i love appreciation. i love watching
the arcade fire on youtube (and maybe LIVE will be better). i love reading
arundhati roy and the courage of arundhati roy. i love eating baby ruth chocolate, brookeside's chocolate bowl almond flavor, peanut butter chocolates (but i hate anything else that's peanut buttery), and chocolate-covered almond nuts. i love binging on grilled barbecue (it's never less than 3 sticks). i love wasting my time at the beach. i love bienni my love. i love biking downhill with the air breezing swiftly past my face. i love binging (on food mostly). i love blogging and virtual wandering (hopping from one blog page to another, from one wikipedia entry to another). i love browsing the shelves at the national bookstore, looking for a new book. i love listening to the
broken social scene. i love seeing my bylines. i love Christmas Eve than Christmas day itself. i love the smell of processed cinnamon and an actual cinnamon stick. i love flying past clouds, especially when they're at their colorful best. i love daydreaming (who doesn't?!). i love what
devotchka did for little miss sunshine. i love being with my family more than anything in the world. i love looking up at fireworks (i never tire of them). i love (and am crazy about) french fries with fish and with chicken salt. i love being surrounded by fish. i love and adore gentlemen. i love
gilby clarke and his easy judging stint at rockstar supernova (ok, he looks like louie talan). i love ice cream and trying out new flavors. i love looking at
jake gyllenhaal. i love the rush of jet skiing. i love reading
joel stein (for updated works, go to
time.com). i love
john irving's comical characters and out of the box stories. i love snacking on junkfood at work. i love crying over kristoff's non-affection. i love mango floats (and it's never one serving only). i love dreaming of Manila (and i love how this
guy is changing how people see Manila). i love surprise text messages from long lost friends. i love my mini library at my lovely desk in cebu. i love adoring
lino cayetano. i love long hairs on guys. i love watching
louie talan strum his bass guitar. i love music. i love the hippie happy of natalia diaz's articles. i love reading book summaries (and this makes me unmindful of the many hours i unconsciously spend at the bookstore). i love the idea of a boy named noel. i love ngohiong with hot sauce and puso, especially when served at work. i love arriving in ormoc in the morning, when the sun is at its full glory, when the market is just opening, when i walk thru the crowd lining up for the ride back to cebu. i love staring at
paolo soler (ouch). i love pastillas from carigara (so much that i insist they are the best in the world; a pack of 100 we got yesterday was emptied tonight between me, papa and ting). i love the pecan tarts at the postrio, especially the tart grenablois (sounds complicated,
basta it's the thick chocolate tart... don't share it with anybody). i love the
penman. i love taking and collecting photographs. i love pineapple dinners. i love pound cupcakes. i love red horse beer conversations. i love laughing at rj ledesma. i love imagining the first, and who knows the only, day
robert schwartzman and i will meet. i love seeing
shia labeouf on screen. i love the nostalgic elements of the music of
the shins. i love the timelessness of
the simpsons. i love siomai (never less than 4 pieces). i love speeding in the sea. i love sundays anywhere with the family. i love back issues of
time magazine which i get from my pop (so i'm always late by 1-2 mos). i love touchdowns in other countries. i love the thrill of turning 30 (and the thrill of having to go thru "did i make the most of the last 1o years?" again like i did when i turned 20). i love plunging into the underwaters. i love the santol and rambutan season; too much i dont know what to eat when their season's over. i love Sydney; too much i can imagine living down there. i love the musical daring of the
updharmadown. i love watching at somebody else's vibrato (never mine). i love it when the highest pitch of the violin steals my focus from the rest of the world. i love the violin. i love trying out the wengweng of the different bars. i love dipping my face in cold sea water.
Chin in this photo reminds me of Clint Eastwood; i should have borrowed a cowboy hat.
Isn't she lovely?
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