like babies want god's love

At YVR right now, Cathay lounge.

Hungry, but too lazy to go to the buffet/snack bar. They have dimsum, they always have dimsum. Mediocre dimsum, yes, but I haven't had dimsum in ages. And I live in Vancouver, where there's a Chinese restaurant at every corner (and where, I've heard, the sushi bars outnumber the Starbuckses). O, wait, I was in Europe for 6 weeks. Hmm.

Right now, at this very moment (protracted over several thousand, it feels like), I want to talk to:

Justine Relova
Mia Singson
Jonno Yoshihara
Lyn Manansala (Lyn Manansala!)
Ethel Francisco (do we suck that much at keeping in touch? :P)
Derek Morgan.

I'm tired, and I want to go home. I'm tired and confused. And I'm going to either edit this or delete this after I get some food. So hungry, dammit.


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In HKIA now, Cathay lounge still. I've got a couple of hours to kill before I troop on over to my gate. The thing about long flights, sometimes, they don't feel long at all. And when you've finally landed, you find the wooziness so startling, that nagging exhaustion, and you feel compelled to figure out why it is exactly you feel so tired. Or maybe that's just me. Nice flight though. I don't know why, but I always manage to fall asleep before take-off (not that I'm complaining).

Watched a Korean movie, some snazzy little thing with a crisp storyline and endearing characters. The title's all sorts of hokey though (When Romance Meets Destiny--I kid you not). Then watched Junebug, which was a surprisingly satisfying movie. And I got to see Alessandro Nivola's ass, and that's always a good thing. Then watched a couple of TV shows (Scrubs, The Office [U.S.], Friends). Then listened to some music, while staring at the cabin ceiling, thinking little, crawly thoughts. Then chatted up the guy next to me (some Taiwanese dude travelling with his brother). They invited me to play cards with them, but the spatial logistics were just impossible.

Yuck, I need to go to the LTO. Or do I? I can't remember if I had to go with Mang Totoy to renew my license. Ah, Mang Totoy. Hopefully, my dad will even let me drive.

Off to Bohol on the 30th. But that's my registration date, so I'll need definite net access. Got into the Econ program at UBC, but I'm not entirely sure I want to pursue it (again). Unlike my dad, who's ridiculously sure that I should. Or that I will. It's like a foregone conclusion with him. I hate his foregone conclusions, they make me want to rip my teeth out (I wonder if I should have my last couple of wisdom teeth pulled out).

Mm, more people coming in. I'm at the Noodle Bar right now, but I'm not eating noodles.