Numbers 1, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12.  Especially number 7.

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Polished

I love nail polish. It makes me happy and light-hearted. It turns all that seem wrong in the world right again. However, there are days that even the prettiest and sparkliest of colors cannot jump start. Today was like that. I really hope this week would sneak up on me with something happy.

For now, I will watch Midnight in Paris.

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The Fault in our Stars

Last Monday I started reading John Green's newest book, The Fault in our stars.  It was so good; I couldn't put it down for the life of me until I am done.  I love everything about it.  I especially love the characters and the amazing timing where I fall in love with each of them as the book progress.

I find so much of my current self in Hazel.  I love the fact that she'd rather stay at home and read books or watch a marathon of reality tv than go out.  Sure she's sick and I am not - but still, staying home wins for me.  Augustus is incredibly wonderful and generous and ultimately likable for all the right reason.  Now, Isaac is a delightful surprise.  He is a secondary character but whenever he pops in the page, I am always certain I will love him.

I know it is still pretty early in the year, but this book could easily be one of my favorites this year.


♥  In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people in your life.


♥  There is no shortage of fault to be found in our stars.


♥  You don't get to choose if your get hurt in this world, but your do have some say in who hurts you.

lol

So, I've been thinking of disabling my facebook - again. Then I saw this and I lol'd.

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Quote-Unquote

This month, I finished reading 7 books and I think I'd like to write down the quotes from these really wonderful books.


The Help -  Kathryn Stocket

♥  You is kind.  You is smart.  You is important
♥  All I'm saying is, kindness have no boundaries
♥  That's the way prayer do. It's like electricity, it keep things going.


Between shades of Grey - Ruta Sepetys

♥  You stand for what is right, Lina, without the expectation of gratitude or reward.
♥  Sometimes kindness can be delivered in a clumsy way.
♥  A wrongdoing doesn't give us the right to do wrong.


House Rules - Jodi Picoult

♥  But I do.  A part of being social means being civil to someone you don't like.  That's stupid.  It's a huge world.  Why not get up and walk away?
♥  Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf.  There's only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.
♥  The expression on people's faces are not always reflections of how they feel inside.


Before I fall - Lauren Oliver

♥  Hope keeps you alive
♥  That's the thing about best friends.  That's the way they do.  They keep you from spinning off the edge.


The Choice - Suzanne Woods Fisher

♥  Feelings follow intention
♥  God's loyol love couldn't have run out, his merciful love couldn't have dried up.  They're created new every morning.  How great your faithfulness!


Sister - Rosamund Lupton

♥  Nothin is as lonely as a phone that didn't ring.
♥  Time stops making any sense when someone you love has died.
♥  Our mind is who we are; it's where we feel and think and believe.  It's where we have love and hate and faith and passion.

stats

I have read 7 books since the beginning of the year

I downloaded 6 of my favorite movies and put  them safely in my device

• Amelie
• The Breakfast Club
• Fiddler on the roof
• Juno
• Mighty Ducks 2
• Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

I have watched Nick and Norah about 7 times in the past month and mostly same number for the  Breakfast club

I have seen Midnight in Paris 4 times and have decided to go visit the place someday

I listen to Lenka and Adele and Taylor Swift every single day, with a bit of Alphabeat in between.

This basically says I have no life.  I like it though.  I like books and movies and music.  I love putting my headset on and getting lost on other people's imagination.  Now if you'll excuse me,  I have Jane Austen to re-read and the Help to watch. 

sometimes

sometimes friendships are curious things.

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that moment

You know that moment when you cannot help but think you are getting older and there is nothing you can do about it? I am in that space.

I am not thinking any particular thing. Nothing specific, my mind is just doodles of thoughts and notes and stuff that is not even solid.

I havent been sleeping well the past few weeks. Not good. I read to kill time and to stop my wandering mind from running wild again. Reading is good for me. It is something to do. An escape.

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Rafael Aiden

On January 7, my friend Bianca gave birth to a very cute and healthy baby boy! 

     here he is being all cutiepatootie

                  with his mama :)

        and of course one with tita G! 

         the gang when we came to visit 

          the gorgeous baby and mama

Rafael,

Welcome to this crazy world. It should be fun! :)

Luv,

from all of us

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Seeking Wisdom [Repost]

I have been following The Wild and Wily ways of a brunette bombshell since forever and just this week she posted something really nice in her blog which I will now repost here. :)

Original text came from this blog.



Dear Sugar,



I read your column religiously. I’m 22. From what I can tell by your writing, you’re in your early 40s. My question is short and sweet: what would you tell your 20-something self if you could talk to her now?Love,


Seeking Wisdom





Dear Seeking Wisdom,

Stop worrying about whether you’re fat. You’re not fat. Or rather, you’re sometimes a little bit fat, but who gives a shit? There is nothing more boring and fruitless than a woman lamenting the fact that her stomach is round. Feed yourself. Literally. The sort of people worthy of your love will love you more for this, sweet pea.

In the middle of the night in the middle of your twenties when your best woman friend crawls naked into your bed, straddles you, and says, You should run away from me before I devour you, believe her.

You are not a terrible person for wanting to break up with someone you love. You don’t need a reason to leave. Wanting to leave is enough. Leaving doesn’t mean you’re incapable of real love or that you’ll never love anyone else again. It doesn’t mean you’re morally bankrupt or psychologically demented or a nymphomaniac. It means you wish to change the terms of one particular relationship. That’s all. Be brave enough to break your own heart.

When that really sweet but fucked up gay couple invites you over to their cool apartment to do ecstasy with them, say no.

There are some things you can’t understand yet. Your life will be a great and continuous unfolding. It’s good you’ve worked hard to resolve childhood issues while in your twenties, but understand that what you resolve will need to be resolved again. And again. You will come to know things that can only be known with the wisdom of age and the grace of years. Most of those things will have to do with forgiveness.

One evening you will be rolling around on the wooden floor of your apartment with a man who will tell you he doesn’t have a condom. You will smile in this spunky way that you think is hot and tell him to fuck you anyway. This will be a mistake for which you alone will pay.


Don’t lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don’t have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue. You are a writer because you write. Keep writing and quit your bitching. Your book has a birthday. You don’t know what it is yet.

You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.

One hot afternoon during the era in which you’ve gotten yourself ridiculously tangled up with heroin you will be riding the bus and thinking what a worthless piece of crap you are when a little girl will get on the bus holding the strings of two purple balloons. She’ll offer you one of the balloons, but you won’t take it because you believe you no longer have a right to such tiny beautiful things. You’re wrong. You do.

Your assumptions about the lives of others are in direct relation to your naïve pomposity. Many people you believe to be rich are not rich. Many people you think have it easy worked hard for what they got. Many people who seem to be gliding right along have suffered and are suffering. Many people who appear to you to be old and stupidly saddled down with kids and cars and houses were once every bit as hip and pompous as you.


When you meet a man in the doorway of a Mexican restaurant who later kisses you while explaining that this kiss doesn’t “mean anything” because, much as he likes you, he is not interested in having a relationship with you or anyone right now, just laugh and kiss him back. Your daughter will have his sense of humor. Your son will have his eyes.

The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.

One Christmas at the very beginning of your twenties when your mother gives you a warm coat that she saved for months to buy, don’t look at her skeptically after she tells you she thought the coat was perfect for you. Don’t hold it up and say it’s longer than you like your coats to be and too puffy and possibly even too warm. Your mother will be dead by spring. That coat will be the last gift she gave you. You will regret the small thing you didn’t say for the rest of your life.





Say thank you.





Yours,
Sugar



♥ Be brave enough to break your own heart.
♥ Don’t lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don’t have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue.
♥ Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.