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“  “ (3/7/2008 1:34:55 PM): i saw you as a warm person, opening up for me
“  “ (3/7/2008 1:35:05 PM): experienced yet vulnerable

Now that’s flattering.

My dear jia

the phone rang. it’s raining outside. so is the heart. it’s never easy, babe, never. stop questioning. stop wondering. let’s dance in the rain. let’s cry our heart out. let’s scream till our tears run dry. turn off the phone. lift up the souls. imagine those shining stars above. I’m looking at the pictures. someday, dear, somehow. How about a trip to the moon? you know, they’re talking about unity and I’m listening to the same song. I know it hurts, babe, it does. it rottens you out. it’s bitter, dear. look at the endless path. Shall we hold on tight? don’t hate, sweetie. don’t stop. fly us to the moon, babe. we’re dancing stars. remember those days? now we can’t go back but we’re still dancing stars, always   

I miss New York

forever in mind. EsTicanya. Had fun teasing me in the train. Laughter and happYness. New York is Ella Fitzgerald. Park Slope in winter. Cute toes in summer. The big colorful tree. The beauty of those lights. The choir of love. Ice skating and sweet chocolates. Music of the world. Cheap CDs and damn expensive clove cig. Flea markets every corner. Barbeque in Spring, more in Summer. Snow falling in the avenues. Sweet gay on Starbucks: “Hi, good morning! Peppermint Mocha Frap?!” Me: “Yes please!”. The Brooklyn Bridge before Fallen. Under construction forever. From Up to Down. From East to West. Sinatra was right; my feet are longing to stray. The songs are nice, the place is perfect.