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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Just read this somewhere...

makes a LOT of sense!

"this is what you need to do: stop giving a shit about the perceptions that others might have of you, just because it's Valentines Day. Today is just like any other day, except men and women alike drain their bank accounts in feeble attempts to show their special someone that they "care". Last time I checked, love wasn't measured by how many boxes of chocolate and goofy looking teddy bears you bought for someone. If you're single go out and enjoy yourself. Treat yourself to a nice dinner, a massage, etc. You don't need someone in your life in order to enjoy Valentines Day."

Monday, January 7, 2013

Mamihlapinatapei

The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.

Beautiful.

Monday, October 15, 2012

You can be the peanut butter to my jelly

You can be the peanut butter to my jelly (:

I love this song :) Totally describes how I feel. Dedicated to my one n only, xox

Verse1
You can be the peanut butter to my jelly
You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly
You can be the captain
And I can be your first mate
You can be the chills that I feel on our first date

You can be the hero
And I can be your sidekick
You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split
You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'
Or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'

Chorus
Don't know if I could ever be
Without you 'cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see
That we're all we need
'Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry

'Cause you're the one for me, for me
And I'm the one for you, for you
You take the both of us, of us
And we're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two

Verse 2
You can be the prince and I can be your princess
You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist
You can be the shoes and I can be the laces
You can be the heart that I spill on the pages
You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser
You can be the pencil and I can be the paper
You can be as cold as the winter weather
But I don't care as long as we're together

Verse 3
You know that I'll never doubt ya
And you know that I think about ya
And you know I can't live without ya
I love the way that you smile
And maybe in just a while
I can see me walk down the aisle

'Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry

'Cause you're the one for me, for me
And I'm the one for you, for you
You take the both of us, of us
And we're the perfect two
<3

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Doctor Doctor!

I've decided to write a book. Here is the first chapter - or a part of the first chapter anyway!

Smokey. She was hot, in a subtle yet smokin' kinda way. She was unaware of the way her hair blew effortlessly in the wind, her bold glasses framing her hazel eyes with the long lashes brushing against the lenses, the kohl outlining their almond shape. Of course, she didn't know that's what they called her. The men looked at her with a gaze that would make anyone uncomfortable but she never noticed; she was in her own bubble. She worked hard, barely spoke to anyone, kept to herself, trying to remain focused on her dreams and aspirations of becoming a professional so that one day she could lure and charm that one guy who would add meaning and purpose to her sometimes dull life.

She was a doctor, as was he. They roamed the same halls, retracing each other steps but they never exchanged glances, let alone words. He was always flashing flirty smiles at the nurses, residents and the gorgeous Dr Ra-Re made his knees weak. She was married of course, just like him, but it was no secret that he was mere putty in her slender hands. When she sat studying in the library her mind often drifted to the good doctor's office, and one day she absent-mindedly let herself go have him check out her eyes. Dr Strangelove approached as Smokey sat opposite him, and she could feel a strong, almost magnetic, pull even with the gadgetry between them. Moving her eyes into place she was almost grateful for the slit lamp, though she couldn't help but wish it wasn't there. He asked her the regular questions, about having finished her medical degree, he'd taught her of course, but a conversation! It made her heart flutter. "You have beautiful eyes," he said, "they're a door way to your soul." Her breathing slowed, as she wondered if they revealed perhaps too much. Slowly he held her head, his fingers gently grazing her lashes as he brought it into place, examining each eye with an intense focus. His fingers sent sparks coursing through her, she felt her heart beat race, and only once he moved away did she realise she'd been holding her breath. What was she doing? He was married, and he had a reputation. She shook her head, erasing the inappropriate thoughts running through her mind, she needed to get back to studying. She thanked him for his time before he could tell her to have her glasses changed, and tripping over her own feet she made a quick exit.

Still in her own world she was rounding the corner back to the library when she bumped into Frumpy. That wasn't his name of course, it was just how he appeared, and so she'd named him that in her own world. He was manly, with his square jaw, again, didn't have the best reputation but she had an inkling he was misunderstood. As she processed all this information, he held her shoulders, almost peeling her off of his big frame, asking if she was alright; she looked shaken. He asked if he could get her something, but she was so dumbfounded that he was even asking, clearly unaware of the pull she had on him, that she bowed her head down walking past as if nothing had happened.

As she sat uncomfortably in the wooden library chairs, staring at medical books, the words making no sense, reading line after line for the twelfth time, she decided her mind was surely in the gutter. Little did she know that the two men that had made her heart race and her lungs cease to function were going to play such a vital role in the next few years of her life, causing immense heartache and sorrow but they would also bring an equal amount of joy. They would be the source of her worries but they'd also make her smile and feel special; like a woman. She'd finally know that she too could be wanted. But for now she was clueless, trying to focus on memorising the pages lying open before her.