Janine of Cigarette Girl is giving away books. BOOKS! YUMMY. YUMMY. B-O-O-K-S.
I honestly want to read more than just one title from the list she has, such as Tuesdays with Morrie, Fairy Tales Mother Never Told You, Life of Pi, A Stone Gone Mad, Red Dragon and Heavy Water. But several of her blog readers has taken claim on some of those titles and considering my options, I instead want to stake claim on The Birth of Venus. Aside from the title reminding me of a beautiful renaissance Botticelli, stories of strong women mixed in with love and power charms me.
It’s the eve of new year and although I should be up and about cleaning and preparing for kitchen duty, I just had stop and give my blog some much needed and long overdue loving.
This year has painted with a very colorful palette in my life’s canvas. So much so that I do not want to recall every little detail of it. But to draw the year to a close, I share to you how I will remember 2008 by.
As I was looking at the stats of my Flickr, I noticed that the most viewed photo I have on my collections was the photo of my friend’s tattoo on his thigh, the Illuminati diamond.
Personally, I’m not a big fan of the two tone thing. But the tattoo looked quite good IMO (still would have been better if it was on the chest! Like the branding in the book! Meep!). The views are coming from the search engines, although I don’t know what keywords are attracting the viewers and I don’t get why. 800+ all time views? WTF?
I’ve only admired you from afar. For so long I have kept the feelings deep within the recesses of my heart, and at the back of my mind. I know I can only admire you like I would a star. And I admire you for your eloquence, your intelligence, your humor, your wit. And I admire you for how you make me smile, how you seduce me, and how you make me laugh at myself after because you tell me it’s a joke. I admire you for how high you’ve achieved and how far up I believe you’d still go.
Yesterday marked my 24th year on Earth. I only spent the eve of my birthday drinking with one of my closest college friends, reminiscing about well… college and envisioning the years ahead. Spent my birthday with my family, and childhood friends. No well-planned (no plans at all) party, no grotesquely drunk joiz painted across the floor of some ladies room (no photos to prove it anyway), no flamboyant burning of cash. It was an ok birthday… Maybe it was a bit bitin but beggars can’t choose. I just didn’t want to plan anything at all (and end up disappointed that the plan just didn’t push through, like last year).