What is up with me?
Sunday afternoon, surfing the web, and all the happy news are making me shed tears of joy. Labo.
First I was at People, and I see a photo tribute to Mariah's career. I loved how she said that she didn't look at 2006 as her comeback, because she never left, and her real fans have always been there. I don't know, I just started to cry.
Then, I read on Yahoo! about Helen Mirren's most recent award, Best Actress at the BAFTA, and Forest Whitaker's Best Actor award. Reading what he said, "This means a lot because to be embraced by another shore is a special thing," just made tears roll down my cheeks.
And lastly, I learned also on Yahoo! that in Manila, 6,124 couples kissed during a pre-Valentine's day festival and broke a kissing record. Awww.
My drama abruptly came to a halt, though, when, at the end of the article, Katherine Hermosa said something. Nyek. Hahaha.
11 February 2007
09 February 2007
Friday afternoon
It seems that I've been attending too many meetings. While taking down some notes on personal stuff, and to separate my already existing checklist from another checklist, I put on the heading: ACTION ITEMS.
Suddenly, life has seemed to be taken out of a Dilbert comic. Nice.
Enough of that, I don't want to bring work at home.
Anyhoo... It has been a while. Things are going okay. No dramas whatsoever (at least not so much anymore). As Ellis Grey would say, You're happy... It's ordinary.
It's been 3 weeks now since JesUs and I started my Sunday afternoon cooking classes. I love it, it's been fun. I love him even more, but of course, that is something that could be left unsaid. He knows it, I know it, so I don't need to tell him while making salsa di pomodoro.
With Valentine's Day coming on Wednesday, I can't help but fantasize about an uber romantic evening, contrary to the sweet dinners that we have/go to. We're usually fun, and lively, and sweet, and casual, and sometimes even risque. But now I'm thinking romance. Not that it is even something that I think would happen unless otherwise requested (i.e., by me). He's seductive, not romantic. I'm sensitive, not romantic. I light up candles for sensuality. He brings wine for things to be bubbly. So, I don't know. It will be nice, though. I don't want to hope, because it's him. He doesn't beat around the bush. He's with me, and we straightforwardly enjoy each other's company. I guess that's that. We're sweet. Not romantic. Of course, everybody could use a little romance, right?
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I miss Mommy. Daddy and I are living off the food supply Mommy prepared before she left. There's a lot, so it would take us a while. We'll make use of the time Mommy is away to make some changes around the house. I am not sure how good it will be working with Daddy, haha. The thing with him is that it's so hard to make him get up and start. Once he's up, it's easy though. With Mommy, once I'm ready, she's ready too. Kahit anong paabot, game sya! Hehe.
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Okay, Cushie's here to chat with me...
Suddenly, life has seemed to be taken out of a Dilbert comic. Nice.
Enough of that, I don't want to bring work at home.
Anyhoo... It has been a while. Things are going okay. No dramas whatsoever (at least not so much anymore). As Ellis Grey would say, You're happy... It's ordinary.
It's been 3 weeks now since JesUs and I started my Sunday afternoon cooking classes. I love it, it's been fun. I love him even more, but of course, that is something that could be left unsaid. He knows it, I know it, so I don't need to tell him while making salsa di pomodoro.
With Valentine's Day coming on Wednesday, I can't help but fantasize about an uber romantic evening, contrary to the sweet dinners that we have/go to. We're usually fun, and lively, and sweet, and casual, and sometimes even risque. But now I'm thinking romance. Not that it is even something that I think would happen unless otherwise requested (i.e., by me). He's seductive, not romantic. I'm sensitive, not romantic. I light up candles for sensuality. He brings wine for things to be bubbly. So, I don't know. It will be nice, though. I don't want to hope, because it's him. He doesn't beat around the bush. He's with me, and we straightforwardly enjoy each other's company. I guess that's that. We're sweet. Not romantic. Of course, everybody could use a little romance, right?
-----
I miss Mommy. Daddy and I are living off the food supply Mommy prepared before she left. There's a lot, so it would take us a while. We'll make use of the time Mommy is away to make some changes around the house. I am not sure how good it will be working with Daddy, haha. The thing with him is that it's so hard to make him get up and start. Once he's up, it's easy though. With Mommy, once I'm ready, she's ready too. Kahit anong paabot, game sya! Hehe.
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Okay, Cushie's here to chat with me...
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