Just because I’m on this Holiday Mush Mode, here’s a Serendipity entry. There are a lot of Holiday Romance movies, and for me, this one is right up there among An Affair to Remember and Love Actually. Sharkboy quoted a line last night, which got me into this quote frenzy.

So here you go. I’m sharing the m00sh vibes.

And awesome, that photo is delicious in all its bokeh-yumminess even before bokeh became a word. I HEART. <3

I also love that the WordPress Snow keeps this snuggly-Christmas themed entry extra romantic. HEEHEE.

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Sara: Favorite New York moment?
Jonathan: This one is climbing the charts right now.

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Sara: You don’t have to understand. You just have to have faith.
Jonathan: Faith in what?
Sara: Destiny.

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When love feels like magic, it’s called Destiny. When destiny has a sense of humor, it’s called Serendipity.

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You don’t have the most incredible night of your life with a perfect stranger and leave it up to chance, do you?

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.

So, I finally got around to choosing a new theme for my blog, and redesigning a new header to suit it as well. I’m not entirely happy with it yet, the booger-green color accents are leaving me a little MEH. But all in all, I think I can deal with it.

Of course, redecorating/housekeeping entails a much-needed blogwarming party. Thankfully, my boys came to celebrate the new digs with me.

You’re welcome, ladies.

RDJ, you know I love you.

Oh hello! Stop smiling at me that way Mr. Ryan Reynolds.

Mr. Schuester (and fellow Gleeks)! You had me at 'Golddigger'! :">

*All photos taken from People’s list of Sexiest Men Alive. Thank you, People Magazine for bringing us this list every year. <3

Welcome, Christmas and all its crazy parties.

Nikon D40X
55mm – 200mm

In general, I limit my love for techie stuff to photography-related items. I desire the coolest laptops just because I want to have the perfect storage and post-processing medium for my photos.

I’ve never owned a Gameboy, a Nintendo DS, a PSP. Neither do I have an iPod.

But now, I do believe I have finally met my match in all things gadgetry. And it isn’t related in any way to photography.

Meet my Heart’s Desire:

Hello, Love. I've been waiting for you all my life.

This is the Nook eBook Reader. A portable eBook Reader. It can hold up to 2GB worth of eBooks, which is, around 1,500 eBooks.

IMAGINE HOW MUCH BOOKS I CAN READ WITH THAT AMOUNT OF MEMORY SPACE.

I am hyperventilating. Somebody please calm me down. You see, aside from that ginormous amount of memory space, the battery can last up to TEN DAYS without recharging. Oh, it’s also WIFI ready, so you can instantly download eBooks from anywhere. O_0 I swear. Someone please get this gadget over here pronto!

Anyway, here’s the link to the product, in case none of you understood my exhilarated gushing.

I think it’s an exclusive Barnes and Nobles product. That lessens the possibility that it will ever be sold here. =( Oh well, if not, maybe I’ll just hope for a Kindle.

“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

AHOY! Puppies again!
Litol Obi’s babies are hereeeee!

They’re black, tiny and oh-so-sweet. <3

Oh, hello! Can you handle my puppy-doggie-blink-blink-stare?

Yes? Can I help you? *U*

So suweeeeeet!

HEEHEEHEE Call me curlytops *-*

Uncle Brownie (the most issues-filled dog in the world), chillin' at the Pet Penitentiary. HAHAHA

My name is George, and I mingle with the dawgs.

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I didn’t think it would be this bad. I didn’t think it would happen. Not to us. Those things are seen only in newspapers, in the news. Not to us. We’ve had rough storms before, but it wasn’t so bad, we would be okay. It wouldn’t be so bad. Not to us.

But it did.

It was like watching a train wreck. We watched, in horror, as the flood waters rose. We had already put up some of our stuff, emptied the lower drawers and cupboards, but it still continued to rise — past our shins, past our knees. Our container of medicines and vitamins toppled over, the water threatened to flood the television set, already perched on a much higher table. Our couch, already on top of two chairs, suddenly gave and floated away. We were on the verge of hysteria. The dirty waters were ruining everything my parents worked hard for.

Outside, in our garage, were our cars. We didn’t know where to put them. The waters rose, and rose and rose. Until we looked inside, and the interior was flooded. Everything inside the car was floating in the murky, muddy waters. Our hearts broke. Not the cars. All the others, we could wash, we could leave under the sun to dry, BUT NOT THE CARS. =(

But it happened. Such damage. When the waters subsided, our cabinets were warped, the wood softened by being soaked for two days. The cars are ruined. Outside, it was a wasteland. We were devastated.

But then we saw the news. People were dying. People were stranded on rooftops. And then we realized, we were one of the lucky ones. It is painful to see your belongings ruined so helplessly by the flood, but even more painful to see those in need on TV.

We are the lucky ones. We are alive. We have the means to get back up and move on with life.

And so we will. We will be grateful. And we will give back. I never fail to thank the Lord for sparing us, for sparing Sharkboy’s family who live so near the area of devastation.

So, as a sign of gratitude, I am paying it forward. I am spreading links, ways to help out. There are hundreds of us who were spared. It is time to help out and act like a true Filipino. This is our heritage.

Here are some links, where we can find ways to help out:

Very detailed list of venues, ways to help from blogger Bianca Gonzales

Philippine National Red Cross (you can even send a simple SMS to donate cash! so easy to help)

Tulong, tulong tayo, Pilipinas.
God help us all. God bless us all.

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.

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

MOAR MUSH ATTACKS FOUND HERE.