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I start the "office day" learning some italian courtesy of yahoo.  http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/food/how-to-order-at-an-italian-restaurant-without-sounding-dumb-or-pretentious-2588378/#photoViewer=7

I love Italian food but I am one to admit I don't know how to pronounce them. Hehehe. Whenever I don't know the pronunciation, I just point it at the menu and let the waiter/waitress say it aloud. Hehehe. Geez me!

Anyway, I spent a good 20 minutes in the van that I rode this morning with only one of my butt-cheeks comfortably sitting and the other, well the space were only good for one butt-cheek. :p

Hemingway, a white flag is hanging inside my brain halfway to Makati. I can't help but think of Dido's "White flag" although, I am not quite familiar with the song (and my image of a white flag means I am surrendering, unlike in the song). Then something of the minute scale happened (twice) and the song swung from "white flag" to The Beatles' "I want to hold your hand" (the song changed happened in the first occurrence.) I wonder what the Universe is telling me. And I wonder if it thinks I will get it. Does it mean, here's the best for last so I should cling to the white flag OR halt! don't wave the white flag just yet! ay...caramba! Dear Future Self, I hope you'd understand this and remember the moment when you get to read this, sometime in the future. I hope you're well right there and if ever you're not I hope this memory would make you smile, feel giddy (the way I haven't right now) or even just silly. Ah...cheers for my future self! Hold on! :D :D :D

On to last night, I've watched the most affecting episode of Criminal Minds last night with my sisters. This is due to Sarah's wanting to watch said episode. Episode 9 Season 5. I cried. I am sorry but I cried. It's just it's Hotchner for christ's sake. Tsss. My high school self wouldn't tolerate this. You see, I don't cry unless I am all alone in my room and still I hide it. But I guess I am growing older because I like the fact of me crying on books, movies and tv. I am happy about the fact that I can feel these things. It's like a release, a therapy or even a shake from somewhere that tells me, "Hey, it's okay to cry, scream, laugh out loud and even talk to yourself." It is okay, if not great, to feel, to be moved and to be affected. It's human and I think it is food for the soul. Although, I am starting to feel quesy about the phrase "food for the soul". It's too self-centered still even if it is about one's soul.

Oh and I ate three different junk foods last night. 1. Lay's 2. some Cheetos 3. A whole pack of Chippy.

*I'll just say that what I like the most about our (my father's) jukebox is that when it plays a good old song I've never heard of. It feels more vintage that way. Unfamiliar good old music playing in the jukebox is like being transported to a time I didn't exist.