Can't Get Enough of "Everyday Italian"

7 days a week sometime during the day, I can catch an episode of my favorite cooking show "Everyday Italian" with Giada De Laurentiis on the Food Network. I always have to be eating something while I watch her show because my mouth just waters watching her make her simple, do-able but tasty dishes, and the finished product always looks so scrumptuous, I want to poke my fork through the TV screen to have a taste too. And I can just imagine what it must smell like in her kitchen!

She teaches me not only cooking styles of the different regions of Italy, but she also gives me a little history behind the dishes, ingredients and the way they are melded together in these wonderful recipes passed down through generations and sometimes presented with an added American-Italian twist. There was even a special hour-long episode where she took you along on her own Italian vacation to Venice, Parma and Rome, Italy - makes me want to hop on a plane and see my GG right now! Buongiorno!

History of a Player

I've been going to my pedicurist Jenny for some years now, and she has primped and painted my toes to perfection everytime according to colors of each season, changes in life, and particularly all of the changes of men in the life of Maile. When I sit down in her salon chair, the first questions she has for me are "How are you?" and "Who is it now?" all in one breath no pause. Ha! Hee hee.

Besides her main job in South San Francisco near where she lives, she has a side pedicurist job in Union Square to which she rides the BART everyday to. Even though she's married and is clearly marked with her ring on her ring finger, she sits on the BART going to and from San Francisco pretending to be Maile to see if she can strike up a conversation with some guy, exchange numbers and have a date for that Friday night - that's how she envisions my single happening life. Even though I see her an average of every two months for a new pedicure, she is amazed at how my life switches and changes up every time I see her. She is so disappointed everytime she gets off the BART and hadn't met anyone "like Maile would do" and thinks, "Maile must be good" (didn't ask her what she meant by that, just let that one be). Jenny even told her husband about her little experiment to "be like Maile", and he just laughs and then wonders what she might be missing from her life (in reality she wouldn't do anything to jeopardize her marriage). I playfully tell her, "Lose the ring!"

I told her about my GG and asked her if she could believe that? - I go on vacation to Costa Rica and meet the possible love of my life, a sweet Italian man living in Costa Rica next door to the hotel where I was, totally random, totally unexpected. She said she wouldn't believe it of anyone else but me. Hee hee, friends have told me that too. She thinks I'm a gentlemans' woman (ladies' man in reverse, you get it? - c'mon!). She wants me to stick it out with GG (notice I like GG better now rather than just G for Giuliano) and get married because I've "had enough fun" (she's just jealous - ha!). I'll leave that up to fate, the gods, who or whatever is out there that holds the power over these things. My love, GG, I will hold on.

Travel Quotes - Last Part for now

13. I have been a stranger in a strange land. - Moses, Exodus 2:22

14. If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored, one's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things. - Henry Miller

"March of the Penguins"

I was done at my local site near the Fillmore on this Friday afternoon, so I decided to browse through the shops and catch an afternoon matinee of "March of the Penguins" since I heard so many positive reviews of this independent film.

What a cute and charming film about what penguins endure just to sustain and breed in the harsh cold temperatures of -50 degrees of the Arctic. Waddling so cutely like a line of old little men and women, sometimes sliding along on their stomachs on the ice, for 70 miles back and forth across the arctic to a place where the ice is hard enough to breed and bring their surviving babies into life - love, loss, life.

And the baby penguins, oh the baby penguins - what's not to love! Such cute little powder puff butter balls with little black eyes against a white framed face by pure black fur. Awwwww...so cute, so cute. Struggling from fragile eggs so arduously protected against the killing ice cold, bumping and bopping against each other learning to waddle along on their own on the ice like so many generations before them. So cute, so recommended, so there.

Coffee on the House

Walking around San Francisco today, I stumbled on a Starbucks coffee card on the street. No one was around to claim it, so I popped into a Starbucks curious to see how much money was on it = $6.85! That's enough for a couple iced mochas with whipped cream, my favorite! So I had one on the house today. :)

Hooked on Blogthings.com

Fun quizzes galore! My IQ is 105, I'm a math genius!, I'm 30% weird, I want love but I don't need it, I act 26, I'm a part passionate part professional kisser - my kisses are unforgettable and get me in trouble all the time - ha!

And according to Blogthings.com, my summer anthem is "Don't Cha" by The Pussycat Dolls

"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?"

My summer forecast: freaky and full of drama!

Gosh, I don't even know this song! Ha! ;) Ok, I gotta go to bed already! ;P

3rd Postcard from My G

I received a 3rd postcard today (so nice to receive these beautiful pieces of mail instead of just bills) from my Giuliano depicting an orange beautiful sunset over the Paradise Gulf of Camogli - ahhh! He says it is truly tranquil and romantica, and yes, it does look that way. Just imagining looking out from a terrace at this beautiful sunset over the calm gulf waters takes me away for a second. I could just see myself leaning against the veranda with G standing behind me with his arms wrapped around me resting his chin on my shoulder enjoying this view of calming deep orange together. In a long distance relationship, imagination can hold you through.

After spending the afternoon with my good friend Jack, getting my mail with Giuliano's postcard waiting on top, coming home to a fire-drill practice after-party in my building - ha! - complete with snacks and organic red wine, made a new friend with one of my neighbors, listened to a small band playing Brasilian bossa nova that was authentic and lovely even though they came from the East Bay - this day was perfecto!

Italy! Italy!

An email from G says that he has sent me many many postcards from different regions of Italy as he travels through his home country so that he could share the beauty of Italy with me and show me where he wants to take me one day. How sweet and thoughtful of my G! I posted one of the postcards on my outside front door so that all of my neighbors could enjoy it - soon I will have a fine collection of Italian postcards, a mini museum, for everyone to see!

Giuliano's Italian roots and culture are the first to really move me and speak to me out of the men I've dated who introduced me to their cultural background. Being of 4th generation Japanese descent, my culture is not one but of many - Japanese, Hawaiian, Latin, South American, Italian, French, Californian - multi-culturalism is all I know. But the Italian culture stands out to me as it is so rich in history from Mussolini to the mafia; style that is classy and bold apparent in their clothing and architecture; artistry in pottery, paintings and song; food that is so pleasing to my palate that I could eat it everyday, especially G's cooking!; people, including my love, who are so sensual, passionate, disarmingly expressive, family-oriented, and open-armed.

With every book I read about Italy and Italian culture, with each episode of cookshow "Everyday Italian" that I catch, with every beautiful postcard Giuliano sends me, I understand another piece of him and love him more for who and what he is. Ciao, my sweet.

2nd Postcard from My Love

Hee hee, I received another postcard from G, short for Giuliano - that's what I call him only he doesn't know that yet. This time this postcard is from Camogli, Italy with 4 mini shots of different parts of the city along the Ligurian coastline - beautiful architecture, historical ruins and modern homes along the water. He is busy learning the basics in English for me. I LOVE YOU...Kiss Kiss! :) G

More text messages to my cell phone, reply back across the Atlantic between Northern Italy and San Francisco. Waiting for the day that he'll be here...

In love I trust I put my faith
To make me happy to keep me safe
In you I see the brightest star
That burns inside me and breaks my heart
And when I cry the deepest hurting
Cleans my soul relieves my burden
In you I find a way to lose myself
Thrill me baby I need nothing else

Kiss Kiss :) M

Card & Letter from My Sis

I also received a card and letter today from my Sis, Tammy, all the way from Honolulu, Hawaii. The card says, "Sometimes when I feel like nobody understands me, it helps to think of you!...Nobody understands you either!" Ha!! Hee hee. Yes, it's true. Ha! And of course, it's a Hallmark - nothing but the best from my Sis. And she enclosed a letter reminiscent of our letters from our younger years (we sound so old, yeah?) before emails, blogs and websites, we used to write each other by hand every month writing in pink pen, changing pens in a rainbow of colors to make our letters look more interesting - yes, I remember, Tammy! The good ol' days before all of today's technology! Thank you, my Sis, for helping me jazz up my MySpace page and for bringing me back to the simpler days of our childhood with your letter. :)

A Postcard from Italy

Awww...my baby sent me a postcard all the way from Casa Delle Cartoline in San Remo - beautiful hillside along the Italian coastline, buildings accented with strings of lights situated above water where white boats are docked for the evening - to be there with him right now would be wonderful! I could tell he put time and thought in what he wrote me in half English, half Spanish opening with "I LOVE YOU!!" and always closed with his "Kiss Kiss" - cute cute. And signed like that of a true artist. He recently told me that he is a painter of landscapes and of the nude female body - I had a feeling he had a deeper appreciation for the female form! And he has a landscape mural in Milan - oh would I love to see that someday! The charming secrets of my love unfold. Bellisimo!

Don't Worry

I am trouble, I know, but don't worry. I like to drive fast, careen down hills in my Impala, party hard with friends, here, in Vegas, don't worry. I have wild times that friends live through vicariously, that make their heads spin, don't worry. I live life adventurously, always on the edge, always learning the hard way, don't worry. I meet and greet and charm without harm, don't worry. I spend frivolously, put travel and life experiences first, often leap before I think. Don't worry ~ if killer instinct and a love for life has gotten me this far, then I must be doing ok.
No regrets - Ever!

Change and Procrastination

Procrastinating to get to work at a local site after a great, fun weekend spent in search of a swimming pool, stretching my boundaries of the City a little more, dropping in on the San Francisco Theater Festival and spending the afternoon and early evening with my mom's cousin's family at the San Francisco Obon Festival, dancing, eating and chatting it up - it all fills me so!

Now I am in need of a change on the surface level, something to spice things up - perhaps I'll start with a bright-colored pedicure this weekend, thoughts of some highlights to heighten the color of my boring dark hair. Hmmm...time to change it up for this earth-toned, down-to-earth chick of khakis, comfort and the subdued.

Sonic Vision in the East Bay

Destination Dome: Hear the Stars on Skyline, mind-blowing visuals with music mixed by Moby at the Oakland Chabot Space and Science Center - that is where Robert and I spent our evening last night. A true treat to the visually artistic eye, like hitting the iTunes fullscreen visual effects button but planetarium-style accompanied with music by the likes of Coldplay "Clocks", U2, The Flaming Lips and David Bowie. Looking up at the domed-ceiling "sky" of light tunnels and trips through psychedellic colors splashed in geometric and ever-changing patterns surrounded by a digital sound experience. Very cool.

Sonnet V

Dreamt I to-day the dream of yesternight,
Sleep ever feigning one evolving theme,--
Of my two lives which should I call the dream?
Which action vanity? which vision sight?
Some greater waking must pronounce aright,
If aught abideth of the things that seem,
And with both currents swell the flooded stream
Into an ocean infinite of light.
Even such a dream I dream, and know full well
My waking passeth like a midnight spell,
But know not if my dreaming breaketh through
Into the deeps of heaven and of hell.
I know but this of all I would I knew:
Truth is a dream, unless my dream is true.

- George Santayana (1863-1952)

~ I don't know about you, but my interpretation of this poem in Old English is that dreams can be true to life if you want them to. There's a fine line between what you imagine your life to be with all its bright colors and emitting lights and what you make into reality. You can't control everything, of course, but you can nudge it, shape it, encourage it to be what you want it to be. Make it real, keep it real.

$20 and a New Farmers' Market

To take a break from the mumble jumble of work, I trotted down to the San Francisco Crocker Galleria in the Financial District, to check out the new Thursday farmers' market - and wow! The usually quiet Galleria was bustling with people excited about this new avenue to fresh fruit, vegetables, fish, bread, cheese and pastries - awesome! And what a great place to have it under the natural bright light of green-tinted glass roof of the airy indoor block-length mall. I spent my $20 joyously on rasberries, strawberries, sharp cheddar cheese, a chocolate pastry for breakfast tomorrow, lettuce, cilantro, eggplant - lovely, just lovely. To health and to supporting our local farmers! This will be my ritual break each Thursday when work permits.

Travel Quotes - Part 4

10. It is better to travel hopefully than arrive. - Robert Louis Stevenson

11. My favorite thing is to go where I've never been. - Diane Arbus

12. Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness. - Mark Twain ~ Hallelujah for travel!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Giggly School Girl

Giuliano called my cell phone from Milan, Italy - I didn't even know my cell phone had the capability to receive international phone calls. Well, now I do! Ooo, I wonder what the charges will look like - ooo, oh well, anyway, anyway. ;) He called to talk to me, to hear my voice, to say sweet nothings to me that made me blush and giggle like a school girl - hee hee. He said I am "good for his heart" and that he can't wait to talk to me in person so he can see my eyes and face as we converse. And he said some other personal things that probably shouldn't be shared in a blog. Tsk, tsk, see there I go again. He must think I'm just a silly little giggling Japanese-American girl. Bueno, hee hee.

As I Lay Me Down - by Sophie B. Hawkins

"It felt like spring time on this February morning
In the courtyard birds were singing your praise
I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright
I carried them with me today
Now

As I lay me down to sleep
This I pray
That you will hold me dear
Though I'm far away
I'll whisper your name
Into the sky
And I will wake up happy..." :)

Clear Your Thoughts

When do you do your best thinking? Mine are:

1. First thing in the morning after a good night's rest
2. In the shower washing my hair
3. On the treadmill walking briskly arms swinging

Happy Festive Family Accident

After a busy day of singing lessons, errands and having my keyboard tray installed, I decided to head down to Mountain View again for that Japanese Obon Festival that I was too early for yesterday. These Japanese summer festivals, which are traditionally homages to death, light and celebratory of the spirit that has now left us, are held every weekend from late June to mid-August at a different location sprinkled all over the Bay Area at a different Buddhist church - last weekend it was San Jose, this weekend it was Mountain View, next weekend is in San Francisco - but I know this one in particular in Mountain View is a good one, not to be missed. So I hopped in my Impala and made my way down the 101 again. I arrived and quickly chowed down on some cold yummy noodles served by those cute older Japanese ladies so polite and quiet who remind me of my Grandma O.

Lo and behold, I ran into my mom's cousins who live in the area and who as I later learned make it a point every year to come to this particular obon. It was just before the traditional evening dance of the obon where little girls and women wear traditional kimonos, others wear colorful hapi coats to signify a certain Buddhist church affiliation. So my mom's cousins, my "aunties", gave me a hapi coat to wear and I joined in the dance using varying props like flower branches, fans, cloth towels and wooden "kachi kachi" hand clackers. I didn't know the steps but there were traditional Japanese dancers onstage to help lead the three large dancing circles. Fun! - what a happy accident to run into family members and join in the festivities! They'll join me next weekend for the obon fest here in San Francisco!

A Day in the Life of Maile

1. Rolled out of bed
2. Stumbled down to Union Square to stand in line at the theatre 1/2-price ticket booth
3. Got two awesome tickets to a play tonight called "Hush Up, Sweet Charlotte" for me and Connie. My old neighbor from Oakland Sandy is in this play.
4. Hopped in my car down the 101 in search of a Japanese Obon Festival 45 minutes south in Mountain View
5. Got lost
6. Stopped a man who was wearing a faded Costa Rica "Pura Vida" tee shirt for directions. I was wearing my blue Costa Rica tank top - ey! :)
7. Got lost
8. Was starving so I stopped at Taco Bell for a Mexican pizza, which I have been craving ever since my friend Craig and I had a discussion about fast food and Taco Bell.
9. Found the festival at 1PM, only it didn't start til 4PM
10. Called my friend Winnie who lives in the area to see if she was home
11. She wasn't home
12. Hopped in my car again heading back up north on the 101 towards San Francisco
13. Exited at University Avenue near Stanford University to kill time
14. Didn't see any shops worth stopping for, didn't see any parking either
15. Drove over to the 280 highway back up to San Francisco
16. Found a new route home
17. Exited to see if the ESPRIT outlet was still there
18. It wasn't
19. Passed by the beautiful San Francisco Giants PacBell Park baseball stadium
20. Also passed by a recent good memory - hee hee
21. Drove by the Embarcadero waterfront
22. Saw the Bay Bridge from underneath
23. Came home - ahhh!
24. Stopped by the drycleaners across the street from home
25. Sunbathed on my building rooftop for a bit
26. Got ready
27. Went to dinner with Connie at an Italian restaurant down the street that I've been wanting to try. Lobster ravioli - yum!
28. Went to the play with Connie, we totally enjoyed ourselves!
29. Greeted my old neighbor Sandy backstage
30. Talked with Connie about the latest happenings over wine
31. Shower
32. Bed - goodnight! Sigh! :)

Travel Quotes - Part 3

7. A journey is like marriage, the certain way to be wrong is to think you can control it. - John Steinbeck

8. I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them. - Mark Twain
~ Ain't that the truth!

9. All of life is a foreign country. - Jack Kerouac

Bad Girl Gone Good

Historically, looking like the girl next door really bad behind closed doors gone good for him. I have played in all kinds of fields, explored in California up and down the coast up and across the nation across nationality lines, internationally, sloooowing down, met the one, met one who could make me good, bad for only him. Bad girl gone good, bad - for only him.

You Are the Sunshine of My Life - by Stevie Wonder

You are the sunshine of my life
That's why I'll always be around,
You are the apple of my eye,
Forever you'll stay in my heart

I feel like this is the beginning,
Though I've loved you for a million years,
And if I thought our love was ending,
I'd find myself drowning in my own tears

You are the sunshine of my life,
That's why I'll always stay around,
You are the apple of my eye,
Forever you'll stay in my heart

You must have known that I was lonely,
Because you came to my rescue,
And I know that this must be heaven,
How could so much love be inside of you?

You are the sunshine of my life, yeah,
That's why I'll always stay around,
You are the apple of my eye,
Forever you'll stay in my heart

[Background] Love has joined us,
Love has joined us,
Let's think sweet love

~ I haven't known you yet barely three months, Giuliano, but you have really touched my life in a way that no one has, in a way that I never thought was possible. Your want of love that holds respect, sincerity and faith in each other gives me renewed sense of the word, a trust in you that is completely unquestioned, all of these things I want to give back to you with everything I've got. I will, I am ~ now.

Still Feeling the Effects

Ooo, what a weekend in Vegas, and it didn't end until this Monday morning. On my return to my place, I turned on the rest of "Swingers" which was quite fitting as "Mike and Trent" were driving away from the City of Lights at the point where I picked it up again since last Friday. I arrived at Vegas without a hitch and Roman picked me up. We had Chinese and I caught Roman, my good friend from UC Santa Barbara former resident of the Bay Area now a Las Vegas local, up on all the latest sufficiently twirling his head around in the spin of the life of Maile - hee hee.

Roman got me and some of his family members free tickets to see the Vegas institution Wayne Newton - fairly cheesey, but admittedly the man has charm, not enough to make me throw my cotton Gap panties up on stage but close enough. Ha! The next day, we shopped to our hearts' content at summer-end sales and toured the new addition to the Las Vegas strip, the lovely Wynn Hotel. Beautiful vibrant colors all around with much to see and enjoy, and of course, we had to indulge ourselves at the Wynn Buffet - yum! - shrimp cocktail, salmon, sirloin, fresh smoothies and creme brulee. Saw the "Fantastic 4", went out, danced onstage and had one too many dirty martinis (4!) - oooo bad. Hence, the extra night spent at Roman's recovering and trying not to hurl, hence the late return this morning instead of yesterday evening. Oooo, but, that meant more quality time with Roman, a scrumptuous dinner at The Timbers (bbq chicken and awesome cheese bread) and a cruise in the evening Vegas heat. That's Vegas, baby!

Vegas Baby, Vegas!

I am off to the City of Lights this weekend to spend time with my good friend Roman. Just to honor the occasion, I threw on "Swingers" - ha! Look how skinny Vince Vaughn was - ooo, he looked good! ;) Double down, baby, always double down.

Travel Quotes - Part 2

4. Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

5. The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land. - G.K. Chesterton

6. Even the elephant carries but a small trunk on his journeys. The perfection of traveling is to travel without baggage. - Henry David Thoureau

Happy Birthday to My Giuliano and Me! :)

My baby called me this morning all the way from Italy to sing me "Happy Birthday" - it's his birthday too so we sang together! Even in his broken English, it was so nice to hear his voice, he makes me laugh so much ~ his charm and sweetness comes right through loud and clear, my baby, my love, his "sugar baby" as he calls me. We had a nice conversation - although we struggle a little, it's worth the fight. I can't wait for him to come here to San Francisco already! Hurry, mi amor, hurry!

It's a beautiful, sunny, gorgeous day here in San Francisco! The warmest day of the week - perfect!

Happy Birthday to us both! :)

Patriotism Off the Roof

After having such a good time at the Fillmore Jazz Festival, watching "War of the Worlds", having dinner with my cousin and his family at Fisherman's Wharf and going to Alcatraz with them today, it was truly nice to spend the 4th of July evening at home with the heater and TV on, beer in hand. I thought I could see some fireworks outside my window, but all I heard was the boom boom boom somewhere near but out of eyesight. So I threw a blanket over my nightgown and headed up to the roof to find a half dozen of my neighbors enjoying the fireworks from the Wharf. It was nice to share a few minutes of camaraderie and patriotism with my fellow neighbors whom I see for seconds here and there on the elevator or in the laundry room. We enjoyed the sprinkling sparkling array of lights and ooo awww ooo'ed all bundled up together. A great cap to a wonderful long weekend! God Bless America!

July 4th

Gradual bud and bloom and seedball speeded up
are these mute explosions in slow motion.
From vertical shoots above the sea, the fire
flowers open, shedding their petals.
Black waves, turned more than moonwhite, pink
ice, lightning blue, echo our gasps of admiration
as they crash and hush. Another bush ablaze
snicks straight up. A gap like heartstop between
the last vanished particle and the thuggish boom.
And the thuggish boom repeats in stutters
from sandhill hollows in the shore. We want
more. A twirling sun, or dismembered chrysanthemum
bulleted up, leisurely bursts, in an instant
timestreak is suckswooped back to its core.
And we want more: we want red giant, white dwarf,
black hole, extinct, orgasmic, all in one!

- May Swenson (1919-1989)

~ Yes, I'm up already getting ready to meet my cousin, his wife and two girls Jada and Hannah who drove up from Southern California yesterday. We are going to see the Alcatraz this morning - my first time! Happy 4th!

Must've Been a Dream

My Giuliano called this morning at 5AM what with the time zones between San Francisco and Milan, Italy with an important message that his travel agent will be calling me tomorrow regarding his flight to San Francisco. Ok, mi amor, through my haze of sleep. Then, he broke into his Italian words of sweet love that he has thought of me everyday since I left Costa Rica. Soon is not soon enough, I miss you my love. Hurry to San Francisco. :)

Travel Quotes - Part 1

1. The journey is the reward. - Taoist saying
2. We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend. - Robert Louis Stevenson
3. The worst thing about being a tourist is having other tourists recognize you as a tourist. - Russell Baker

Broken Language into Smiles

Giuliano attempted to call me last weekend, but I wasn't home. I was out shopping for cooking pots for when he comes here so we can make lovely Italian dishes together. Anyway, anyway, the thought of us talking over the telephone made me kind of nervous thinking back to our style of communication during my vacation in Costa Rica when I first met him - a combination of his broken English, my broken Spanish, sign and body language and facial expression, help plugged in by his Italian English-speaking friend Angelo - how would all that translate over the phone? Hee hee. We need video phones or something, but neither of us is very technologically savvy. But in the end, I think it'll be ok because somehow even through our broken communication, we got the message across and felt a symbiosis across language barriers across cultural differences - it was all understood in our eyes, smiles and laughter. We'll work it out through any challenge, I'm confident of it.

When I Looked at Him - by Expose

I've never known someone before
Who feels the way you do
All my dreams somehow became true with you
And I've never wanted someone more
As much as I want you
Love will last forever it's true with you
I will always fear
Awaking in the night
And not having you by my side
It's not a dream
We all need love and understanding
We must break through
And make a love that's everlasting
We'll be as one
I can see it in your eyes
When I looked at him
And he turned to me
He said you're more than a friend to love to need
When I looked at him
And he held me so tight
When I looked at him it's love eternally
They say I should be acting cool
They tell me I'm a fool
They don't see the things I see in you
We cannot forget the changes we've been through
I could never love someone new
Don't say good-bye
It would tear in two my heart
The time is right
We could never be apart
We'll be as one I can see it in your eyes
When I looked at him
And he turned to me
He said you're more than a friend to love to need
When I looked at him
And he held me so tight
When I looked at him it's love eternally
It's not a dream
We all need love and understanding
We must break through
And make a love that's everlasting
We'll be as one
I can see it in your eyes
When I looked at him
And he turned to me
He said you're more than a friend to love to need
When I looked at him
And he held me so tight
When I looked at him it's love eternally

~ Ahhh, the 80s... I remember dancing around my room as a teenager hairbrush in hand like a microphone lip syncing to Expose with my bright pink top and matching hair piece holding up my high ponytail - hee hee. This is for mi amor Giuliano, waiting for the day that he'll be here with me. Ahhh July! A special month for the both of us!