back to the world of the living?

that's a slight allusion to the "corpse bride" which i saw yesterday. luverly. the visuals were haunting and dark and beautiful. and it was a sweet g-rated luv story, with the characteristic tim burton flair for pushing borders. the plot was a bit weak, but it was worth the money to see the mind-blowing claymation. and now that i am reflecting on it, it had such a heartbreaking quality to the whole story. and a couple exquisite songs (eg. victor's piano solo and the piano duet). exxxxquisite.

woke up at 5am today. grrr. it's happening so frequently lately that i'm resigning myself to it. didn't crawl out of bed till 5:40 tho :P. then off to foothill to take care of classes. wow. i forgot how bad commuting was. but it's never piss-you-off bad unless you're in a rush and i wasn't in a rush. i got to foothill at 8 and was pleasantly surprised to see a woodsy campus area nestled in the los altos hills and lotsa people my age. it was so strange to see so many young people again. i don't think i ever really appreciated crowds of people my age until today. usually my eyes fall on the oh-so-beautiful elderly or people who look unique or interesting, but today, i was just so happy to be back in a school environment again. i've been so dissatisfied with my goings-on lately. definitely want to return to the world of the busy and "living." plus i am a nerd thru and thru.

anyways, i tried to audit some pathology course offered for medical technicians and the professor wouldn't even let me sit in. stingy old lady. i just want to keep my brain awake! apparently, this is the case for a lot of courses at foothill--you need muchos prereqs or need to apply to some health training program. SO, i took my business over to de anza. but not before taking a quickie tour of stanford med school and having lunch with seb at the rodin garden.

the stanford admissions lady was super nice and that reminds me, i should probably email her and thank her. everybody at stanford is so smiley and there are so many beautiful people. tall and yuppy looking. not stereotyping, just an observation. i chilled at stanford shopping center in one of those little enclaves with the trees, treated myself to some dark chocolate godiva truffle (oh yum :9) and continued my reading of the zahir. i really enjoyed that, especially with today's weather.

the zahir--not the most beautiful prose, but he captures ideas and life lessons so well. i kept stopping to take down quotes every few pages. paulo coehlo lives life like a dream. i've lost my desires to live in such an ideal-driven world, but it's always great decadent food for the soul when yu need it (like godiva truffles...).

i stopped by the little corner market at the center (oakville? grocers) to pick up lunch for me and seb. brought back memories of when i was a wee lil girl (6 or 7) and my dad used to take my sister and i out on mini exploration trips. i came to know the streets of the south bay so well. anyways, we once bought custom sandwiches at that grocers and they were the best sandwiches i had ever had up to that point in my life. after that, we had copycat homemade sandwiches non-stop for like a month. i think my luv of sandwiches began then. haha. such lil things can impact you forever.

after a pleasant chat over sandwiches, seb and i pondered the artistic genius of rodin and his "gates to hell." made a raincheck for the cantor museum which we had planned to visit, but couldn't cuz we got too caught up in our talk. made plans to watch "goodbye, lenin" and have a potluck. i luv having a stable art appreciation buddy :). lynn, i dun need your saggy ass anymore. ehehe. jk. what would i ever do w/o yur ghetto yuppy pimp daddyness.

newayz, then off to de anza ~ crazy flashbacks. gud and bad. like the summer i met trev and alfie in some summer class and we kept getting called on by the teacher cuz SOMEbody kept cracking jokes. (good). scary white guy stalker from de anza. (bad). sitting in front of the library and enjoying beautiful norcal weather. (good). scary white guy stalker from de anza. (bad). ehehe. it's kinda funny now that i think about it. but man was it creepy back then. kudos for overcoming fears and getting over the past.

on the way home, i bought a whole frozen turkey. :D heeee. i'm gonna thaw that sucker and cook enough sandwich meat for my sister to eat for a YEAR. ehehe. jk. a month mebbe. i'm such a spendthrift. but she goes thru those lil sandwich meat packs SO fast.

then a lil excursion to the lake once i got home. i luv going out there. it's so serene. (i should plan a picnic. oooh, i think i'll do that.)
when the sun is sparkling along the surface of the lake and a soft breeze is blowing, i feel so... free. i think i was a cloud in my past life.

shower, sleep and a new day tomorrow. plus lynn and yoonie unnie's visit to look forward to. and whatever other simple pleasures lie ahead. it's all about the journey, and i hope mine is the most pleasant, conflict-absent, drama-devoid, beauty-filled, kindness-inciting, peaceful, moving experience i can make it.