of summer afternoons

Is this simply the unique perversity of the human heart that wants (and wants and wants) what it doesn't have -- Italian food in Paris, American jazz in Saint-Germain -- and, only when it is about to lose it, returns to the things that drew it to the desire in the first place? Or was there a kind of peace in it too? Loss, like distance, gives permission for romance. In a better-ordered Verona, Romeo and Juliet would have grown up to be just another couple at dinner.

Adam Gopnik, Paris to the Moon.

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i don't feel like the quote or maybe on some percentage i do.


hey you.
yes you.

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i badly wanted to see my nephew.

happy birthday dichee. and happy labor day to the manggagawang pinoy. :) am proud to say that i am a part of the work sector. and doing a laborious (spellcheck) job of staying up the whole night for 4 years now. oh yeah!
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gelo woke up in tears this afternoon. my guy is such a boy.

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i made chicken with tomato sauce. it's terrible.