A Paulo Coelho fan here :p Below are fave lines from some of his books.

Yesterday, I finally finished another book by him entitled Brida, a tale of a young Irish girl and her quest for her soul mate and other life’s mystery.

This one below is a new year’s gift from the boyfriend, now hubby – oh, wait…he gave this book to me few years back, when we we’re just friends pa lang pala (he saw it from the bulletin board company’s xmas party wishlist, kahit hindi siya ang monito ko)

He hesitated at first to buy it for me because of the morbid title. :p

Below, Eleven Minutes is my fave.

I love the titles ( The Alchemist, By the river Piedra I Sat down and Wept, Brida, Eleven Minutes, Veronica Decides to Die, )

I tried using it one sentence. Here’s the result:

By the river Piedra, I sat down and wept for eleven minutes because Brida's friend, Veronica decides to die, the Alchemist said.

Creepy. Free to make your own version :p

There are some odd times I google your name, usually during early early mornings, and I make a silent secret request that a single correct hit would come up and hyperlink me a little electronic story about you, one that I haven’t heard before and one that would make missing you a bit more reasonable; something that I can explain by myself; why I pushed the back button again in my mind, instead of just a repetitive F5. Just a little something to make me get over this pining away, until the next time your memories come phishing my current memory banks; that I flicker to safe mode in order not to crash again. Then I make the request again and get the usual 404 code and I try all the search engines for just a ghost of a whisper of your name, any electronic trace of you with a recent timestamp, anything, anything but the residual images and data crashes of years ago.

The 404 codes defragments me just by reading it, because the lines make you hope when you’d rather not, when you’d rather want a dead link and not continue believing the line that it is just “temporary unavailable”. Then a 410 loads up sometimes and I depress the power button for the longest time until everything blanks out and the LEDs turn from green to orange then fade out entirely, and I start to envy the instant purging of its memory banks. To turn myself off without saving, just blank out, out of the grid.

But eventually I turn it on and myself; and I am again looking at my static user interface, knowing that if I go deeper in the interface, all user rights and all the defaults are in your name, even if I am the administrator. And I go to google your name again, ready for the results and the letdown.

Then suddenly a 302, you, streaming and live.

(by: Bonks / schoolmate and a former officemate)

(The most romantic and cool electronic love letter I’ve ever read) [but it's kinda sad and unrequited, tama ba bonks? haha]

101 to some, a refresher.

Motif is single F. Not double F, not motiff.
Fiance is the guy / groom-to-be, single E. Fiancee is the girl / bride-to-be, double E.

And as for me – grrr, I need to enhance my proofreading skills. We’re done printing the final 100+pcs of the wedding invites detail page with a typo (symbols written as sumbols) Argh. Sabi ni Patrick, sabihin mo na lang Latin word yan.