April 10, 2004
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Patina Girl
She looked older with make up. Almost, but not quite reaching her merlot, her right hand made a deft detour, preemptively caressing her Blackberry a nanosecond before it vibrated. All this in one graceful gesture, as if she had meant to grab the Blackberry all along. A true pro, she continued the conversation and checked her emails at the same time, smile unchanging, tone unwavering. Is this the same girl who once dribbled hot sauce on my second-favorite sweat shirt at Tommy’s? I guess we’re not in school anymore. But then, I’m always the hopeful type who believe people never change. Heck, I even left my Blackberry at home.
I walked out of Patina, stomach full, heart empty. A flurry of well wishes, card exchanges, and we’ll do lunches take place. After walking her to the parking lot, I doubled back to the concert hall to clear my head. I snuck into the small garden nestled in the back. I jog through this garden every morning, and found it pleasant. Yet at night, it is transformed into something, if not magical, then at least fertile with possibilities.
As the night flowed over me, I was relaxed and would not have noticed her had she not dropped her book three feet in front of my shoes.
“The Cat in the Hat,” she said embarrassingly, as I politely picked up the book for her.
The normal thing is to nod, smile, and move on. But there was something about her that inspired me. Maybe it was the whimsical combination of a woman in a slinky black dress carrying a Dr. Seuss book. Maybe it was the way she bit her lower lip, supressing a smile.
“Well, all the important things can be said in one syllable words,” I ventured.
Slightly surprised at that little comment, she recovered, and (thank god) smiled. She blurted out, “it is my birthday present… tomorrow is my birthday, but my friends took me out early to celebrate, because, you know, their schedules…”
We went into a whole conversation about the nature of friendship, growing up, and growing apart. We exchanged phone numbers. Except this time, she might actually call.
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Quizlet: I stole the syllable line from what movie/book?
“All the important things can be said in one syllable words…. and as there is only one page left to write on in this journal, I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love. “
<Two points to Daff for capturing the castle.>
Comments (10)
I capture the castle! *grin* charming film with stunning scenery. Did you ever get a chance to compare it to the book?
haha ditching school? haha i wish, i’ve been pretty busy lately with school and everything .. you should see the work the teacher be giving me .. its like 4-5 projects at the same time .. and my world history teacher .. mann its like 40 short answer question a week and everything … maybe it doesn’t seem much compare to youuu, but to mee … it is =/, beside my life isn’t interesting to blog … i haven’t really step out of the house lately, just to go to school … yea, i can’t wait until the summer! vacation!!!! are you going on vacation??!?!??! .. haha alright this is long .. im going to end it here!
you write beautifully. Thanks for the props, have a fun and relaxing weekend ( or at least do your best ) ciao
One-syllabled ranting:
I have never loved.
I thought I could…with him…
I thought wrong.
One day I will
Daff, what a pleasure to finally meet someone who has seen the movie! I’ve never read the book before but it is definitely on the top of my list. I imagine the book is Jane Austen meets Nick Hornby. Is the book as awesome as I hoped it would be?
Lisa, my world history teacher in high school ended up marrying one of his students. Better watch out…. o_O
Thank you Lady Chalot, I will relax and dream of waterfalls. =)
Love 2 Much… “Who I loved, loved me not, who loved me, I loved not.” Story of my life.
hiya, almost forgot to tell you to read Atlas Shrugged. If you liked the Fountainhead, this is tha ‘next level’, it’s massive but it is Rand’s masterpiece… John Galts speech at the end of the book (approx 30 pages, is worth the book alone )
“Who is John Galt?”
“misa” haha not lisa
its okay, that always happen .. o.O he has a wife .. so i don’t got to worry about that ! haha
and his wife is a teacher too.. and work at the same school .. ahha so i guess she got her eyes on him :]
Misa… I guess I can get used to that. =)
My favorite name for a girl is Misha. If I name my daughter Misha, I might call her Misa for short, especially during the special times when I’m too angry to pronounce her name right.