a la peaceful melodies

In response to the previous post and jabbers, a little something to show his wit and cuteness, not to mention his musical capabilities that never seem to fail me.




Quoting:
"If you don't I'm going to absorb the Colbie Caillat character in myself..I'll just it tuck it between my legs, if you know what i mean."

And he pulled it off with perfection. I guess the song didn;t need a duet partner after all<3

we sulk, we whine, we sing

If only summer curfews don't exist..
If only we didn't play Cranium until 2 in the morning..
Then I would be outside doing something far more interesting than sitting my ass in front of the comp screen, repeating all the pointless phrases of If Only's.

Jeezus! As if I didn't have many choices tonight to entertain myself.

Such as:
In a pool, late night swimming.
Screaming my head off, in place called Highway 9.
Or, Batmannning.

But tonight, I ignored whatever plans were supposed to happen.
(Due to my parents' rising decibels)
To sit my ass here, to sleep at a bedtime I don't have, to attend church tomorrow in early hours.

So I guess, as usual, the tune of Jason Mraz is only cheery (or should I say, Pleasant) voice in my ears tonight.

Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

the epilogue

Aloe cream is slapped on, straightening iron is warmed up.

From candlelights to Dora tattoo sprawled across my wrist, Relay, and LA after was quite adventurous, and definitely meaningful. I bonded and shared deep conversations with the missed among the spelled out candles. Hummed to lovely beats of favorite tunes by fading lights. I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend.. Footballed on vast fields of green with bare feet. Napped in a mansion perched in hills of Gilroy past midnight. Cuddled in layers of blankets next to loved ones and the newly met. Entertained with photography, pieces of memories to be cherished and tucked away.

Then the City was more memory-making in sites of Santa Monica, Beverly Hills, and such.


After three days of irregular sleep and junk food, I sit as an epitome of chapped lips, bug bites, ridiculous tan, and blurred remains of Spongebob tattoos..



Without my realization, I'm already halfway through summer of 2008. Memories made, more to make. Back to work tomorrow morning, then city seeing @ SF! I utter once again, Oh Summerlavvh<3

3 am contemplation

HIHI (12:28:12 AM): someone told me
HIHI (12:28:33 AM): "you are whiter than the last time i saw you."
HIHI (12:28:48 AM): yuuuuup, i've been avoiding the sun nowadays
HIHI (12:28:53 AM): in the mall 24/7
HIHI (12:28:56 AM): mmm, AC!

So you may ask, "Whassssup!"
Heat exhaustion is up, that's what. Yeah, you heard me.
What a heated wad of sticky 7 days. A productive one at that.

Today, after a long day of juice making and classing, I rearranged furnitures and tasked another delicious project - asian noodles and a batch of le sauce rouges avec fruits de mer. After, I greeted church adults - a potluck. By the time of good nights rolled around, my RFL fundraiser was halfway done, thanks to generous adults. Oh yess, I'm rockin' and ready to go for RFL! Well, to be exact, $50 and 24 more hours to go, lol.

In reminisce of the past few days, everything I see myself doing, people I react with, produced emotions and satisfactions represent a true reflection of happiness.

The conclusion: summer keeps me complcent.

In the coming weekend, I'll be out, basically 24/7.
11. Swimming, food, photographs, last-minute RFL fundraising, dinner, Wanted.
12/13. Relay for Life @ Campbell; LA upon arrival. "Buh-bye Cupertino. Citybaby, here I come!"


-
11:34 PM update;
Wanted didn't happen, but Vfair, Thai food, and NVC did.
What a way to wrap a supa long, exhausting day! :D
reminder: reflective work asap, life & religious.

I'm sleeping soon, first time ever to sleep before 12 this summer.

pasta galore

and awkwardly matching set of chopsticks.

Sweaty shirts, sticky sofa, series of showers to last me for days...
The unexplainable burst of heat that tires me from mere vacant seatings of two minutes.

With temperature of three digits, I was flabbergasted by my sudden inquisitiveness to Italian cuisine. Along with the ridiculous urge for French and usage of its vocabulary.

It was quite a labor, with five steamy pots and pans, not contributing in lessening the heat whatsoever. However, after witnessing smiles and empty plates from what was to me, daring venture at les pates, the labor was magically inexistent.

After attempted Italian extraordinaire, I replayed missed episodes of soap opera, refilled glasses with h2O, and replaced closet attires, developing yet another routine.


Now I sit, still full, awaiting for the midnight snack prepared by the very hands of my mother.

How ironic. All I ever wished for was to keep that 9 PM sleep mark, and now that it's summer, I'm constantly typing away in hours way past midnight, wide-awake and nocturnal.

Tomorrow will be work, AC and smoothies will keep me satisfied for some good hours.