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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I guess sometimes the thing that you want the most is the one thing you cannot have. Know that I have never been kidding when I said that I would (and in some ways I have) sacrifice anything, everything for you, because you and me, us and we, and our always, mean that much to me. Desire, I guess, wears us out, leaves us broken. Desire, I guess, can wreck a life. But you know, as tough as wanting something can be, I think the people who suffer the most are those who don't know what they want or worse don't do what is necessary to get what they want. In the best possible way, you have absolutely wrecked me, because you see, I fell in love with you, always with a feeling deep down that there was very little chance of my ever being with you for that "always". Definition of insanity? I guess. But holding true the adage that love and win is the best thing; to love and lose, the next best thing - because at least I loved you with a love unsurpassed and never to be duplicated, completely and without limits, with a depth that not even poets have been able to capture or even describe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I wish you happiness. I wish you joy. I wish you grace. I hope that your life leaves you filled with overflowing with all that you had hoped, surpassing your every expectation. There is a wonderful benediction that goes something like: "My wish for you: comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunset to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, a heart warmed by family and friends, faith so that you can believe, confidence when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, and finally love to complete your life." I do wish all those things for you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I will miss telling you what you mean to me, which is nothing less than what you mean to the world. I will miss finding new and wonderful ways to express my every feelings and thoughts which were numerous, deep and consuming. I will miss telling you how incredible, intelligent, dorky, kind hearted and inspiring you are. You will always find a way to my heart, and no matter what, I will always love you...whether these are three simple words or a statement to you. But while I will hope for the day when you come to me and say "I am yours, for always.", I will choose to move on and to not let my fear of accepting reciprocated feelings stop me from choosing to constantly love others. I don't believe in happy endings, but rather in happy beginnings.</span></div>
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S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-52987427376898436372014-06-17T02:04:00.004-04:002014-06-17T02:04:41.228-04:00Confession Part III<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">But what would be the point in describing all that? All it could do--all it could possibly do--is diminish the whole into a rearrangement of features you would never see the way I saw them. He's sound like your neighbor, or your brother, or that guy you work with, or some other person you couldn't possibly imagine inspiring an unending ache in someone's heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Everyone has a first love, one person they never completely got over, right? Picture yours.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Because when you come down to it, it isn't really anything about the way they look that distinguishes them in your memory--hair color, physical shape, style--it can all change with time. It's the way you remember<i> feeling </i>when you looked at them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">When I looked at him, I felt real, unconditional love. And I felt<i> completely </i>loved in all sense of the word. He was the only person I ever met whose soul I could clearly see in his eyes. And I had more faith in him than I've had in any other human being.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">After it ended, on the rare occasions when I saw him, I could feel the shape, the moving embodiment, of the hole in my heart. Not that my life was about that. I moved on, of course. Dated, occasional flings, worked, studied, ate, drank, laughed, and cried. Things happen, life goes on, and you have to keep moving and think about what's in front of you or you'll go insane.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">So I pushed the part of me that belonged to him way beneath the surface. Just like he did with me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">No one would ever have imagine this part of me existed at all, that a piece of my heart deep down was broken beyond repair, or that <i>that</i> guy--the guy who could have been <i>anyone</i> (or no one) to you or the rest of the world--was the cause of it all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Yet despite all of that he was the only guy I was ever truly in love with and I believe with absolute certainty that these feelings will never be duplicated. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Somewhere, some time ago, someone told us that we need to fight for our relationships. That genius, much like my friend’s “cool” maybe-boyfriend, needed to be a bit more specific about what that implies, because it’s under that ideology that I think a lot of us end up making our biggest mistakes— we lose sight of what we’re actually fighting for.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I often liken my love life to the pathetic fallacy found in a Bronte novel: a long and winding road tented by storm clouds and rain. Kidding. But give me a few more years and we’ll revisit that analogy. I can say that it hasn’t been easy, though. And that’s primarily because I often confuse “fighting for it” with <i>fighting for a person</i>. Therein lies the misconception: To fight for a relationship should involve both parties actively trying to make it work. So often, however, the fight is one-sided, with someone struggling to hold on to a person instead of a relationship. And once you’ve started down that path, it’s hard to find the perspective to evaluate your actions with a clear head and an open mind.</span></div>
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S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-73887478406878702152013-07-21T03:31:00.000-04:002013-07-21T03:31:13.952-04:00What You Learn After Your First Heartbreak<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 15.590278625488281px;">After your first heartbreak you</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"> learn not to assume things. You learn not to assume that the day you spent together in bed and took photos of each other against that white wall was important to both of you. In reality, only one of you will ever care about that day. Only one of you will flinch when you see the white wall again. The other person will forget it ever happened. You’ll have to remind them, months or even years later when you meet for coffee, about the pictures and you’ll feel so stupid for holding it so dear. Why do you have to be the one who remembers that day? You assumed that your memories would be the same. You didn't know that one gets to forget and the other has to remember.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.56em;">You learn how bad heartbreak can hurt. All of a sudden you’ll be relating to sad love songs and feeling like such a chump. You listened to them before but never quite understood why they had so much resonance with people. Then you realized that it’s strictly for people who’ve dealt with the loss of love. To get the full effect of an Adele </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.56em;">song, someone has to take an emotional dump on your face. Otherwise you’ll just be like “Gee, this lady sure sounds sad!</span><br />
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S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-44300820228880182612013-04-23T19:23:00.003-04:002013-07-29T03:00:44.098-04:0010 Seconds Update<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">- In case you were living under a rock this entire time, but JT aka the-man-of-my-life-since-i-was-a-prepubescent-teen made a comeback this year. He's simply flawless... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I've never believed that one person can stick to one style since trends changes throughout the season which is why I have never really settle myself on a style in particular when it comes to fashion. Because of my eclectic taste I always find myself wanting to get out of my comfort zone, try different things and dare myself to think outside of the box ( feather shorts, anyone?). Of course there's also another side of me that enjoys wearing flannel pjs all day and I couldn't care less of what is in and what is out. At the end of it all, it depends on my mood. Some days I feel like being an <i>Audrina</i>; rocking a leather jackets, wearing motorcycle boots and head out to the nearest bar for a beer. When I'm being <i>Chloé, </i>I'm more conservative, a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. <i>Emma</i> is all about my socializing side and my life in the city; being the "it" girl that everyone wants to be friends with. My inner <i>Olivia </i>depicts my serious side and how I picture myself in the near future: career oriented, professional and involved in the high fashion industry. She is ready to take over <i>Vogue</i> magazine (hehe) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The week started unexpectedly on a high note. I've never been keen to last minute plans, but I would have to say I didn't regret saying yes when an old friend of mine invited me to go out Sunday night. If it wasn't the fact that I knew him so well, I would have probably stayed in my pjs and went to bed early that day. Not only did I have a great time mingling and meeting different people I finally gave myself a well deserved 12 hour "beauty sleep" after spending an entire week waking up at 5am everyday for classes and appointments. I would have to say that drinking champagne the night prior has its benefits... :) </span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">For many writers the worst part of the writing experience is the very beginning, when they're sitting at the kitchen table staring at a blank sheet of paper or in front of that unblinking and perfectly empty computer monitor. "I have nothing to say," is the only thing that comes to mind. I would have to say that overcoming my writer's block for the past couple of months has been a harder process than I expected. For one I was lacking in the inspiration department. For the first time in years I truly felt uninspired. Nothing out there motivated me to write up a post whether it be about the things that I love or the things that I hate. There comes a time when I simply didn't feel like doing anything <i>anymore</i>. I just didn't see the purpose of it all, the purpose for everything that was going on. The concept of sharing my thoughts openly didn't seem too right anymore. Believe it or not, I have developed a fear of opening myself up again. That is until I met Mrs.C.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Known to be the "Anna Wintour" of all clients in the department store where I work, one can easily fall onto her black list if she had a bad experience with you. And when I say black list, I kid you not that she can make you lose your job at the end of the day if things don't go her way. I've always heard the staff talking about her and I was given proper instructions on how to behave if I were to encounter her. The first time that I met her, I felt a slight pang of confusion. This so-called Cruella De Vil was not only extremely nice to me, but her exact words before she left the store were: "<i>Je sens que nous allons développer une bonne relation</i>. (I feel like we will have a good relationship)".</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I have realized in a very roundabout way, that kindness and compassion, in their purest forms, are harder to find these days. It's a disconcerting notion considering, I'd say, we are more in need of it now than ever before.
Because if there's one thing I've learned about kindness or acts of kindness, it's that they are far more transformative than we may think. I remember being in a particularly fragile state one gloomy day. I was struggling with some matters of the heart (what else is new, right?) and I was at war with the new POS system being installed at work thinking to myself, '<i>This day can’t get any worse.</i>' The next thing you know, the computer decided to crash on me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Before I could throw the computer on the floor and fling myself into a full-blown public temper tantrum, I heard a voice: “It's ok Sisi. Just breathe. Embrace it. Just breathe.” I looked up to discover Mrs. C walking into the store. She was picking up her alterations and she clearly saw the distress and confused look on my face when I saw her. When I asked her what she meant by 'embrace' she simply told me that it was ok to feel shitty and to feel like God granted my life with bad luck, but if I took two second to pause and take up things the way they are, the rest will follow accordingly and in some odd way, everything will feel <i>right </i>again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">It was a stranger comforting me in a moment when I needed comfort the most. A moment where I was at my lowest, and someone who had nothing gave me the only thing she could: compassion and kindness. It was all I was looking for. It was a moment that helped change my outlook on life and how I was conducting my own. It’s easy to forget about the importance of embrace because it's so basic. With the holiday season upon us really soon, it's so easy to get lost in ourselves and our needs and wants, but imagine how much better we'd all feel, how much more profoundly we'd appreciate all we have, if we just took that extra time to look out for one another. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Think about it: How much better off would we all be if, in a moment when we needed it the most, a stranger were to tap us on the shoulder and whisper: “Just breathe. Embrace it. Just breathe.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">January to August had mostly been recuperating months for me. I felt like I had to detach myself from a lot of things (and people) in order to reevaluate the goals that I have in my life. Truth to be told, I'm still far from finding the comfortable zone where I can genuinely feel happy about my life right now, but I'm slowly taking baby steps embracing everything that is about to come my way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And indeed, up to this day Mrs. C has been my most loyal client ever and our relationship have developed considerably. So much that I can probably write her entire biography and she would do so for mine. Because of her, for me she gave a whole new meaning to the word </span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">embrace</i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"><i>Of course there’s still no boyfriend, but she doesn’t mind. Occasionally, very occasionally, say at four o’clock in the afternoon on a wet sunday, she feels panic-stricken and almost breathless with loneliness. Once or twice she has been known to pick up the phone to check that it isn’t broken. Sometimes she thinks how nice it would be to be woken by a call in the night: ‘Get in the taxi now’ or ‘I need to see you, we need to talk.’ but at the best of times she feels like a character in a Muriel Spark novel – independent, bookish, sharp-minded, secretly romantic</i>." - <b>One Day</b></span></div>S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-10579508831494955922012-02-09T00:05:00.001-05:002012-02-17T02:24:27.961-05:00What Moving On Is Like<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRSFYFEEfBfrW5EE6vM0b6zy9qo2zeRvwUf-5kp7dKpXWwPjfaWW2oSPa1hfq3HF0_Xp5s5_34EXqPIVvOInSpXoXQCcS6Q3QbggsaOQBEWZg67hd_go6o419KShMVree_vVGdhkuRy1H/s1600/FootprintsInTheSand.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRSFYFEEfBfrW5EE6vM0b6zy9qo2zeRvwUf-5kp7dKpXWwPjfaWW2oSPa1hfq3HF0_Xp5s5_34EXqPIVvOInSpXoXQCcS6Q3QbggsaOQBEWZg67hd_go6o419KShMVree_vVGdhkuRy1H/s400/FootprintsInTheSand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707036964374596274" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic; ">"Moving on is not like a birthday, you can’t count down the hours ‘til it arrives and you can’t mark it on a calendar and you can’t call up your friends to help you celebrate. You can’t plan for it and you can’t conclude it by blowing out a candle. When moving on happens there will be no announcements, no notifications, no congratulations. There will be no parade; only you will know. Moving on is like aging that way, if aging happened backward. If the passing of days made you new and young, if your condition only had room to improve. Instead of a throbbing pain in your right knee forcefully, increasingly making its presence known, first with a whisper and then with a mumble and then with a shout, ‘til you can’t move, ‘til you can’t walk; moving on is gradual like that except when it’s over, you can walk just fine. You can run, even.<br /><br />Moving on is like this: one day you forget the taste. The next, you forget the smell. Then the touch. Then the laugh. Then the smile. Then the jokes. Then the eyes, the hair, the hands, the feet. You forget the socks. You forget the fingers, the toes, the sex. You forget the pulses, the beats, the rhythms and how you sometimes felt like they all belonged to you. You forget the words; finally, you forget the voice that spoke them. Moving on is like one day, you’re walking or reading or drinking the sun and one of those footprints, one of those artifacts will creep into your consciousness, “already seen,” the French call this, déjà vu, and you won’t know where it belongs or how it got there. All it takes is a familiar laugh, a recognizable word and you are transported to who knows where. You are a confused paleontologist now, scrambling to make sense of things left behind, trying to reunite the right dinosaur with the right bones. The scar from his burst appendix goes here, the part of his leg that doesn’t grow hair belongs there, I think this is his morning breath but maybe it belongs to someone who came before him; some other ghost, some other relic. His taste is an aftertaste now, his crow’s feet a souvenir with no place to call home. That’s what moving on is like.<br /><br />Moving on is not like beginning a new chapter, it’s like beginning a new book — with each turned page, the last story you read fades into the background. A fairy tale that becomes just another book on a shelf; folded corners and underlined words the only reminder of how you used to touch and hold and love it. Moving on is when you begin to forget the intricacies of a character you knew intimately, you forget what he did for a living and the way he prepared grilled cheese and the nickname he had for his first girlfriend. You forget how he lost his virginity, you forget his middle name.<br /><br />Moving on is waking up without a sour feeling in your stomach, looking at a familiar menu and ordering something different, taking the direct route to a destination and not the one that crosses a path you once set in stone. Moving on is when you think about him and don’t punish yourself for it, when he begins to evoke more of a scientific response than an emotional one, like “This is a 6’0” blonde-haired person who exists,” and not “This is a person I wish I’d never met; this is a person who has made me less of one.” Moving on is not to destroy or to combust or to set ablaze, it is simply to move, to advance through space and time, to leave behind the familiar dull of heartbreak for the new, the unknown, the strange. Moving on is a bird flying south for the winter who decides maybe the warmth isn’t so bad, who decides maybe he’ll stay there for awhile; moving on is like freedom, is what moving on is like." </span><span style="font-size: 78%; font-weight: bold; ">- Stephanie Georgopulos, thoughtcatalog.com</span><div style="font-size: 78%; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 78%; "> </div><div style="font-size: 78%; ">In an odd unspeakable way, I found myself letting this article triggered everything I have bottled up inside. There is truly nothing more nostalgic than reminiscing about the past and replaying the beautiful memories in my head like an old VHS I have not touched in years. When it happens I resort myself to be able to feel a small sting of happiness instead of turning it into a lethal weapon. I don't know what is in store for me in the future. But what I do know is that I still have a very long way to go.</div><div style="font-size: 78%; "><br />Thank you twinnie for showing me this. You really got me this time.</div></span></div>S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-72400992310447123242012-01-24T23:59:00.004-05:002012-01-25T01:35:56.880-05:00Till It Happens To You<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TrOMY-OV4qU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>It used to feel like heaven, used to feel like may. <div>I used to hear those violins playing heart strings like a symphony. </div><div>Now they've gone away. Nobody wants to face the truth. </div><div><b>But you wont believe what love can do t</b><b>ill it happens to you...</b></div></i></span></div>S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-39792758318990647242012-01-14T22:15:00.008-05:002012-01-15T14:02:46.104-05:00Jason Wu x TARGET<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">After hints via Twitter and a few teaser images, the full Jason Wu for Target lookbook is finally out!!! I honestly think this is one of Target's best designer collaboration I've seen to date. I love love love <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">LOVE</span> Jason Wu. He previously told the New York Times, "<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">My goal was not to duplicate anything from my main collection... Instead I designed completely new clothes and accessories that reflect my taste and have a voice of their own.</span>"<br /><br />And he definitely accomplished his goal. In keeping with his signature aesthetic, there's lots of pleating, bows, modest necklines, and nipped-at-the waist shapes. Fabric-wise, there's a nice mix of solids, stripes, florals and lace. The clothes are not the lacy and glamorous looks of the runway but rather flirty, playful looks that the average woman could wear to work, brunch or a cocktail party (or that the fashion-savvy high school student could wear to class - especially those cute penny loafers with socks...I mean COME'ON!). The color palette skews nautical with plenty of navy and red, but there's a great splash of mustard (seen in Wu's F/W 2011 runway collection) and of course a healthy dose of black. And then there are the accessories and the bags, which are also fun and simple to sport. And if the designs themselves weren't appealing enough (which I highly doubt), the prices will definitely grab you. Pieces range from $19.99 to $59.99 for clothes and $19.99 to $49.99 for accessories.<br /><br />Target should have do me a favor and waited until Canada open their first stores here. But sadly I'll have to see if I can eBay a few pieces once they hit stores across the US February 5th 2012. For those who can, GO PITCH A TENT IN FRONT OF TARGET NOW! You won't regret it :)</span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmTKHCv7_DlGpbBcW2plRVro8UZL_MhwpQGNr_qOpgYUQoGXZs9-bmOETNzzohoH6SzHOP-Ze6hM4PzdFv2Ezjiqn1qRBzgOHbxtiuqs48775nYOafOIOtdJ_rm_qNR-QSsqKjxLhP-uH/s1600/look16zza-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697693837664096402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmTKHCv7_DlGpbBcW2plRVro8UZL_MhwpQGNr_qOpgYUQoGXZs9-bmOETNzzohoH6SzHOP-Ze6hM4PzdFv2Ezjiqn1qRBzgOHbxtiuqs48775nYOafOIOtdJ_rm_qNR-QSsqKjxLhP-uH/s400/look16zza-1.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEVnIyYft6tSA5FIdSeS-frZPLThB_WTgRUI3PIp0Mn7XUsXG5qvDjaYRR5ldaJSmnSKUn3UwQ5gfsWIwvOHR2OVhybXvk-oI1bI_xFpVkwJJVHDC4AjrNBEswCPlckW1iMADyGf0Dm-S/s1600/look15zza.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; 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font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">"You're doing it again," my friend T whispered to me one night, not long ago. "Doing what?" I asked her, feigning innocence. We were at a cocktail with a group of people I have not seen since high school, one of whom had done me wrong years earlier. And to avoid talking or even making eye contact with this person, I have situated myself as far away from her as I possibly could. "Fredo-ing," T hissed. "Look, do you remember the sequel to The Godfather? Michael Corleone decides he won't have anything to do with his brother Fredo because Fredo has betrayed him. And that's exactly the same thing you do when someone hurts your feelings. You Fredo them."<br /><br />T must have given the most ridiculous example in describing my behavior that night, but what could I say? She was right. When Michael Corleone snarled, "I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart...<i>you broke my heart.</i>" I understood his pain. For many years, like the Godfather himself, I tendered beefs with all sorts of people (believe it or not). Let bygones be bygones, the saying goes. But letting go of a grievance you've held for months - or even years - is anything but easy. I always find myself having a hard time dealing with those who have let me down. Not only did I care, but I have entrusted them my heart. There are some days when I asked myself whether<i> I </i>was giving too much to the wrong people? I always find myself getting constantly disappointed. Severing a long-standing friendship, no matter the cause, always filled me with sadness. But somehow I couldn't bring myself to forgive readily. Instead I Fredo'd, pretending the person had never been important to me, pretending not to hurt and be "ok".<br /><br />But lately I realized the more I shun people, the more distant I become from those around me and the more I have changed. Do you ever feel you've become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora's box of all the secret, hateful parts - you arrogance, you spite, your condescension - has sprung open? Someone upsets you and instead of moving on, you zing them? I know I shouldn't let an incident define the person that I am, but when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitable follows and the feeling sucks just as much as holding a grudge against someone.<br /><br />When I heard the person seek out for me after the first round of hors d'oeuvre, I swallowed my pride and walked up to her to say hi. Despite my pledge to leave behind old animosities, I admit that my initial impulse was to politely accept and continue to Fredo her for the rest of our lives. But my second impulse was to take a very deep breath, grab my glass of wine and really listen to what she had to say. To my surprise the first thing she said to me was that she was sorry for everything that have happened. While she quietly spoke, I analyzed her tone and the way she expressed herself. Her words somehow seemed sincere and endearing. And then it dawned on me; there was a reason why I considered her my friend back in high school. I was faced with the universal truth that all human beings make mistakes. She was a great person who made a stupid mistake and I can't blame her for that.<br /><br />The brief conversation turned out to be a very pleasant one. If it wasn't for my realization that I can be a happier person if I learn to face my fears and to forgive, I would have probably created a monster out of myself and unintentionally hurt those who did nothing to me. As of now I know I still have very long way to go to until I <i>completely, whole heartily </i>forgive those who have hurt me. Time will be able to do that...I am sure of it.</span></div>S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-33591214143311742202011-12-22T05:12:00.003-05:002011-12-22T05:21:55.312-05:00As Soon As Possible<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QCqiHZdDnZI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-20889500572214378132011-12-21T02:06:00.002-05:002011-12-22T05:11:41.564-05:00Du Jour En Jour<div style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">For the last 2 months, whenever someone would come up to me and ask me how am I doing I would simply answer: "<i>Du jour en jour</i>."<br /><br />If I were to say that I'm doing great, I would be flatly lying to them and to myself. If I were to say that I'm doing terrible I would be showing sign of weakness. Therefore I have decided to settle myself in finding the perfect medium when it came to expressing too little or too much of my feelings. They say some things are better left unsaid... in my case 'unposted'. Contrary to what you believe or see, I did not stop writing. In fact, i wrote every single day whether its a two line phrase or 10 pages worth of material. I got myself accustomed to write every morning and night about what were my thoughts at the moment. Some were dreary while others were self reflective and therapeutic. At the end, i felt like there's progression. The reason why I didn't feel like publishing my posts was because everything i wanted to say wasn't a mystery. I just felt like i had nothing new to offer. Even i at some point thought everything was redundant and over used. You really did not want to suffer as readers to read those posts. Another reason why I didn't feel like sharing my thoughts to the world was because I did not want an answer nor was i looking for one. I just wanted to send the vent out into the void. I know that I could have simply talked about it instead on confining my thoughts but you see I learned that every time people come up to you and say they've been through it all and they give you 'advice' - I discover that a lot of them only help out because it's their 'duty' as caring people to do so but none of them actually take into consideration your feelings. I can probably count on 5 fingers (and barely even) the number of people whom i truly believe to be truthful to me and that genuinely care.<br /><br />Anyhow, I'm back from this hiatus and hopefully as time progress and as i continue to write in this little 4 year old (already!) blog of mine, I hope to reconnect with the person I used to be and that i'm able to accept the good and the bad that life has to offer.</span></div>S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-48319470267828561012011-12-20T03:12:00.001-05:002012-01-14T21:59:04.676-05:00Moment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdNc8h8NFD6rqQQBQDHswVCce8DhCqt6WTpXg91qqd9ABkJTOP5cMLI641FvRKV0ZOxlvEs15tpxgZ9kSRDpmfhF9_6MP4aJAqa99zjQF44Vmdkt_1tsxbmaqwQ-iYrm44g-ltFvpsyRL/s1600/5379479018_65f07d692c_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdNc8h8NFD6rqQQBQDHswVCce8DhCqt6WTpXg91qqd9ABkJTOP5cMLI641FvRKV0ZOxlvEs15tpxgZ9kSRDpmfhF9_6MP4aJAqa99zjQF44Vmdkt_1tsxbmaqwQ-iYrm44g-ltFvpsyRL/s400/5379479018_65f07d692c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688862802738073218" /></a>S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-86449185815290334222011-10-28T22:00:00.007-04:002011-10-29T22:30:00.776-04:00I Thought I Knew<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_66CPFbhZSpoU8O5uCX5Ch5bd0cSV8KYZl_Z1UGUxcFJ5yhawloDUSKZtxP6TE2Hqhgke4aoTRM9WOvzFAfzKdAXtqRJfa8LMMSdVAUCgPmkH5xZyTPps6NZw-CDIXjvXZbhoJX5OdsA/s1600/beautiful%252Cperson%252Cgirl%252Calone%252Csad%252Cwindow%252Cwindow%252Cgirl%252Cskinny%252Cwant-ceb0f744dcc37a4704cfded3b512fa24_h.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_66CPFbhZSpoU8O5uCX5Ch5bd0cSV8KYZl_Z1UGUxcFJ5yhawloDUSKZtxP6TE2Hqhgke4aoTRM9WOvzFAfzKdAXtqRJfa8LMMSdVAUCgPmkH5xZyTPps6NZw-CDIXjvXZbhoJX5OdsA/s400/beautiful%252Cperson%252Cgirl%252Calone%252Csad%252Cwindow%252Cwindow%252Cgirl%252Cskinny%252Cwant-ceb0f744dcc37a4704cfded3b512fa24_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669105749670212178" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">I thought I knew how it felt. I thought I had memorized the feeling of not being happy, of wanting more, of being ajar. I thought I had settled for this second skin; the acceptance that sometimes it just isn’t a choice. It is a luxury to be able to feel what you wish to feel, and more often than not, life cannot afford such ease.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 13px; "> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-size:78%;" >The problem with being a dreamer, a writer, a poet, is not that they feel more than everyone else. It is that they cannot escape from it. All the pain, ache and explosions,- others can dismiss as merely a feeling that cannot be contained. But for us, there are endless words to describe the way we feel, to actualize the feeling, to give it existence, to gravitate them. The irresistible impulse to label everything, to get to the bottom of every unexplainable feeling is crippling. To live as a writer is non-apologetic. Everywhere that you try to escape to, is aesthetically numb. Even when you do not see what reminds you of it, words are running madness inside your head.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-size:78%;" >This is about existing within a world where love is not on my side. This is about struggling every day to stay afloat. This is about my greatest love story. I thought I knew how it felt. I had made a pact with myself that I have no other choice. But that doesn’t mean it makes it any easier to live with. Heartstrings are broken whenever I think to myself, we may be so right for each other, but there will never be a way to find out. So many things remind me of you that not a day goes by that I am able to be completely content. The problem with being a dreamer, is that I feel too much for my own good. When I think about us, I feel dismantled, familiar, damaged and every imaginable adjective in between. There is no other person as capable as you to destruct, love and forgive me. You may never understand it, but it is just a truth that I must live with.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="Apple-style-span" >The idea of being happy is extraordinary. Sometimes I dream of not feeling. Of just existing. Of not being physically able to hurt inside. I did not choose to be a person that feels too much, or someone that is compelled to write word after word after word. Every time I think I could be content, something thrusts me back into a higher feeling that I cannot control. 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ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">“Have you ever felt like dying because of having a broken heart?” I asked breaking the cold silence around us.</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">He turns and looks at me, both of his hands still on the steering wheel. He doesn’t say a word, but I can feel that he’s eager to know. Tension was building up.</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“Then I’ll let you know. Not being able to sleep and not eating are just the basics. Sleeping but waking up becomes excruciating torture because you don’t know how to separate yourself from reality and from the person you loved. You can’t even tell anyone else because you’re too afraid that they’ll think badly of this person because deep down you know they did nothing wrong. And so, you cry all by yourself, for minutes, for hours. You’re trying to show yourself that there’s still something there even though you know it’s over. </span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">From time to time faint memories of good times would pop up. Certain things will remind you of the love you both used to share. The more you try to erase these memories, the longer the days get. Its feel like you’re breaking up with this person all over again for the next 365 days.</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">But the thing that hurts the most is that you don’t think they’re even thinking about you. You’re alone and you’re going through this by yourself. That person has already forgotten about you, moved on and is now happy. You sometimes wish you were dead, but you don’t have the courage all because you’re scared –” I paused midway through my sentence and slowly turn to look at him.</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-style:italic">His eyes extracted for a minute. His lips parted in surprise. Gradually, his face softened from resentment to something more apologetic. I knew he wasn't expecting to see </span>the droplets of tears rolling down my cheeks. </span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">“– I’m scared that I won’t be able to see you anymore and that you’re permanently gone from my existence.” I managed to say in a soft whisper. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></span></p>S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-26613758216199444892011-08-27T22:51:00.002-04:002011-08-28T02:44:56.328-04:00Well Done<div style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eczNekGhDxM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="348" width="425"></iframe>
<br />It's moment like this where I simply wish that life was not cruel and that it can give good people a second chance.
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<br />I would have to say I'm more in denial than anything right now because I still cannot believe at how fast everything happened. Learned about the news last month. Received a message at the beginning of the week. Got a phone call early this morning.
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<br />I shouldn't have taken the situation for granted. I should have taken minutes of my precious time to go see him and let him know that I was there. I should have been there to properly say goodbye and accept the upcoming grief. Even though I know my uncle is in a good place right now, I simply wish I could have spent more time with him while he was still here.
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<br />RIP pa um. I'm sorry and I miss you.
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"For the benefit of all sentient beings which surpasses even the wishful-filling gem</span></span>
<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">May I hold them dear at all times." - Buddhist text</span></span>
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<br /></span></div>S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-16082725181488060562011-08-20T03:55:00.005-04:002011-08-20T22:34:14.817-04:00One Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXx72jIz_HzxbQBLWCNhqEt3K8GigFr4BYW6wJ4VHx1-BAyiWHb_SC4Po46opXthefdwX9wuR7zoD98d81AOEmJKUCyQMmgNoiIgJrB3TwC3ohHKBG42XXCExjO4ysuFiFbqRBEZU0UeiL/s1600/one_day.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXx72jIz_HzxbQBLWCNhqEt3K8GigFr4BYW6wJ4VHx1-BAyiWHb_SC4Po46opXthefdwX9wuR7zoD98d81AOEmJKUCyQMmgNoiIgJrB3TwC3ohHKBG42XXCExjO4ysuFiFbqRBEZU0UeiL/s400/one_day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643011994426517490" border="0" /></a>
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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">Undoubtedly one of the most intense books I’ve read in a while. I was expecting a heartfelt love story, and while I got that, I also got so much more: heartbreak, anxiety, familiarity, sadness, happiness, madness...and so many other things that I just couldn’t put it down, and when I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even when I finished it, it ended on such a note that I carried the book with me for weeks just to go over my favourite parts whenever I wanted.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">It left me with a knot in my stomach more than once, and there were times I just wanted to pull a "Joey Tribbiani" and put the book to rest in the freezer - to give me time to think and absorb what had just happened. I can’t imagine anyone reading this and not feeling like they know Emma Morley and Dexter Mayhew. At a certain point near the end I had to put it down and take a breath and leave it there for a couple of hours because I was so mad - and also because I wanted to not know the end for a little while (like I did with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I only read the Epilogue twelve hours after I had read the end because I wanted to drag it out for as long as I could).</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">After a while into the book you stop wishing for the end to come, when you will see the outcome of all the complications of the connections linking these two souls, and start hoping to see more of their friendship and how they are never on the same track but are always there for each other regardless, how their minds are so different but they can put ideas and controversies aside for the sake of their relationship (well, most of the time anyway). I was surprised by how real they felt to me and how they reminded me </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >so</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> much of myself. I feel like David Nicholls have written down my very own story and my future in this book. I'm not going to lie, I was scared. I may not be in the best state of mind with all the conflicting feelings that i have right now, but when I believe that my life, in some odd way, will turn </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >exactly</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> like in the book my gut feeling had never failed to prove me wrong.
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">There’s a quote from Tony Parsons, author of Man and Boy, on the back of the book that says, “The best weird love story since The Time Traveler’s Wife.” While I don’t think Emma and Dex’s story is as weird as Clare and Henry’s, I definitely agree that it is just as remarkable. I have made this book my bible for life.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">----</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And yes, for all you non-bookworm people the movie just came out in theater. Saw it. Did not hate it. Jim Sturgess was toohotforwords. I cried for a good 5 min because seeing the scenes on screen brought back so many memories. It highlighted major events from the book but I still strongly recommend that you should get a copy yourself and read. Hollywood always end up butchering novels anyway. </span></span>
<br /></p> S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-1684269099929213072011-08-15T23:53:00.002-04:002011-08-19T01:03:37.495-04:00Blended Colours<div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">"To </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#808080;">You</span><span style="font-size:78%;">:
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<br />If you cannot piece together broken glass, why did you try to when he left? If you cannot continue to draw with a broken crayon, why did you try to when she left? If you had sworn your loyalty to me, why did you go and hold hands with the Devil? If you had sworn your heart to me, why did you eat from that box of chocolate? If you had sworn yourself to me, then why did you kiss that soul?
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<br />Now, I am picking up the shattered glass that had ravaged the floor. Now, I am trying to murder a blank piece of paper with the broken crayon. Now, I am reaching out for Devil to end my misery. Now, I am purging up all that chocolate I had eaten after you left.
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<br />But, I have no soul to kiss.
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<br />Because you took mine.
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<br />It is neither a fond or hated memory. Yet, on the good days, I don't remember. And on bad days, I do. I remember all of it in its entirety tightly pinned behind a picture frame permanently nailed to the walls of my mind. I should erase the pieces, but I choose to let it live inside because I will be able to play, replay, and pause those moments at my will."</span><span style="font-size:78%;">
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<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I don't normally read the same book/stories twice but Solangel's classics on Soompi will always be one of those undying stories that I would read over and over again and still feel like it was the first time. Re-reading CBU and BP has a new different meaning to me now. It hits home. </span></span>
<br />S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366005330157306996.post-26603891634517864112011-08-12T13:32:00.004-04:002011-08-12T14:22:08.866-04:00Five Things: Reunion<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0lftY8o9v0f-1VnP_psGZXz0XHzW26qGd5Plxtd9YWKamarud7zUH9zqLUEnKgc8t-_2UG-NughXXNoSPCYHJYJ6J5SEhKawoHKMpvK6iussZlPPLcRDW8gB7TgGWhk6khyphenhyphenFjgTN2WSJ/s1600/IMG_1058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0lftY8o9v0f-1VnP_psGZXz0XHzW26qGd5Plxtd9YWKamarud7zUH9zqLUEnKgc8t-_2UG-NughXXNoSPCYHJYJ6J5SEhKawoHKMpvK6iussZlPPLcRDW8gB7TgGWhk6khyphenhyphenFjgTN2WSJ/s400/IMG_1058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640024038262291426" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;">[New 5inch beauties]
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I think I managed to find a relatively good balance between work and fun this week. I got to spend another great weekend with my girlfriends; sunbathing in the Old Port, eating out in the village and chit-chatting over a good bottle of Sauvignon. Knowing that we won’t be able to see each other as often as soon as the semester starts (mind you in a few weeks), we all tried to enjoy each other’s company while we can. As for the redecoration going on at home, my parents are going through the color picking process for the rooms in the house. I just cannot wait till it’s all over and to finally see some results after hearing them bickering about it for the past month. I have another great weekend in store for me. It’s still summer afterall… :)
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLSd5TjPf1SgSuQGSdpL3SWO2XpZGmCwYUC53S9ttbbPBe77Z2g3kibRcxhZE2R75vogT-gHo3E6sLacf68OQA5ZGSfNFt-qT5HwsvrH5xt72gxIMdxZDjCw4kg8b-QMM84kjY8eiWkCB/s1600/IMG_1057.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLSd5TjPf1SgSuQGSdpL3SWO2XpZGmCwYUC53S9ttbbPBe77Z2g3kibRcxhZE2R75vogT-gHo3E6sLacf68OQA5ZGSfNFt-qT5HwsvrH5xt72gxIMdxZDjCw4kg8b-QMM84kjY8eiWkCB/s400/IMG_1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640024036163752210" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;">[Favorite shisha lounge/café in the city]
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZN150DtXarTAaDeyyJ3NvRSOsPBc61kAALu9VcDT8aeJI6YG1B29GSEjV5xvjebsJIq-5UbehadrAI9yivnnw0lyU_gDcMHiOmW_UF9PydlSs3lhTqbVVNTmQ16viLT2TQQwPLHCOSg92/s1600/IMG_1056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZN150DtXarTAaDeyyJ3NvRSOsPBc61kAALu9VcDT8aeJI6YG1B29GSEjV5xvjebsJIq-5UbehadrAI9yivnnw0lyU_gDcMHiOmW_UF9PydlSs3lhTqbVVNTmQ16viLT2TQQwPLHCOSg92/s400/IMG_1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640024030873757266" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;">[Weird English at the asian grocery store; Favor Swallow?]
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlukdUiAY01-ROdaOu7dHKmbpVxQ7l_0hADIfpjk6g4vf91nRkPg1j_DqUb52MGZKYLQ9_9kWHlEnoH8M61szxoLuPY_cZDFJtu8yqWtWH31SP979uscvQwznXW3_V5bwsf0e5MAjTwEW/s1600/IMG_1055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlukdUiAY01-ROdaOu7dHKmbpVxQ7l_0hADIfpjk6g4vf91nRkPg1j_DqUb52MGZKYLQ9_9kWHlEnoH8M61szxoLuPY_cZDFJtu8yqWtWH31SP979uscvQwznXW3_V5bwsf0e5MAjTwEW/s400/IMG_1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640024029821680498" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;">[Blueberry Boy Bait in the making]
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAQD9by4zspUwFvzI6oiIylzSBWohCenVtxjq_b1eQ3GqEOyD1BvH8A9vZkx6YsMHm30lfdI4odZvvtnAZzsNwuM5VYL3C8SAfzTsUYXM6g9QA8k6waJOWQY6TqbE0_wxYLtuMVCugQxw/s1600/IMG_1059.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAQD9by4zspUwFvzI6oiIylzSBWohCenVtxjq_b1eQ3GqEOyD1BvH8A9vZkx6YsMHm30lfdI4odZvvtnAZzsNwuM5VYL3C8SAfzTsUYXM6g9QA8k6waJOWQY6TqbE0_wxYLtuMVCugQxw/s400/IMG_1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640024044871778530" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;">[Very special package from Japan]</span></div>S'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12550479907670120040noreply@blogger.com1