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“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”

  • May 22nd 2012
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    You know I love you when in a cold summer night, I’d give my blanket to you.

    I love you, little guy.

    May 20th 2012
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    Keepsakes

    Celebrated the end of summer classes with pasta and chicken, a horror flick, an evening visit to my friend’s high school, and some cupcakes (left: Vade’s blueberry, right: my red velvet cupcake).

    May 7th 2012
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    Wishlist

    Nick Hornby - High Fidelity

    John Green - The Fault In Our Stars

    Jack Kerouac - On The Road

    Maureen Corrigan - Leave Me Alone, I’m Reading

    Jane Austen - Persuasion

    Kyung-Sook Shin - Please Look After Mom

    Jeffrey Eugenides - The Virgin Suicides

    F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby; This Side Of Paradise

    May 4th 2012
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    SPOTTED: Captain America

    The guy has some serious guts! I love it! I’m currently in a state of self-inflicted Chris Evans-fever (if there is such thing), so when I saw this guy carrying the ‘Captain America shield’-esque backpack, I just had to take get into stalker mode and take a photo.

    Apr 28th 2012
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    Evening Shots

    23April2012 - by the pool

    28April2012 - by the beach

    Apr 19th 2012
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    Poetry is a mode of reading, not of writing. We can read a poem into anything. A poet is someone skilled in manipulating that innate human capacity to make things sign. They advertise the significance of the form in its shape or speech, build in enough strangeness and intrigue to have the reader read in, enough familiarity not to repel them, and calculate enough reward for their effort. But so much poetry now is all advertisement, or all familiarity, or all strangeness, or all calculation.
  • - Don Paterson, The Book of Shadows (via distantheartbeats)
  • Apr 11th 2012
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    To my best friends…who I miss dearly

    “I love my friends, and even more, how they make me feel. I like the Saturdays I spend with them and our 2-hour lunches at McDonald’s. I like how we say ‘tara na’, but then no one wants to get up, so we end up staying longer, for more hours. I like how we cried begging our parents for a sleepover. I like it when someone goes, and everyone goes too. I like how we make fun of each other. I like it when one of us sings a song out loud, and the lyrics are wrong. I like how we share perfume. I like how we go to unplanned trips. I like how our group studies turn out to be food-fests. I like how we always always eat. I like how we laugh at our laughs. I like how we’re not afraid to laugh and how we always laugh out loud. I like how we can’t keep secrets to each other. I like how we don’t make each other do bad things…alone ♥”

    I actually wrote that a very long time ago - on Thursday, November 11, 2010 to be exact, while I was probably in a very happy mood. I’m reposting this today because I’m not feeling very happy, to be honest I haven’t been in a long time, and I really want to remember how it’s like to be that happy again.

    Apr 7th 2012
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    Photo Diary - April Week 1 Pt. 2

    Saturday

    Apr 7th 2012
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    Photo Diary - April Week 1 Pt. 1

    Sunday - Joana Erika, a.k.a. my running buddy, arrived. :)

    Monday - Got new training shoes. My nonexistent shorts pile also received an upgrade. Lazy self likes wearing shorts now.

    Tuesday - Play date with the kids. Slept under the stars.

    Wednesday - Pasta with my girl friends Abby and Cindy. In addition to Italian lunch, we also had Japanese ice cream, coffee and well, our eyebrows trimmed.

    Thursday - Stayed at home for movies. Walked around the village with my cousins, who, coincidentally, were both wearing my old shirts.

    Friday - Took another stroll around the village, this time the old folks joined in.

    Mar 29th 2012
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    It’s reunion time!

    Still smiling (and taking photos) even after an unlucky day (heavy rain + blackout, anyone?).

    Nicole, who shamelessly dance dared people at the mall. Haha!

    We just had to try the photobooth.

    Each of us got wings, too. :)

    And of course, what is a sleepover without an embarrassing sleeping photo?