chopped almost 2 inches off and hello bangs!
Even though I am not a fan of blackberries, but aren’t these cupcakes in a jar too cute? Gotta try this someday!!!
Source & Credits to Glorious Treats.
spent the last day of June at Henry Congressional with a cuppa darjeeling white tea, a cranberry chocolate chip cookie & a banana nutella panini. hello July!
“When you have been fighting a lot, sometimes even worse than just misunderstandings. You wouldn’t even bother to text nor give a minute to talk over the phone. It feels like you have no care for him/her anymore.. No one wants to say they’re sorry.. Your pride comes first, but after a lot of thinking and self-realizations over a day, you simply can’t last to end a day without even thinking and missing that person. How you really wanted to talk things out and be okay again. That for whatever reason, you still wanted him/her for the rest of your life, no matter how situations might turn out. For as long as both of you are not giving up and are willing to go stronger for each other no matter what … that’s love.”
"I want to make you happy, I want to wipe your tears away when you’re sad, I want to make things right and truly make an effort to make things right when I’ve done wrong, I want to come up to you and hug you from the back, I want to hold your hand when we are walking, I want to look at you while you are not looking and kiss you, I want to remember what you like and what you don’t, I want to patiently work out our differences without screaming or shouting our heads off, I want to tell you that I miss and love you whenever I can, I want to spend most of my time with you and make you feel like a priority, not an option.
I could go on forever. And I thank God that I wouldn’t have known all the above if not for you. Nothing makes me happier than to be with you.”
"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?