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In the words of Frederick Perls, “I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.”

This is a personal blog of sorts. Over here, I post my random thoughts and my amateurish attempts at creative writing and photography (and some photography notes). I also post or reblog music and videos that appeal to me. On top of that, I reblog (in no particular order of preference): nonsense that makes me LOL or go WTF; meaningful quotes; beautiful words of others; gorgeous photos taken by others for my collection of travel inspirations, especially of Notting Hill, Sausalito and Tasmania; charming interior design; mouth-watering food pictures; small/girly/word tattoos; make up tips; pretty hair; wearable swimwear; gowns and dresses to die for; beautiful wedding moments; and just about anything to do with love. And then of course, there are posts on my kind of guys, especially those of my favourite ones: David Cook, Ryan Reynolds, JGL, Ryan Gosling, Adam Levine and Joseph Chang 张孝全. Sometimes, there would be posts on pretty babes in the likes of Shu Qi, Scarlett Johansson, Barbara Palvin and Astrid Berges-Frisbey.

In other news, this is my to-do-list amidst my many notes-to-self. Everything else that doesn't fall under the above goes here; That just about sums it all. Oh ya, no matter what, please don't click on the posts tagged "Shit You". They are not fun. Really.

And now, meet my latest love - fitspo posts.


takingcareofsammy: mishalmoorebloggyblog: As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival) A sweet lesson on patience. A NYC Taxi driver wrote:I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboardbox filled with photos and glassware.‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drivethrough downtown?’‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.They must have been expecting her.I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.‘Nothing,’ I said‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. i am crying
aseaofquotes: Ellen Hopkins, Perfect
Lilys of the Field: There's no love, in teenager--

lilysofthefield:

We change from child to teenager and our biggest worry is the school dance we didn’t get asked out to, or perhaps we would have but the note got lost in between forth period and recess. It was given to Sally who gave it to John who gave it to Tiffany, who sits next to you in on the bus ride home,…

misskellygreen: metalintheflesh: This is my youngest daughter, Ava.  I felt that I needed to share the conversation she and I had after a school field trip today. Ava: Mommy, we saw Princesses skating on the ice!! Me: Wow!!  Did you have fun? Ava: Yeah, but there is a best part!! Me: What was it? Ava: We got to meet the Princesses and I asked Snow White if she had a boyfriend. Me: (Laughing) Did you?  What did she say? Ava: She said she did and then she asked me if I had one!! And I said I had one, but I didn’t like him any more.   Me: Oh.  Well, how come you don’t like him anymore? Ava: Because I like my other friend now and then I got scared and asked her if I could still be a princess and she asked why so I told her that my friend I like is a girl and I want to have a girlfriend. Me: (a bit surprised) Oh.  Ok, well what did she tell you? Ava: That’s the best part!  She said that as long as I have love I already AM a Princess!!
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