At 7:35 A.M, you lay your tired body on mine
before peeling off, like a slow band-aid.

At 8:40 you sprint home and make instant coffee.

At 9:45 we finally drink it, cold.
I finish your leftover half.

By 10:50 you are already breathless.
I live for every time we overlap.

When 11:55 comes I spend the entire minute convincing you to stay.
You never do.

By noon I put my hands on your shoulders and say, “Baby,
you’re getting thin. All this running in circles and barely sitting down to eat.”

At 1:05 you tell me that while you were gone,
15,300 babies were born.

At 2:10 you don’t say a word,
just come in and kiss me for sixty seconds straight.

At 3:15 we sit quiet, listening to rain falling everywhere
in the world at once: all 15,000 tons.

At 4:20 we pull a little from the tight joint I keep behind your ear.
You do not inhale.

At 5:25 you meet me for happy hour.
My neck already salted, a lime wedged in my teeth,
a shot of tequila sitting on the bar.

At 6:30 I hear the ticking.
I count your heartbeat like seconds between thunderclaps.

By 7:35 I can see you in the distance,
each second a tease until you drape over me.
We always love quick and you never let me hold you.
I dream of drinking you through a straw.

At 8:40 you watch my beard grow 0.00027 of an inch.

At 9:45 we do not speak.
Too many people have died since we last met.

At 10:50 we pray for a meteor,
at least a clumsy kid to spill sugar in our gears.

11:55 is my favorite.
We’re only apart for mere minutes.

But at midnight you’ll apologize sixty times
because it will always be like this.

At 1:04 AM I am already sleeping.
It’s exhausting loving someone
who is constantly running away.

—  Megan Falley, “What the Hour Hand Said to the Minute Hand”

I've never really liked nor too keen on the concept of Facebook, in fact, I hardly ever log on save for when I needed to reply to messages sent by other people. I keep the friends list as small as possible with more than 2/3 of them  marked as "Restricted/Acquaintance" so they can't view a lot of my contents. Every few months I'd go through my "Friends List" and delete  those that I don't really keep in touch with. I mean, what's the point of being friends on there if you're not actually friends nor really "keeping in touch"???  My main point is, if there's no link or bond, I see very little reason to accept any friend requests nor keep any as 'friends'. I feel like if people are looking for me, they can search for me and then send me a msg without having to "befriend" me on FB. And with those that are on my friends list, down the line I might de-friend those that I don't feel I need to "keep in touch" with via facebook since there's no interaction. I find that as I get older, my tolerance is lower than when I was younger, it's easier for me to cut people out...I care less and less it seems....

Also, I don't want to have to watch what I say and what I share and with whom on such a site. This is why I've always liked Xanga for the fact that I can post anything, and mostly it would be strangers that would stumble upon my page and read my contents....I can share my deepest thoughts on here, and granted most of the time it's written in codes, but I still feel I am able to express so much more than I ever have anywhere else. But then again, give and take for the best of us.....

Edit: So after my post, B sent me an email:

"What kind of people trying to add you on Facebook? They just want to see hot pictures of you!"

I have no idea....I get friend requests from people I met only once or twice or ones I've never even met before. I tend to contemplate a bit before adding people to my friends list and then over time if there's no interaction then I'd mark them as "acquaintance/restricted" and they won't be able to view most things including pictures. Then if there's still no interactions in real life nor online, I'd delete names from my friends list completely.

I see that so many people have a ton of so-called friends on their list and I bet they interact with less than half of those....I wonder if people want to seem like they have a lot of friends or connections? One of my friends said that some people befriended someone on FB for plain reason of just in case....so "just in case I need to contact a person, they'd be on my contact list"....but it goes back to my point, wouldn't it be easier just to search their name on FB and send them a msg instead??? My friend also said that some people like to FB stalk? It's puzzling to me and I feel it's quite unnecessary. I guess as I get older, I've become super private...almost secretive about certain parts of my life (hence why I tend to write in codes) and I get to decide who I let in.

I wanted to stay at Mr. C in West Los Angeles or The London in West Hollywood, but I couldn't decide on the dates and which rooms I wanted to stay in. Hmmm....Should I go to Hawaii in September mayhaps? I've written a few times here, here, and here about how restless my heart can get when I'm traveling, that is one of my main concerns.

I want simple things when traveling. I want sunshine, good food, good company, and good conversations that bounces effortlessly back and forth. Simple but not so simple at times since the whole experience depends on a main factor.

I want to go to the beach in my shorts and just lounge around..dabble my feet in the water.....I had a dream, where I was lying on the white sandy beach, soaking up all the sun rays, and having a coconut mixed with Takamaka rum...all while watching my guy swimming in the water so beautiful and so clear you can see nearly twenty feet below. That is bliss.

My heart yearns for exotic places and exotic people. I want to dip my toes into the sea, sail around in a yacht, a fish boat, hell, on an inflatable raft if I could. I wanna see Mt Olympus, where the Greek Gods were, to see Athens, to walk around the Colosseum, to see the leaning tower of Piza, maybe see Château de Chenonceau King Henry the something built for his lover, Diane. Perhaps see a ballet at the Royal Opera house, enter the Louvre, see the castles in Germany where some knight once saved a damsel in distress, experience the city on water and take a star gazing trip on a gondola. I want to do things, go places, experience the experience of life somewhere else. I wanna sky dive, hang glide, scuba dive in the Coral Reef. There is so much LIFE beyond the known, beyond the here and now, but people hardly even notice what lies beyond the horizon anymore. They only see it through their TV's. It’s not enough for me. I want so much more than a provincial life from nine to five every day. But yet...do I want to do all this by myself? What fun would it be to see the sunset on the coasts of Athens all alone? No one to share such beauty with? What is beauty, if there is no one there to see it?

 
 
 

"I could not fully enjoy it.  I realized that the experience was missing a key ingredient.  The one I long for.  It could have been so much better if I had someone to share the experience with......"

The feeling is mutual mon coeur, you don't have to remind me... It's like deja-vu for you... It has to be... Because it is for me....every time.

Finally done. Now I can somewhat enjoy what's left of summer.

"People who have only good experiences aren’t very interesting. They may be content, and happy after a fashion, but they aren’t very deep. It may seem a misfortune now, and it makes things difficult, but well—it’s easy to feel all the happy, simple stuff. Not that happiness is necessarily simple. But I don’t think you’re going to have a life like that, and I think you’ll be the better for it. The difficult thing is to not be overwhelmed by the bad patches. You must not let them defeat you. You must see them as a gift—a cruel gift, but a gift nonetheless."

— Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You

"Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity."

—  Henry Van Dyke

—  Peter Craig

After spending a few hours in the lab yesterday morning, I made my way to downtown Minneapolis to grab a quick bite and eagerly walked back to Barnes & Noble. I saw that the book I've been anticipating has finally came out. Six hours and thirteen chapters later, I reluctantly closed my book and left the comfort of my chair and table in the middle of the cafe and walked down the streets.

My appetite haven't been the same lately. I wonder if it because of the weather, but knowing me, it's probably more than just that. I no longer crave as I once did.....some food doesn't taste the same on my palette. I wonder if it's because my tongue has become jaded. For weeks now, I eat just to sustain but food seem to have no flavors.












Sister order the House salad, it taste quite similar to a wedge salad to me.





I got the Steak & Eggs, which is pretty much a steak tartare with an oyster shooter.





Sister got the Mac and Cheese, I didn't try any since I've had it before.





I order the restaurant's signature dish, the Tater Tot Haute Dish, it was decent.












I've written review for this restaurant twice already and pretty much the same dishes so I don't feel like writing another review for it. The first time I went to the restaurant was the best, everything tasted great to me. The second time was still good but not the same as the first. The third time, food seemed to taste less impressive than the first two times. I wonder if it was because the first time was the winter and the food seemed more comforting or maybe my appetite hasn't been the same or a combination of both. Whatever it is, I don't think I will come back to try the restaurant any time soon.