Love

And my baby turns eight.



How time flies, I really don't know.

But I sure know how a parent feels, that ironic fear of losing a child before his or her own time on earth is up.

Strange, but very real. And very, very unsettling.


What's worse than a long-distance love relationship?

A long-distance love relationship where the longing and feelings cannot be expressed over email nor the fuckin' telephone.

Mucked

Drinking = Stupidity
Therefore, No Drinking = No Stupidity

This is probably the millionth time I swear I'm going to stop drinking.

Hilton "Deadend"

Good morning.

It's Sunday morning, and I'm still in my PJs, lazing in bed, watching silly romantic comedies I never get sick of.

And it's cold and rainy and dreary out there, while my friends are probably enjoying the lovely moonlight, burning candles, eating mooncakes with their loved ones right now.

I'm back in Boston, baby.


Nice view this time, though.

I can change without having the curtains drawn. Very nice.

But not like it really matters.


I have only one simple goal for the week.

I will make darn sure we eat some awesome steak.


Ouch!

Still hurts a bit.

イケナイ太陽

It means "bad sun".

See, I just knew it sounded bad enough.

Theme Song

Do you have a theme song for your life?

I do. And I don't have just one. In fact, I have amassed a few, at different points of my life, depending on the state of my being.

Like right now, this is my song.

I don't really know what it means, but it sounds happy. It sounds naughty. It sounds mad. Just like the me I know and miss.

It pumps me up. It makes me want to move, just when I can't find any motivation to.




What motivates you?

I hope you know. 'Cos I know it sucks not knowing. And the frantic search for it makes it even worse.

And I suppose just a song ain't gonna really work.


I didn't work hard this Monday, though I said so I would last week.

Screw me.

I have Tuesday.

Homesick

I can't believe one week has just flown by.

I miss the kids.

Hungry Fool

rl2000 says: i like gals who eats and think like a guy
ME Inc. says: i think i eat like a monster and think like a child
ME Inc. says: is that bad?

I really think that sounds really bad.

Home

... is still where the love, and the food, is.

: )
















The buddies accommodated my schedules. The mom cooked my favorite foods. The girls fought over me. The boy drove me nuts. The little one wouldn't take her eyes off me, neither would I let her out of my arms.

I think she actually looks like the baby Me, so I think she'll look all fine when she grows up. Lucky her.

Oh, and I wore my new kicks and almost got killed.

I love going home. : )