on vesak day i'm going to meet some friends i havent seen in twelve years! imagine that. i have a good feeling i'm going to quite like eugenide's quite engaging book. it's so far been a deja vu of amy tan and graham swift with eugenides's virgin suicides tone potpourri-ed together. an impropmtu date resulted in the favourite charsiew rice and candy empire as destination in mind. this week hasn't been so good. i've only ran twice. i shall resume the brilliance of last week for the coming week and to start it all, i'm going to try to do lots in the morning. you know the pulse of an addiction gaining on you when you recall the estactic feel of a run when a catchy tune plays on the radio. i wish i could listen to music while swimming too. the trumpeter and i are doing very well on our australia trip planning. i think it is a very good thing when even sitting silently in the car i feel so blessed and loved. we had some nostalgic funloving-commentary-type listening to michael learns to rock. and why not that was a fun era. the oc is such a nice show. the music - brilliance. nada surf and all. if they start playing beulah or KOC i will just cry with happiness. seth cohen - classic. he's the rory parallel you know. and it's trashy somewhat but it's quite real somewhat too and at least it's done well. i mean nothing can make up for how they schedule gilmore girls on tv in such a terribly destructive way but this should do for now. they shouldn't play mazzy star on lush radio. it's not for the masses.i want it all to myself...