people from work. anyway, he mentioned that he was craving strawberry waffles. after my shift, i went to starbucks and bought him some. i gave it to him while he was taking calls and the surprised look on his face was "thank you" enough for me. the next morning, he gave me a copy of the Roswell soundtrack, an album i've been looking for for the longest time.
my friends know that i don't casually give guys "gifts" when i do, it's special. not that he's special in a kilig way, but he's been good to me. no bullshit. and he's one of the more real people i've met at work.
give and you shall receive. lovely.
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the artist went up to baguio for the art congress. he's going to give a speech so apparently, he's more respected than i thought. and dammit, that made me even more interested.
he's 33 years old.
and dare i say it, i can't wait to see him again. especially his pad. and he wants to see me again, too.
buti pa siya. eh yung iba diyan? nasaan na???
bitter ito.
it looks like i'm in hell. am i?
* * *
the last week, i read "the five people you meet in heaven" by mitch albom and watched "under the tuscan sun" starring diane lane. i recommend both of them, especially if you're in a feeling-lost, feeling-forsaken mode. not that i am (not really), but the book and the movie is so feel-good that they just have to be shared.
the movie made me all the more desperate to go to italy. it made me want to ditch my french classes and switch to italian instead (why not?). it made me want to have "a beautiful affair" with an italian hunk. it made me want to save up enough (this should be a HELLUVA LOT) of money to buy my own villa in tuscany. it made me want to change my life.
the book, simply put, moved me. it gave me hope. it made me cry. it made me want to understand my life. it made me think of the people who've come before and who will come later and the consequences and effects we have caused and will cause each other. it made me smile.
see/read for yourself. you won't be disappointed.
* * *
i was hanging out the other morning with someone i shall call the shaolin monk/last of the mohican/rastaman. he's an officemate and lately we've been spending lunch together often enough to elicit whispers among the rumor-hungry people from work. anyway, he mentioned that he was craving strawberry waffles. after my shift, i went to starbucks and bought him some. i gave it to him while he was taking calls and the surprised look on his face was "thank you" enough for me. the next morning, he gave me a copy of the Roswell soundtrack, an album i've been looking for for the longest time.
my friends know that i don't casually give guys "gifts" when i do, it's special. not that he's special in a kilig way, but he's been good to me. no bullshit. and he's one of the more real people i've met at work.
give and you shall receive. lovely.
* * *
the artist went up to baguio for the art congress. he's going to give a speech so apparently, he's more respected than i thought. and dammit, that made me even more interested.
he's 33 years old.
and dare i say it, i can't wait to see him again. especially his pad. and he wants to see me again, too.
buti pa siya. eh yung iba diyan? nasaan na???
bitter ito.