~* Soy una señora caliente...

Your Inner European is Italian!

Passionate and colorful. You show the world what culture really is.

Who's Your Inner European?

~*I am codename A...

This blog feels like a double life for me. Occasionally they'll be someone dropping by, but other than that, my few readers are my best buds. Which is Just the way it was supposed to be. This crap is wee too personal, eventhough it's just another faceless, nameless piece of literary work (read: crap) in this lil cyberworld...eee...I can't believe I just used the word cyberworld...dang, so retro. Worrisome.

Ooh ooh...I am so tempted to write about something but...nah, waste of my time. Got better craps to write about. Ah yes, the thing about the inevitable spinsterhood. However, time ain't on my side today, and drowning in my work. So... je parlerai à u plus de mon chéri... I am such a sucka for this language...

~*V for vacuum, vacant, vacuous...

Saturday night. 11.05pm. No cable, for some utterly stupid reason. Yes, only 1 reason. Shall not dwell in that though, utterly pointless. Yes, I am back in my 'normal' self/world loathing state of mind. I am so hating this...breathe.
Ok, so, I haven't written in a long while, but this is not one of those blogs that cater to a legionnaire of "fans" or a place for me to "seek" new friends, this is where I air my self important thoughts, my every whims and fancy, so I doubt that there are anyone who actually stayed long enough to miss my absence.
Anyways, since I am tossed between reading about some guy who killed Versace or blog, I chose the latter, just.
Went to the movies earlier, alone. Loser, u say? Well, I am in the folks' home far away from my own happy little world, and I am so not happy, right now.
The only consolation for today was, that I liked the movie, V for u know what...
I loved the mask; I find the face of the mask sexy. His lair exquisite. His music enthralling. I swear I could die in his presence. This is my kind of movie. The masked hottie, my kind of man. I wonder if I actually meet a guy with such characteristics, vendetta-ing aside, but deeply scared physically, could I accept him…and love him? I dunno, maybe I'm way too superficial, then again, I ain’t getting any younger, and boy, do i crave substance in my company.

I think, I must have had a past life, and I think I must have been a European woman, French to be exact. I do not, by choice, watch anything Asian, Chinese to be precise. I love foreign films and languages, and music, French in particular. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Paris may very well be my idea of Utopia. I was born at the wrong place in the wrong century.

~* I find myself being swept off my feet thinking about the freaky man in mask and the sweet music in his lair…sigh, only in the movies.