the female perspective

He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect.

But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can.

He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break.

Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze.

Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there.

Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you

a perfect response to this:

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

hurt..

You know how it seems as though the people you love are always the ones hurting you?

I think it’s because they’re the only ones you care about enough, that what they do really get to you.

Some people are as good as dead to me. And I mourn over this loss.

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When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched as he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I’d never sing of love
If it does not exist

Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we’ve got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I’ve always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk

I’ve got a tight grip on reality,
but I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here
I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream

And I’m on my way to believing
Oh, and I’m on my way to believing

do whatever you feel, if it's real

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep people away. But to see who cares enough to tear those walls down.

Sometimes people prefer hiding behind their walls, and they don’t want others poking their nosy noses in.

Here’s a quote that I absolutely love. Because it’s so sweet, and also because Logan said it. (:

“Get out of my house. You have a problem with Veronica you leave. Actually you have a problem with Veronica, you’re pretty much dead to me so just like evaporate or something, I don’t know… That’s kind of a general invitation. You don’t like my girlfriend then… just start heading towards the rectangle with the knob.”

Don’t keep looking back cos you’ll just keep tripping over things right in front of you that you’ve missed.

the princess and the frog

Why did the movie end with scenes from Tiana’s Palace?

Made it seem as if she got it all..not only “what (was) truly important”. (: But fairytales always end this way.

The prince’s name was Naveen. I attempted to write a fairytale a few years back, and my main character was Naveen too, except she was a girl. (: I remember she was a simple village girl living in a rural setting. And she loved the calm streams with their pure reflections cast by the faint moonlight deep in the nights. She was a darling. Pity I didn’t get to finish the story before I got tired of dreaming.

Just watched this video of Pranav Mistry presenting his ideas (for SixthSense) at a TED talk. It made me cry.

These days, bits and pieces of my memories have been coming back to me. I wish I’d taken psychology, because maybe then I’ll know what allowed them to break down the walls within which I had them confined. These memories of people I had loved and who had loved me. But these memories feel about as tangible as dreams.

I think I dreamt about my past last night. But it was an amalgamation of elements from my past, my present and my dreams.

Is forget the same as not remembering? I don’t remember (now) what my dream was, but I think it will look for me again. So it means that I didn’t forget, right?

The last 13 months have been full of ups and downs.

Two nights ago, I found myself standing at one of the inevitable crossroads of life. Should I take the route on the left and succumb to conventions, or should I take the path to the right in search of what I believe in? I could see the end of the road straight ahead. A short abrupt end which seemed to mock me “hahaha you’re WRONG!!”

Our dreams, what are they? What really matters to me the most isn’t what ought to matter to me the most, not according to the societal definition in practice. I want peace in my life, and to be with people I love. I want love to last and not to end when novelty wears off.

Here’s my take on Mignon McLaughlin’s quote.

A fulfilling and happy life involves falling in love many times, always with the people who matter in your life.

We will have our fights, our disagreements. And most of all, moments where we take our loved ones for granted. But at these moments of weaknesses, hold strong to happy memories. Like the yellowed pages of letters and love-notes we keep scattered around the room, or the seemingly-everlasting pictures we store in our hard drives. These are real, and they remind us of the love we forget oh-so-momentarily.

We stray and wander. We yell and cry. And we pray and wonder.

Love isn’t like a polaroid. It doesn’t fade inevitably.

I chose to take the right path, because I’m stubborn like that.

60 things a girl wants, but wont say.

1. Touch her waist.
2. Actually talk to her.
3. Share secrets with her.
4. Give her 1 of your sweatshirts
5. Kiss her slowly.
6. Hug her.
7. Hold her.
8. Laugh with her.
9. Invite her everywhere.
10. Hangout with her and your friends together.
11. Smile with her.
12. Take pictures with her.
13. Pull her onto your lap.
14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back.
15. When her friends say i love her more than you, deny it. fight back and hug her tight so she can’t get to her friends. it makes her feel loved.
16. Always hug her and say hi whenever you see her.
17. Kiss her unexpectedly.
18. Hug her from behind around the waist.
19. Tell her she’s beautiful.
20. Tell her the way you feel about her.
21. Open doors for her, walk her to her car (if any)- it makes her feel protected, plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman.
22. Tell her she’s your everything – ONLY if you mean it.
23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her- if she denies something being wrong, it means she doesnt want to talk about it yet– so just hug her.
24. Make her feel loved.
25. Kiss her in front of other girls you know
26. DON’T lie to her
27. DON’T cheat on her!
28. Take her ANYWHERE she wants
29. Text message or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at work {or school}, and how much you MISS her.
30. Be there for her whenever she needs you, & even when she doesn’t need you, just be there so she’ll know that she can always count on you.
31. Hold her close when she’s cold so she can hold you too.
32. When you are ALONE hold her close and kiss her.
33. Kiss her on the cheek.
34. While in the movies, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.
35. Dont ever tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you’re mad. If she’s upset, comfort her.
36. When people diss her, stand up for her.
37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her.
38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so you can cuddle.
39. When walking next to each other grab her hand.
40. When you hug her hold her in your arms as long as possible
41. Call or text her every night to wish her sweet dreams
42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.
43. Take her for long walks at night.
44. Always remind her how much you love her.
45. Sit on top of her and tell her how much you love her and then bend down to her face and kiss her while sitting on her.
46. Rub her back (it feels good)
47. Give her your coat if she’s cold,thats always cute
48. Write letters on her back with your finger it feels good ;D
49. Let her sit on your lap
50. Dont poke her hard…but if you want to mess around just do it lightly.
51. Hold her hand in public
52. Even if she looks bad one day tell her she’s Beautiful
53. Keep conversations flowing…talk about anything usually they just go along with it.
54. If their hair is in their face move it out of her face and then kiss her passionately and gently.
55. Ssneak up on her and hug her from behind.
56. Kiss her in the rain.
57. Pick her up like in The Notebook and kiss her.
58. Slow dance with no music
59. Don’t ignore her or be nervous around her–everything is going to be okay.
60. Love her, kiss her, hold her, and you’ll be good to go. ;D

the happiness and the melancholy

“I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.”

– J.D. Salinger (The Catcher In The Rye

“I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.”

– J.D. Salinger (The Catcher In The Rye)

I always wonder what it is about certain books that enable them to work their magic on us. I wasn’t a fiction person, but I became one after reading The Gargoyle. But a few books later, I’m back to where I was. Books bore me to an unbelievable extent sometimes.

I like books that talk about medieval times. Better still if the characters are able to transcend the boundaries of time and travel from the medieval times to the present. And back and forth. I like to imagine myself in their shoes, and I like to wonder how my life would have been if I had been there, then.

I like books that are touching. Better still if they are anecdotes of angels, or simply just people who have opened their eyes to their surroundings. I like books like The Last Lecture, 5 People You Meet in Heaven, Thirteen Reasons Why. And I like it when I feel involved as one of the characters, yet distanced through the fact that I’m simply a spectator.

I’m searching for the path to take in my life now. My path isn’t like that of most people. 

I don’t see the reason behind their paths.

And my friend just said, “Life’s tough.” (Though admittedly, that was really taken out of context)

I love nights. Nights are when most people are sleeping, and you don’t feel the pressure of the senseless rat race that we are all entwined in. Nights are when the gentle breeze reminds you that there is more to life than materialistic achievements, and that happiness isn’t far from anyone.

Happiness, she is all around us.

But mostly, we choose to ignore her existence.

victory is mine!

I love Stewie hehe he’s so cute. Hmm I had the best sleep last night since forever, so I’m in a really awesome mood today. (: Really in the mood to watch something Disney though. ):

Just did something really silly – plugged in the earphones into the wrong jack and played music. The exchange students at the same table giggled. ^^ Glad to be of service.

Reading quotes is so much more interesting than studying! Exchange students seem to be really studious :S Weird.

If you’re one in a million, there are six thousand people exactly like you.

Don’t be humble. You’re not that great.

Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.

Someone who thinks logically, provides a nice contrast to the real world.

You were looking good from afar.. now you’re far from looking good.

I like you. People say I’ve got no taste, but I like you.

Nothing is more discouraging than unappreciated sarcasm.

It is easier to get forgiveness than permission.

Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.

Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.

Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.

Sarcasm helps keep you from telling people what you really think of them.

I’m impressed, I’ve never met such a small mind inside such a big head before.

Those who cast the votes decide nothing. Those who count the votes decide everything.

and she goes

Most of our life is a series of images. They pass us by like towns on the highway. But sometimes, a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment… every part of it… will live on forever.

Sometimes when you’re young, you think nothing can hurt you. It’s like being invincible. Your whole life is ahead of you, and you have big plans. Big plans. To find your perfect match. The one that completes you. But as you get older, you realize it’s not always that easy. It’s not until the end of your life that you realize how the plans you made were simply plans. At the end, when you’re looking back instead of forward, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe that you’re leaving something good behind. You want it all to have mattered.

i love weddings

Weddings make me dizzy with happiness. :p Even if I’m not invited, and even if I don’t actually know the people getting married. It’s just the ideal notion of two people in love promising to be in love with each other that triggers the flush of hormones in my system.

Anddd oh well, luck is as luck goes. Stayed home all day (with pizza and chips) and the moment I step out of the house, delivery appears 😦

I’ve re-fallen in love with Gossip Girl (only because of their lovely clothes).

If you’re always looking for reasons not to be with somebody, then you’ll always find them, but at some point maybe you should let go and give your heart what it deserves.

If you’re always looking for reasons not to be with somebody, then you’ll always find them, but at some point maybe you should let go and give your heart what it deserves

You looked at her like you never looked at me. And you kissed her like you’ve never kissed me.

Often, the questions we’re afraid to ask are the ones we already know the answers to.

I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.

I love you!!

dance with my father

Here’s a song I’d like to dedicate to all the daughters and sons who miss their fathers.

Back when I was a child

Before life removed all the innocence

My father would lift me high

And dance with my mother and me and then

Spin me around till I fell asleep

Then up the stairs he would carry me

And I knew for sure

I was loved

If I could get another chance

Another walk, another dance with him

I’d play a song that would never, ever end

How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again

When I and my mother would disagree

To get my way I would run from her to him

He’d make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah, yeah

Then finally make me do just what my mama said

Later that night when I was asleep

He left a dollar under my sheet

Never dreamed that he

Would be gone from me

If I could steal one final glance

One final step, one final dance with him

I’d play a song that would never, ever end

Cause I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again

Sometimes I’d listen outside her door

And I’d hear her, mama cryin’ for him

I pray for her even more than me

I pray for her even more than me

I know I’m prayin for much too much

But could You send back the only man she loved

I know You don’t do it usually

But Lord, she’s dying to dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep

And this is all I ever dream