So many thoughts and emotions.

Removing the pin from Katherine’s letter on my wall.

A sudden urge to take a bus ride to Andebu. Pour voir, pour voir comment il vivait. Pour regarder les mêmes bâtiments que, peut-être, il regardait, et marcher parmi les mêmes rues qu’il marchait.

Packing. This shirt doesn’t smell like me. Perhaps some lingering scent from a previous rendezvous. Un uomo norvegese…o forse tedesco.

Lying on the living room couch, room dimly lit by a singular lamp. A comforting orange cast on the ceiling. Tori Amos’ Gold Dust playing; I’ve been here so many times before. The familiarity of it all: the fireplace, the cognac on the glass table, the flickering eyes and that emerging, probing question of whether or not you’re falling in love then and there. E poi, that moment of closing in, brushing lips, moist and tender. It’s a different setting, but the same warmth, the same feeling. And it feels so real. I think I could love him, but that would be stupid.

“Det ordner seg for snille gutter.” Det må.

L’autre, il n’avait que vingt ans quand ils se sont rencontrés. And everything after that fell into place accordingly: even the drama seems to have written itself out a painful yet perfect addendum to their story. Jeg skal fylle det samme nummeret neste år. But will I be so lucky? So fortunate? Blessed? To think, that I could meet “The One” next year—but alas, non sarà lui! (You can’t blame me for thinking. Vi kan ikke være forelska av noen som vi aldri har møtt. Vi kan bare trekke fra våre erfaringer og skape forventninger derfra.) Allora, a guy can hope.

Tengo tanto amor que dar, ¿pero cuando él me va a encontrar?

Io sono qui, staring at a glowing rectangular box. And every time I look at the trees outside my window they seem to be merging together…but they never do. And as much as I crave our union, any union, it’s only an illusion.

Kunne. Det kunne vært annerledes. In another world, another lifetime, kunne han vært min?

Here are some of my recent favorites: there are a lot!

Hyori Lee/이효리 Toc Toc Toc/톡톡톡
First heard it on a YouTube video of Honey Lee, Miss Korea Universe 2007. (She was my favorite that year, and in my opinion, the best. Anyway, that’s beside the point.) But I managed to find a video with the English translations, and the lyrics are actually quite clever. It’s fun, it’s sexy, and it’s Korean. ‘Nuff said.

Klokka er 5:41, og jeg får ikke sov. I’m regressing back to my American ways. But as long as I’m awake, I figure I might as well do something productive besides hunt for piano tutorials on Youtube.

Speaking of which, I have to say: lære å spille piano er dritt vanskelig! I’ve been dreaming of jamming out a good tune ever since I saw Tori play “Concertina,” but I can’t seem to get beyond a few riffs without exhausting myself. It’s definitely harder than it looks: to be playing a bass line with one hand, and simultaneously playing a totally different melody on the other hand, and singing on top of that–it’s tough.
And then, you’d have to practice the same line over and over and over, and before you know it, 曾经那么爱听的一首歌既然被你弹够了. I don’t know how Joakim can spend hours on the piano. Jeg har ikke sånn tålmodighet som ham.

Still, it would do well to be able to play one complete song. I’m determined to learn Lucie Silvas’ “Remember Me,” even though there isn’t a tutorial for it. (There never seems to be any for the songs I really like. It’s like I’m being punished for having good taste in music or something–not implying that other people’s tastes are crap or anything.) Well, it’s time to test out my ears.