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Wednesday, August 21, 2002

they're writing songs of love, but not for me... chet baker's so simply incredibly delectable. his voice is like a purrrfect cup of earl grey tea in white saucers and tea cups. heh. yesh, polish and smooth, being alittle too predictable and unruffled for some. but so coiffed! that's the way to sing man, as if you haven't a care for the world, as if nothing can ever bother you...

oh well on with the show. it's raining now. i've got readings and more readings to do but i'm feeling a little nettled right now coz, i stink from all that cooking... yet i'm kinda lazy to get myself cleaned up. some days everything around u seems like a chore. even typing this entry. I reasoned that i started it, might as well finish it.

i watched a re run of ally mcbeal on channel 18. and it aired the episode where ally begins to fall in love with larry. i felt so cheated when the show ended because strangely, i wanted that nice snuggly warm feeling creeping up on me again. a kinda feeling only caused when people are in the process of falling in love.
but thank God and with much good sense, i snapped out of it. Love may be just a bundle of feelings but reality sneaks back in and suddenly, the room is so quiet.

posted by happyhannon at 10:58 PM