“I want a love that is by my side, holding my hand and squeezing it tight or playing footsies with me under the table when they think our friends aren’t watching. I want a love that is never too mature to play footsies with me, to blow me a kiss or to smooch like the Eskimos do, a love that never wants to grow up all the way. I want a love that has been through Friday and Saturday and plans to still enjoy the weekend, to make the most out of the little time that life has to offer us. I want a love that is always ready for more, even if that includes another round, but knows when we’ve had enough, when the time for bed and more cartoons is nigh. I want a love that will still be there on Monday, ready to stay in bed as long as life will allow. I want a love that knows the Funday never has to end, that Sunday can last for the rest of your life. ”
You should never let a girl walk away because one day she will leave for good.
“When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved less?”
Source - ThoughtCatalog
A full view of Kata Beach from my awesome hotel room!
One of my favorite photo from the trip. Love the vintage feel of the old shophouses and the Volkswagen Beetle. Truly a picture perfect moment! :)
I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or any time before the sky finds its identity, really. A Tuesday kind of love that isn’t indulgent, one that doesn’t stop the earth from spinning but maybe keeps us grounded in spite of all that uncontrollable movement.
I want to split the bill and pay the bills and not get lost in some unsustainable delusion where the rest of our lives become inconsequential. I want us to be human, I want to argue, I want to take too long in the shower. I want to hear about the horrific lines at the DMV, about a boss who doesn’t get it, about plans to pick up the laundry after work. I want stories of strangers on the bus, of a child who looked lost but turned out not to be, of chance encounters with high school classmates because these seemingly colorless instances are meaningful when filtered through the eyes of someone I care about. A Tuesday kind of love, breathing relevance into otherwise monotonous moments.
A Tuesday kind of love is this: commuting to work knowing that someone cares about what you’re going to have for lunch; understanding that you do not have to be your dynamic, charming, weekend self this time; this time you can butcher sentences and make bad jokes and trip over thin air and it won’t change anything. A Tuesday kind of love is when weekends and weekdays are one and the same, expanses of time where unpredictable, irreplaceable closeness exists, swells, bursts. Tuesday is directionless conversation about things that happened five hours or five years ago; it’s knowing where he keeps his receipts and when he has a doctor appointment; it’s ordering Chinese food or taking his parents out for dinner because they’re in town or forgetting to eat because you’re full of each other’s words and there’s just no room for anything else.
I don’t want to dream through our lives together, don’t want to sleep in, don’t want to put on my sunglasses and pretend that life’s a vacation. The fantasy is that I want to exist in reality; the fantasy is to be there for someone on a Sunday morning but also on a Tuesday night, when the haze and laze of the weekend has worn thin and seems far away as ever. I want a Tuesday kind of love.
Source - ThoughtCatalog
After several incidents today, I have concluded that being honest and straightforward isn’t really a good thing. Your so-called honesty and straightforward attitude may be seen as being mean, rude and tactless.
What a shame! I thought honesty is a virtue?
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day
Shakespeare - Twelfth Night
How can I trust and count on someone who doesn’t even stand up and fight for me?
1. Some people just don’t want to be your friend
Everyone has that one friend we always feel rejected by. We constantly try to make plans with them to hang out but we’re always met with some explanation of “You know, this week is just really insane. I could do a lunch from 2:10 to 2:20 three weeks from now though…” They make themselves seem like the busiest person on Planet Earth. Busier than James Franco! How could they ever have a moment to see a friend for drinks? Don’t you just know how positively swamped they are?! You’re so insensitive, flaunting around your balanced life of work and socializing. The Busiest Person On Earth is preoccupied with canceling plans to hang out and walking swiftly to Very Important Places—places that you can’t come to!
Yeah, this is a load of BS. I know you’re trying to keep the friendship flame alive but you should just stop trying and salvage some dignity. No one is ever too busy to hang out with someone they genuinely want to see. You make time for the right people. You prioritize. If a friend is constantly flaking, they’re basically telling you that they’re just not that interested in maintaining the friendship. Sowwy.
2. You can’t change people…most of the time
Human beings have this nasty habit of wanting to save other people. We think that with the right amount of TLC, we can change the foundation of someone’s personality and mold them into being the perfect partner.
Well, newsflash: it ain’t true. While a good relationship should cause both parties to make improvements, you can’t date a fixer-upper expecting a Persian Palace at the end of it. People only change if they want to. It doesn’t matter how many reassuring love pats you give them. If they’re not down to be, like, a good person, all your hard work is essentially fruitless. Go get a new hobby. Preferably something that’s not so detrimental to your self-esteem.
3. You’re a terrible drunk.
If you’re one of those people who, when they drink, morphs into a wild, scary animal, chances are you got some problems and drinking is only magnifying them. Getting wasted shouldn’t cause to you turn into something unrecognizable. It should just make you looser, happier, stupid, and starving. But hearing a friend tell you that you’re scary/annoying when you’re drunk NEVER feels good. In your mind, you’re just really wild! The life of the party! Everyone’s on the same level as you, right? Um, no. You’re a hot mess. Please stop drinking.
4. You’re in a crappy relationship
This is a really sticky situation. How do you tell a close friend that they’re in a terrible relationship? Not just garden variety “Your special person is lame and we don’t really click!” but like “Your special person is not special. They’re actually ruining your life!” No one wants to hear that! Need I remind you that love is deaf, dumb, and blind?! When you’re in a bad relationship, you learn to rationalize all of it. In your mind, it’s fine and even if you’re aware of it being unhealthy, you’re used to it so back off, concerned friends! You’re just jealous! You wish you could be loved like this! Um, yeah. People are crazy when they’re sleeping with crazy people. This is a truth no one likes to hear and it’d probably be best to just wait it out until your friend comes to their senses. If they get engaged, you can put your foot down, I guess.
5. Yeah, that outfit does make you look weird
Am I the only one who likes to be told when an outfit makes my body look weird? If you’re my friend, it’s your job to tell me if the clothes I’m wearing aren’t doing me any favors. This isn’t about me thinking I’m fat. It’s about the very real deceptive nature of clothes. A pair of jeans can make you look ten pounds heavier or lighter. A shirt, depending on how it’s cut, is going to either make me look buff or dumpy. So tell me the truth. I can handle the truth!
Source - ThoughtCatalog
Awesome Sunday started off with lunch at Beach Road Prawn Mee, The Plain for coffee, wandered off to Duxton Hill, Berry Good Waffles and Gryphon Earl Grey Tea at ReStore Living, retail therapy in town and lastly Japanese dinner in Sushi Tei at The Big Splash.
All photos taken with Canon 60d, unedited.
You always remind me that no matter what happens, I have friends like you to count on. I don’t know what I have done to deserve all your kindness but I appreciate it and am full of gratitude. 爱死你了！❤❤❤