Loveliness Found: From Leiv's Facebook wall

I miss home. Where the old woman comes to chase me away from the sea to tell me it's time for lunch. Where playing tag with monstrous waves as the tide rises in the early evening is as common as orange-riddled sunsets. Where everyone knows everyone but not well enough to take the other for granted. Where there's a palatable concoction of the strange and the familiar.

Possible Facebook status posts for today:

is wondering who the next president will be. Would be extremely sad if this country bursts into orange once the counting ends. Yellow is a much friendlier shade.

is musing. So, what are you, really?

feels confined by this world's fences. It's a good thing there are other planes one can escape to. Thank heavens for words.

wants to know when the sun will stop its stinging ways.

is frustrated by all the circumlocution going on in the book she's reading. Or maybe she's just not in the frame of mind to focus.

is questioning her present state. Is she here, or elsewhere?

has gone from hot coffee to iced and realizes that this has been the wisest decision she has made in a long, long while.

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And just when I think I'm already tinkering with too many apps on Facebook,

along comes...


COUNTRY STORY!

It's so cute!
=)

Status Updates

Have gotten in touch with High School best friends over at Face Book.

Very recently, someone's status update about putting one's foot down and being an alpha male (we are all female) and another's video link of Paul McCartney's "Singalong Junk" sparked up (online) conversations about girl power and dressing up in a black suit-and-daggers ensemble for when those "kickin' ass" moments come up, and wanting to be thirteen or sixteen again and going to the places one used to frequent when one was young, doing the things one used to do a lot when one was yet unwary of how beset with worries adulthood could be.

Are these signs that one is growing old?

Or maybe it's just the rain. Was scorching hot early in the week, and now, these downpours.

Or is it because Mercury has turned direct?

Let me make a mental note to type that on my Facebook status update space.

On second thought, I think I've already done that.

Cuckoo Over Farm Town

I have, officially, become a Face Book Farm Town addict. I never would have guessed, as I've never been a gamer my entire life. This age of virtual gaming was unheard of when I was a kid. Back then, my brother and I played real--though this term would vary in meaning, depending on which generation you belong to--games under the sun, with other kids our age, or close to our age. Even with the advent of the family computer, the PSP, the DS, and other what-have-yous, I have managed to steer clear of the gaming bug.

Until now. Or, last Monday, to be exact.

Now, I am on level 11 of Farm Town, which makes me a farmer, teehee. Make that "Tamsen The Farmer"--yes, I do get to name myself "Tamsen," which happens to be my second favorite name (next to my name, of course). I plow the fields on my green grass-bordered, apple-tree-and-orange-tree-and-lemon-tree-lined farm, go to the store to buy various seeds, plant them on the plowed grounds and voila, after some time, I get to harvest grapes, strawberries, tomatoes, potatoes, lemons, apples, and oranges. I am still waiting--very impatiently, if I may add--for the coffee, wheat, sunflowers, and rice to be ready for harvest. A bountiful reaping would mean lots of coins to be had after a trip to the market to sell the crops. Then it's back to square one, only this time, you have more moolah, more sophisticated, expensive seeds sown and a promise of an even more bountiful harvest which translates, of course, to an even richer, ever growing coffer.

Ah, such a sweet life it is. My Lola would have been proud of me. Mama, this one's for you.



Alors, gotta visit my farm, folks. Hope we can be neighbors, soon. Click here to read on how Farm Town has overtaken Pet Society on Face Book. =)

A great weekend to y'all!

P.S. My daughter is envious and itching to try it. I promised her we would farm tomorrow. =)

That Top 5 Thingie c/o Facebook

On FB, today, I tinkered, once more, with the "Top 5 Things" thingie (love this application!) and, so far, here are two of the lists I came up with...

Top 5 Thigs I Hate To Love That Everyone Else Seems to Like:
1. The Da Vinci Code
2. Paulo Coelho books
3. "Twilight" (movie)
4. the beach
5. Cosmopolitan mag
(note on the list: might offend a lot of peeps here, but hey, to each his own, right? Peace, y'all!)

My Top 5 Dream Jobs:
1. Opera singer
2. writer
3. Broadway actress
4. Museum curator
5. dancer
(note on the list: basta art at pagiging maarte, go ako jan! And look where I am working... in a bank! Ah, the ironies of life and living.)

It's the weekend, my dears! What have ya got cookin'?
=)