cloudy. high 59f.

simple happiness: life boardgame & gin rummy

my weekend diet: breakfast, breakfast, breakfast

another resplendent sunday: long-awaited dim sum, long-awaited pafa gallery trip, long-awaited creme brulee @ petit 4, (not so scary) amityville horror, dinner @ pietro's, getting to know and admire a beautiful and enduring single mother, adoring thoughtfulness, a mended phone conversation with heartful assurances and renewedhope for april

shuffled on my shuffle: lonely people tumble downwards / my heart opens up to you / when she says / she says she has no time / for you now

gusty winds. cooler. high 67f.

a life worth living: a daily walk/lunch/playing in the woods with someone dear, even if you get punched in the stomach at the three hour's end

to tuffy: no worries, a truthful dinner tonight

looking forward to: a may weekend in the bay area

shuffled on my shuffle: you fall on me for anything you like / and years make everything alright / you fall on me for anything you like / and i no, i don't mind

a mix of clouds and sun. very warm. high 84f.

quote in mind:
charlotte: i just don't know what i'm supposed to be
bob: you'll figure that out. the more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you

shuffled on my shuffle: i don't know your thoughts these days / we're strangers in an empty space / i don't understand your heart / it's easier to be apart

partly cloudy skies. low 40F.

on laurel canyon: a submersion into the unnerving whims of the human heart and the relentless (but often futile) effort to control it, placing you in that ostensibly bright but truly grey -- misty grey -- canyon where reason and insanity blur for miles. 9.0/10

a pity: the insidious class profiling at boyd's

a recompense: the aqua-gowned eye candies at boyd's

weekend plans: penn spring fling, bday karaoke party, swat fun fair and hopefully some long-awaited dim sum

a fancy: another kogepan respite

shuffled on my shuffle: you'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes / and on your own / bedshaped / and legs of stone you'll knock on my door / and up we'll go in white light

sunny. high 60.

on closer: convulsively charged with contempt, like the scraping of rose petals cut in rock. 8.5/10

another resplendent sunday: hunt for a lighter, tres tacos, green floral bucket hat, a very creamy creme brulee, painting pale pinks and neon greens with watercolors and water bottles, an andy lau movie that wouldn't end, penne alfredo, dodgeball for a nightcap

looking forward to: keane concert, penn's landing, 6.3.05

shuffled on my shuffle: and, if you have a minute why don't we go / talk about it somewhere only we know / this can be the end of everything / so why don't we go / so why don't we go

some clouds. low 46. -- perfect for volleyball in the woods

on sin city: no substance, all sensation. uses b/w contrast to accomplish what kill bill accomplishes with music. truly a gruesome masterpiece. 9.0/10

to continue: wario 4, metroid fusion, zelda: minish cap, reading novels, drawing lilies

to learn: dance salsa, speak vietnamese, make creme brulee

shuffled on my shuffle: i never wanted to stay in one place too long / oh no, not me, i didn't want to be / a victim of that fatal touch when you want someone too much / you, you'll be the end of me

clear skies. sunny with gusty winds. high 57.

pleasant sunday: cahoon fajitas, clinique gift bag, 3M lint remover, rum-spiked salmon, and (in lieu of creme brulee) dulce de leche mil hojas

poem in mind:
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands