tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53881502011-08-15T11:02:22.803-07:00Idiosyn-crazyDays in the Life of a creature of peculiar habits—otherwise known as a 25-year old going on 50 woman.BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1091610208246193152004-08-04T01:03:00.000-07:002004-11-05T22:18:07.503-08:00Affirmationtoday is the launch of my column in peyups.com. and it's named after my blog http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=3687
One door closes, another one opens. :)
BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1090573915373824172004-07-23T00:09:00.000-07:002004-08-02T20:16:15.906-07:00Travelling down a familiar roadIt's been a while since I've been down this road.
And at this time of night too.
I can remember the last time I travelled that same route.
You were with me then. You were behind the wheel.
Little things like those. Memories of things that we usually take for granted at the time mean so much.
Especially, when things are no longer the same.
i wonder when the day will come when everything no BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1089779763838109412004-07-13T19:18:00.000-07:002004-07-15T04:32:45.250-07:00Not my cup of teai am drinking tea.
So?
What's so earth-shaking about that?
i allow myself a small smile as i let my gaze drift to the wrapper of the teabag i just dunked into my cup.
Gold Leaf Fruit Delights- Strawberry
On cue, my mind drifts back to the time i last drank that particular flavor of tea.
7 months ago.
It was the third date, and my second time at Big Sky Mind. The first date having just BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1089019528651477532004-07-05T00:22:00.000-07:002004-07-05T02:33:50.286-07:00i dont know what to write anymore.
i should write about the wonderful things that are happening. i should also write about the painful things as a release.
but what if you're left with nothing to say?
what if all the good memories are immediately smothered in bad experiences? That before you can get to celebrate the good moments in prose, something negative happens?
life's like that i know. BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-108840229927107592004-06-27T22:56:00.000-07:002004-07-18T01:08:22.383-07:00"The Reason"its been a long time.
and i have a lot to say.
for now, may the lyrics of this song suffice. it touched a chord in me somehow.
if he sang this to me, perhaps i'd understand.
The Reason
Hoobastank
I'm not a perfect person
As many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1087225228778301032004-06-14T07:59:00.000-07:002004-07-18T02:27:11.563-07:00believing... still.lifted from a song...
I chose to take this road called faith
I will walk on
I trust that You will lead me through
I will walk on
so be it.
he was a miracle.
i believed in miracles
i still do.
i still do.
BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1086846347397266632004-06-09T22:37:00.000-07:002004-07-18T02:26:17.270-07:00release of angst - poemi am done
finished
tired of looking for fragments of hope
in all that is left
of what we were
and what we've become now
a needle in a haystack is nothing
for the needle exists
just lost in a haystack
how can i expect
to find so remote a love
or such a tiny possiblity of it
lost in the twists
and turns of you
and what if there is actually nothing
to be found
deep within the BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1086183758636518082004-06-02T06:11:00.000-07:002004-07-18T01:06:25.050-07:00Rant part 2it never stops
the pain that continues to plague me
every time i hear the words in my head
i know all i am is a friend now to you
so how come you can't even be a friend to me?
do you know how painful it is
to live each day with a constant ache
spurned from futility
all i prayed for was...
a possibility
a chance, a moment
i promised to be there for you
to be a friend
even if it BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1086088462698471922004-06-01T03:57:00.000-07:002004-07-18T01:05:55.180-07:00Rant part 1never asked to be ranked first
in the list of priorities
that make up most of your life
and take up most of your time
all i was hoping for was even
just a little semblance
of whatever affection
you'd be able to acquire
over the past six months
but then half a year is probably
not enough
in the same way
i am not enough to
be worth
the risk
the promise
the loyalty...
beginning BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1085646114043379662004-05-27T01:06:00.000-07:002004-07-18T02:28:06.233-07:00surprisesomeone's on my mind today
you'd be surprised who
i mean amidst all the insanity
i'd get the surprise of my life too.
BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1085487335390080932004-05-25T04:57:00.000-07:002004-06-01T04:14:55.456-07:00falling asleep in the most unlikely of places at the most inopportune times can be quite dangerous, i realize that.
it's just that, i need sleep THAT badly.
BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1084949310633322292004-05-18T23:20:00.000-07:002004-05-18T23:48:30.633-07:00was looking through old emails and trying to discard some to free up some space in my account when i came across the one i posted below.
funny because as i was reading this, i found it increasingly hard to believe that i wrote such a thing. why? well—
let's just say that this past self of mine could give me the advice and the answers i so very much need at this point in time.
maybe i should BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1084706299753150742004-05-16T03:51:00.000-07:002004-05-16T04:18:19.753-07:00as per my previous post, well, i was listening to the original motion picture soundtrack of Il Postino (The Postman) where different celebrities read poems made by Pablo Neruda. Stars such as Madonna, Samuel L. Jackson, Sting, Ralph Fiennes, Glenn Close, and many others lent their voices and brought to life Neruda's powerful poetry.
and as predicted, (or hoped for rather) i was able to write myBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1084606427109580742004-05-15T00:14:00.000-07:002004-05-15T00:33:47.110-07:00there is always something about art that inspires one to art as well. Am i making sense? Let me illustrate. I am currently listening to the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack of "The Postman" or Il Postino. The CD includes select celebrities reading the poetry of Pablo Neruda to the music of Luis Bacalov. Stars such as Sting, Samuel L. Jackson, Julia Roberts, Glenn Close, Willem Dafoe, and BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1084530365277507002004-05-14T03:15:00.000-07:002004-05-14T03:26:05.276-07:00this morning when i was struggling to wake up, one of the first messages i received on my phone came from my mom, my dad, and surprisingly
from him.
to anyone else it would have just seemed to be a reminder for me to bring my glasses.
And i remember complaining about my eyes hurting from the contacts i've been wearing for the past few nights. Hence the reminder (not to mention a mild reprimandBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1084465092545479142004-05-13T09:03:00.000-07:002004-05-13T09:21:55.963-07:00When i heard this song for the first time tonight
i was like...
"God... i wish..."
(sigh)
everything is you
BOYZ II MEN
...you are my everything...
i've been thinking of a way to phrase it
seem to never find the words to say it
but it's true to say
i've been occupied by other things
(i've been occupied by other things)
how could i think that you wouldn't notice
(you wouldn't notice)BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1084340686792549972004-05-11T22:13:00.000-07:002004-05-11T23:41:09.840-07:00For Elle*—who felt that she had no right to feel jealous given the status of her relationship with a certain someone.
You say that you have no right to feel jealous. Jealous of his friends with whom he has made plans with for friday night. Of course, it'd be way better for him to be with you spending time with you than for him to be out and about.
You feel this and yet you scorn yourself for BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1083815989146921392004-05-05T20:59:00.000-07:002004-05-11T22:55:14.780-07:00i think that it's only fair to say that i've got a new blog.
It's called Unsent and Unspoken.
this new blog was brought about by a friend's recent comment saying that i've been posting nothing but letters in this blog (idiosyn-crazy).
so this new blog is the home of all the letters i've wanted to send him, write him... and the many things that i've been wanting to tell him.
and since BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1083559874677950462004-05-02T21:51:00.000-07:002004-05-02T21:55:28.623-07:00"ai"...
in the near silence of your car
i cradled you in my arms
as we waited, we waited,
a song came on the radio...
who'd have thought, this is how'd the pieces fit...
you and i shouldn't even try making sense of this...
and i remember
how this song
would be the saving grace
everytime i think of
letting go.
and now you're still in my arms...
around a hundred and forty days into
this
this BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1083209535157659892004-04-28T20:32:00.000-07:002004-04-29T01:47:56.200-07:00i.
he looked so different. he looked good. happier. better.
have i forgotten what he looked like?
it's only been what? 3, 4 days?
he just looked so different.
a nice kind of different.
he kept hugging me. i kept hugging back. held my hand. looped his arm through mine, hung on to my waist. various ways. it was wonderful to be with him again and i guess that beautiful feeling of just catchingBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1083146846291045632004-04-28T03:07:00.000-07:002004-04-28T03:11:35.153-07:00miracles. they do happen. everyday.
i pray things will turn out okay later...
just believe.BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1083067695092296312004-04-27T05:08:00.000-07:002004-04-27T05:12:22.733-07:00lost.
feel so...
lost.
alone. left alone.
again
less
worthless. nothing.
not worth the choice
no matter what i do.
nobody stays,
nobody sees,
doesn't matter.
lost.
tired. lost. aimless.
staring. thinking. trying to breathe.
forgotten,
foolish
questions. thousands. one
reasons... none
not enough reason
not enough motivation
stay...
or just
say
say it please
lost.
lost the will
BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1082112733029869532004-04-16T03:52:00.000-07:002004-04-27T04:49:03.873-07:00write. while the pain's still fresh. while you can fully encapsulate in words this feeling i hold that shatters my soul.
i didn't mean to.
i didn't mean to find out.
didn't mean to read
words meant for someone else
and it was the beginning
and it was the end.
i could venture more and read on
but i can only take so much
for months now
i've been trying to gather whatever composure i had left
BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1082003602443406292004-04-14T21:33:00.000-07:002004-04-14T21:37:13.436-07:00Lifted from a post in a forums in peyups.com
"I personally think, it's not LOVE per se we're afraid of. It is in essence LOSING that person. To lose one's self so much in the pleasure of loving and being loved for fear that it might not last long. To lose the inspiration that love can bring and the feeling of being wanted. These things come unexpectedly when we fall in love and so we mistake theBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1081832997387296052004-04-12T22:09:00.000-07:002004-04-12T22:13:46.106-07:00ai"
just thinking bout the mere 6 hours we spent together yesterday... hahaha, nakapag malling na't, nang-o-cry pa ng tao't, kumain, nagtawanan... bumaril ng tao sa arcade game...
...sarap. ang saya.
damn. i'm going to miss all of that when...
*sigh
love you so much,
-j.
BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1080807936903928112004-04-01T00:25:00.000-08:002004-04-01T00:29:29.123-08:00"ai"...
i'll be straight with you (although posting my sentiments on this thread is hardly a direct way to let you know how i feel.), i find it disconcerting that your @#%*& friend wanted to set you up with some women. Of course you found it flattering. Of course you looked back and laughed at the whole incident.
Thing here is, i'm just terribly insecure because i've no right and i cannot BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1080709276807143682004-03-30T21:01:00.000-08:002004-03-30T21:04:48.403-08:00i know i promised that i will infuse this blog with happier thoughts.
i'm both sorry and unapologetic that i have to rant here. now.
these past two weeks have proven to be both heaven and hell.
with a common denominator.
i do not regret having lost sleep and precious time because i was seeing someone through a crisis. no i do not regret having health problems borne of it as well. i cherish BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1079337751039650492004-03-15T00:02:00.000-08:002004-03-15T00:06:16.250-08:00if and when i get married (God willing)... the words from Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet will be great for the vows.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each oneBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1079062656046387562004-03-11T19:37:00.000-08:002004-03-11T19:44:33.483-08:00that's it. i'm breaking the cycle.
i gave birth (ooh that doesn't sound too nice, does it?) to this blog in the hope that it would capture the wacky thoughts that i can churn out in each day of my existence.
such as the musing that, with short hair, people say i look like Cher Calvin
does this mean i can aspire for my own Troy Montero? or even apply for a newsanchor job in the Big Apple?
BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1078988216317976142004-03-10T22:56:00.000-08:002004-03-10T23:00:00.890-08:00good Lord is that a swing coming on?
about to hit me hard in the face and knock my good sense out cold?
no, i'm in no playground trying to wrestle with a slab o' wood on ropes.
rather i'm going around in circles in the playground in my head. circles... cycles... emotional carousels that refuses to stop.
"Hey... really. I'm dizzy. Now couldja please let me off this thing?!"
going back to the BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1078930915701386002004-03-10T07:01:00.000-08:002004-03-10T07:05:01.546-08:00"about last night"
he called last night.
yes he did.
on my mobile phone.
no, this is no ordinary feat.
blame it on the fire... blame it on PLDT's slow-assed response to restoring the phone lines in Project 8.
heck, i don't care if i drained my phone of load last night.
thing here is,
he called back
not once. not twice.
thrice.
dammit. are we regressing? is our relationship suddenly BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1078820559669952052004-03-09T00:22:00.000-08:002004-03-09T00:25:42.153-08:00this is crazy.
is my conviction so easily shaken?
the faith, based on memory fragments
strewn across the expanse of my mind
my hands scramble to gather
the treasure trove of happiness
amassed over around ninety-days...
ninety days. or so.
was so happy yesterday.
and now... now, am brewing in doubt.
happiness is a choice, said he.
that thing you're involved in is quite uncertain... unstableBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1078737183285874152004-03-08T01:13:00.000-08:002004-03-08T01:21:31.716-08:00Can't stop thinking...
about some things... nothing in particular... everything.
[small smile]
i just can't help but revel and reminisce.
did something out of the ordinary happen yesterday?
let's just say, i got the answer i needed to shut up my ever inquisitive brain.
...my actions speak louder than my words...
i'll handle this. i know how to now. one day at a time.
one glorious day at aBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-107872281074702912004-03-07T21:13:00.000-08:002004-03-08T01:30:21.466-08:00about 030704
3 months.
It's been 3 months. Seemed so fast and yet...
Know what? You're a record breaker in your own right... in my life that is.
wow.
though the honeymoon's over and the fairy dust has settled. we're like an old couple seated on the couch... darning socks (or in your case, sewing modifications on that bag of yours) over conversations both deep and shallow.
comfortable.BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1078292332546708412004-03-02T21:38:00.000-08:002004-03-02T21:41:46.716-08:00loved yesterday.
loved last night.
napping on your bed.
burrowing close to you despite the heat.
laughing and going crazy
watching videos with you
sitting next to you while you drive
just being happy with you
love it when you fuss over me
love it when we have coffee at figaro...
loved the movie.
loved the wisecracks we made
and the kisses
loved the hug
loved your thoughtfulness
love you.BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1078133854936171032004-03-01T01:37:00.000-08:002004-03-01T01:40:26.700-08:00para dun sa taong may ari ng palm pilot na inubusan ko ng battery sa kakalaro ng bookworm...
i was being paranoid.
i thought i lost you.
i though you ditched me.
as it turns out, we were really just
busy.
i look forward to tomorrow now. am gratified at the knowledge that when you want to do something like watch a movie or attend an event, you instantly think of me.
wow. you've no ideaBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1076070304523235882004-02-06T04:25:00.000-08:002004-02-06T04:27:24.873-08:00i don't know what the hell i'm writing here. this is raw emotion. no editing. no fussing over grammar and eloquence. this is simply releasing all that hurt.
and God do i hurt.
-----------------------
sometimes i'd rather not be able to think. at. all.
you see, suddenly i'm faced with a deluge of doubts that whereby if i didn't think about them, and sate my inquisitive nature, i would not be asBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1074064410374819732004-01-13T23:13:00.000-08:002004-01-13T23:15:20.216-08:00[my first blog entry for 2004.]
We lived a lifetime in 39 days.
Sometimes, it seems longer.
Each time i see you it's never really the same. Sure, some elements will be, the wacky moments, the teasing, the conversations about anything or nothing.
One thing that will remain the same is the ghosts in your head and the cobwebs in your heart that are so tangled up you don't know where it began,BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1070000883954277652003-11-27T22:28:00.000-08:002004-01-13T00:21:33.716-08:00another article of mine finally made it to peyups.com. whooooppppeeeeeee!
after soaking up this month's ish of Cosmo (you've got to believe me that i buy that sh*t for the fashion and beauty stuff i swear!) i tried walking "tall" today. a feat that i should've mastered by now as i am quite vertically blessed.
despite the fact that i am in obvious ways a "big girl" i can be terribly shy.
but BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1068449777996496732003-11-09T23:36:00.000-08:002003-11-09T23:36:40.996-08:00i'm making a fuss over something i shouldn't be fussing over.
hell if it has been a long, long time since i've liked something this much and wanted something THIS bad.
but then again, damn hormones may just be going haywire and therefore its wreaking havoc on my emotions, magnifying them to into gargantuan proportion.
believe me, i want to stop the fussing. i want to stop thinking about BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1062056349462472952003-08-28T00:39:00.000-07:002003-10-29T20:47:45.543-08:00full circle?
met someone new last night. he reminded me of jacky chan. don't know why... must be the nose. having said that, i'm not going to even mention the existence of this blog to him. he might take it as an insult--you know, being compared to a martial arts institution.
but asides from that... yesterday was pretty weird. Two people whom i have not spoken to in the longest time sort of BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1061377888066882782003-08-20T04:11:00.000-07:002003-08-28T00:33:54.060-07:00i think too much.
hence the blog.
people don't respond well to my avalanche of thought.
like all avalanches, they are scary as hell, and can bury you alive.
just random thoughts...BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-1057646482545635362003-07-07T23:41:00.000-07:002003-07-07T23:48:15.646-07:00am staring at his picture right now.
haven't done so for quite some time.
i used to stare at it with eagerness and hope... of whimsical daydreams of how wonderful it'd be once we finally met... face to face.
the picture was quickly replaced by images on the webcam. for a moment i saw how he moved, how he smiled, how he threw back his head and laughed. how he shook his head from side to side toBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-958836402003-06-20T21:07:00.000-07:002003-06-20T21:10:08.000-07:00i hope i get to finish this properly lest my muse deserts me.
funny how thinking too much can get you. thoughts floating at the back of your mind randomly resurfacing to connect with the current train of thought making its way through your skull suddenly completes the idea and makes perfect sense.
i wanted to make an article about finding a man who knew the difference between dishwashing liquidBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-956815112003-06-15T01:00:00.000-07:002003-06-20T00:08:16.000-07:00It's been a while--and i don't mean the song by Staind.
It's been a while since i actually contributed to this blog. And it's been a while since i actually written anything of late. Maybe because i have little to be miserable about or maybe my passion for writing have other... well... a different outlet so to speak.
Am a bit under the weather and chances that i would be taking the longer route BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-949193372003-05-26T18:51:00.000-07:002004-03-11T05:57:12.576-08:00The rain let up a little this morning but the skies remained gray and cloud-ridden. Made me miss the blue skies that I used to see every morning when I get to the office.
Rode a taxi to work... the driver was friendly enough but i didnt think so at first. He looked about in his 50's, had a wiry frame, his salt and pepper hair was sleekly combed away from his face that bore alert eyes and thin BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-947726022003-05-22T22:14:00.000-07:002004-03-11T05:53:18.606-08:00Of fascinations.
A friend and i were talking about what fascinated us... he mentioned something about math and logic fascinating him. The day i'll be fascinated with Math would be the day the Sun turns green.
So my list of fascinations would be the following:
(1) great weather
(2) wind
(3) music
(4) meeting new people
(5) the business of love
(6) everyday miracles
(7) faith in all forms
RightBtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-944353932003-05-15T23:36:00.000-07:002004-03-11T05:52:46.606-08:00Patience was never one of my stronger suits.
That is probably why I disliked "Matrix - Reloaded" greatly.
I was kept awake only by the drive to know the ending--which, by the way was the proverbial rotten icing on the already molding cake. You could hear my exclamation of exasperation as loud of the rest of them in the cinema. Alright, i must admit that the fight scenes blew me away however, BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388150.post-942576282003-05-13T04:01:00.000-07:002004-03-11T05:52:22.966-08:00Before we begin, I would like to get a few things out of the way...
Idiosyncrasy
n.
- a characteristic of temperament, habit, or physical structure particular to a given individual or group; peculiarities.
- to use in a sentence, "Drinking Beer during breakfast is one of his idiosyncrasies"
Crazy
adj.
- illogical or impractical, not sensible.
- (informal) immoderately fond, passionately BtrSweethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13003599259699695747noreply@blogger.com0