~ °Café de Terrasse° ~
The thoughts of an odd duck who sits alone in a night cafe, with a stylo in his right, a journal in his left, a valise under his chaise, a tasse on the table, and plenty of time to pass.
~ samedi, août 30, 2003 ~
It seems that I will be leaving for college a few days earlier than planned. I'm going up north to visit a few relatives... family folk I can freeload off of while I'm at Davis... well, not really freeload but there'll be places where I can go for homecooked meals once in a while. Mmm... sinigang... sarap talaga!~ mercredi, août 27, 2003 ~
Hmmm... The Roman Catholic Church believed that beeswax was pure because it was produced by virgins (worker bees do not mate). To this day, The Church still requires that their candles contain a certain amount of beeswax.
I feel like going to church right now. I've been listening to online Catholic radio stations all weekend... I really don't know why. It's all been very enlightening. When i go to UCDavis, I need to figure out where to attend Mass.
Speaking of college... goodness, I still haven't called my roommates! I think I'll call them within the next week, unless of course, they call me first. hehe, yeah.
My mother, Auntie Agnes, and my siblings had a picnic by ma tante's home. It was nice... hmmmmmmm ... [12 mins later] ... You'd think I have more to say on that subject but I don't. That's it. I had a picnic. Period. On to the next subject... hehe
Oooh! I discovered a wonderful new antique shoppe in Old Town Monrovia yesternight!!! They have items from churches in the olden centuries- numerous artworks and crucifixes from old Spanish and Italian Churches. They also had statuettes and chalices and items of that nature. Very, very interesting.
~Benjamin 8/30/2003 02:46:00 PM
On the day of this blog's anniversary, the counter of visitors has reached exactly 7000!!!
~Benjamin 8/27/2003 10:20:00 AM
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!! On mardi, août 27, 2002, a café was born. That café was the °Café des Pensées°. Over the years, its proprietor and patriarch's desire for change and his search for the "parfait" name led to the creation of the Café des Voyageurs and finally, as it is known, the Café de Terrace. Different names. Same café.~ lundi, août 25, 2003 ~
Indeed, it has been an exact year since my first post. I can remember that one Tuesday afternoon back in the Summer of '02. Back then, the typical high school drahmah was at its peak. Almost everybody was involved in some scandal or controversy, even I. Then my good friend Justin figured a way to vent his frustrations and reveal an emotion or two. Who knew then that blogging would not only come to be a pleasure but a passion... not just a subject of amusement but an object of addiction... Yes, countless hours of my life have been spent blogging... it has become indeed a part of my living and a piece of my life. In this café and because of it, I've lost friends and gained others. I was brought closer to people like Crystal and kat why. I've met interesting visitors like Cristina. I've blogged subjects ranging from high school crushes to nature appreciation to the out-with-friends experience to stupid high school worries to self-blame to body holes to what-to-do about annoying friends to adventure to the college experience... well, sortof.
(The posts above aren't my best- I just randomly explored my archives.)
So to celebrate the anniversaire de Café de Terrace, I'm offering e-cups of cappuccinos to all visitors on the house!... c(~).
Here's to 1 year and hopefully, another.
CAFE DE TERRACE 2002-2003: Celebrating 1.00 Years of odd duck history.
~Benjamin 8/27/2003 02:46:00 AM
I was at the dentist's office a few days ago, reading as I waited to get my pearly 'off-whites' cleaned. You know, Womans Day magazine isn't such a bad idea. Sure, why not? It's filled with interesting articles and delightful recipes. I came home and chefed a breaded pan-baked poulet with thyme and rosemary lemon seasoning and grilled onions. I'm trying to make Spanish rice... but not just any simple Spanish rice, I'm looking for the Duarte Unified School District's recipe. In all my years in Duarte public schools, I've acquired a taste for select cafeteria creations including their Spanish rice and Duarte-style turkey w/ gravy. I could sure go for a carton of Arbor farms chocolate milk right about now.
Next week, a tired, middle-aged specialist is going to drug me; knock me down and out on cold steel; pry open my jaws, brace them apart; stick in a 1.2-pound set of pliers in my mouth and extract all my wisdom teeth, thus resulting in an insignificant yet nerval-conscious loss of blood and the exposition of small nerves to be dealt with by a stainless steal hemostat and various other instruments made in a large sandy factory in Sialkot, Pakistan. This is all true. I won't be able to eat normally for weeks. Joy!
I may or may not take my behind-the-wheel driving exam this Friday and I still don't know half the skills necessary to pass. Sheesh, my appointment is at 7:21am. Fun stuff!
How in sam hill did this post turn so sarcastic? And when did it get so corny? Bah well, haha. I'm such a cob.
~Benjamin 8/25/2003 02:58:00 PM
