Let it Snow!

What a pleasant surprise, I checked this blog and saw that it’s snowing! So pretty <3

I’ve been feeling the Holiday cheer earlier this year. I attended the earliest Christmas party with my high school friends last weekend. I’ve witnessed two of my dearest friends reunite after long long years apart. I’ve wrapped and given TWO batches of christmas presents already.

Tonight, I’ll be attending another reunion/Christmas gathering. It’s wonderful, this Christmas season. I don’t know how it happened. Suddenly, people are reaching out more, wanting to spend time with each other, it’s a lovely, lovely feeling.

I was walking outside last night, in the crisp Christmas chill, and I was swamped with the familiar sensations of falling helplessly, hopelessly in love. Christmas. There were Love Walks. There were hours spent talking in the cold. There were the warmest, sweetest, brand-new hugs. I couldn’t help blushing. I breathed it all in and promised to myself I wouldn’t-EVER- forget this feeling. Every year, when temperatures drop, and the air turns crisp, I promise to fall in love, over and over again.

 

Again, from Mr. Gaiman

“Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me). I know you (although not so well as I would like. I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning, and you see me, and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough?). So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper. I declare it again: I love you.”

Photo and edits by me
Nikon D40x, 18-55 mm

 

Letters Left Unsent

I used to write quite faithfully to my diary. By ‘write’ I mean literally write long-hand, using a pen, on paper, with no abbreviated words whatsoever.

Today at work, my trusty laptop broke down. No Internet, nothing to keep me occupied. So I cleaned my desk drawers. Underneath a pile of JO’s and Signed CE’s, I found my old diary from the years 2003-2006.  I was so entranced by all my drama during that time, I was such a hopeless, hopeless romantic. 

I particularly had this thing of writing letters I’d never send. I’d just spill my heart out to that person, randomly writing, being mushy and gooey and so hopelessly lovelorn. Looking back, it’s amusing, but at that time, I  really meant every word I wrote.

Here’s one example:

Dear Science Classmate,

You make the 3-hour periods worth it. Even the surprise quizzes and the long boring lectures. Seeing a glimpse of your sweet smile makes up for it. You will always be that boy who stole my heart right from the start.

AWESOME. Lovesick, sappy and utterly hopeless. Hahahaha

Well, I never had the guts to approach this boy, much less give him the letter. But it’s all good. Somehow, it’s fun looking back and having that fairy-tale boy you adored, untarnished by the realities of life. I guess, in my mind, that boy, whereever he is now, will remain that boy who made 3 hours of Science class so worth it.

So, whether you’ll read this or not, thank you, dear boy. You make reminiscing my “youth” so much sweeter.

And even if we’re both happy with our respective lives (I’m sure you are, you’re that sort of person), I’m still glad that when I press “publish”, this unsent letter will be unsent no more.

 

Just FLY

- words from the great Neil Gaiman
- photo and edits are mine <3

MOAR MUSH ATTACKS FOUND HERE.

 

Remember When?

Who would have thought that yellow blossoms would get my mind back on track? A sleepless night, endless thoughts, Tori Amos on my speakers — none of them worked. Only a short text message. No frills, brief, recounting a random memory, a lovely moment.

He caught that cherished moment on camera. I was giggling that time. We were walking hand in hand, carefree. I picked up a yellow bloom that matched my top so perfectly. He couldn’t resist. He took his camera, and clicked.

Remember?

He remembered for me.

Flashes of yellow blossoms. A giddy joy at spending the afternoon together. Our Love Walks.

He remembered for me. We’ve come full circle.

I’m back, sweetie.

 

I’m getting too mushy for my own good.

“Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first, real, kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when NO ONE else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be… loved.”

— Unknown

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Just lovely. <3

 

This book is LOVE. <3

 

“Felicity” shaped my teen years

The dialogue below is one of my absolute favorites. SERIOUSLY. I get so kilig everytime Ben and Felicity get together. <3 I LOVE. And Ben Covington? SWOOOOON.

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Meghan: This is how I know Felicity still likes you. You ready?

Ben Covington: Yeah. Wha… what is it?

Meghan: Sarah McLachlan.

Ben Covington: What?

Meghan: When Felicity showed up last year, head over heels for you, Sarah McLachlan was all she listened to. If “Fumbling Towards Ecstasy” wasn’t in the CD player, it was only so “Solace” could get a little airplay. I started calling it ‘Ben music’… not to her face but behind her back. But then it went away, and I thought Sarah was gone for good. I almost started celebrating. And then you showed up again. You offered Felicity this cross-country trip of a lifetime, which means I got to memorize every lyric from “Surfacing”… all 10 songs! This year started off McLachlan-heavy, until the big break-up, and then all of Felicity’s hair went away, and so did Sarah. Until you guys broke into the pool. Now maybe it was a coincidence, but guess who started to make a comeback? It was gradual, but constant, and now if you want me to, I can sing any song from “Mirrorball” which really annoys the hell out of me! So if you’re ever curious about whether Felicity has the hots for you, just check her boom box.

Ben Covington: That’s the dumbest theory I’ve ever heard.

 

Happy Birthday, Sharkboy!

Thank you for
making me giggle,
making me dream,
making me feel,
making me embrace life,
making me love.

I hope you live the life of happiness that you deserve.
Be happy being yourself.
I am and will always be proud of you. <3

I loff joo!

 

In a Nutshell

“My love for you is like pi—irrational, never-ending…”

Quote taken from: Dear Old Love