X'mas Love.


Hey angel in the snow, I'm under the mistletoe. You are the one for my very own Christmas love. Tell Santa I'm cool this year. My present is standing right here. Thank God above for my very own Christmas Love. -Justin Bieber

I find it strange that the holidays are so notoriously “tough” for singles like me. Valentine’s Day, eh? Alright, I understand that slightly more so, but what is it about the stretch between Thanksgiving and New Years Eve that has people existentially pondering their memberships in the Lonely Hearts Club and forlornly watching the snow accumulate out their windows or better yet hoping it'll snow in this tropical country? Somebody cue the “All By Myself” (I’ll be at the lounge). HAHAHAHA


Mr. Nice Guy.

Nice guys finish last because they make sure their women came first.

Most of my blog posts is about love, voicing out girl's point of view or the side of the ladies who happens to be in the same situation as me or their situation that I'm relating to. I don't want to be so bias so this post will be about the gentlemen. The guys' turn now. *smiles I have a handful of guy friends too. && I think it would be nice to know more about their side every once in a while considering the fact that they also suffers a lot of drama on their lives. *winks Obviously I'm not a sexist, i respect and value each other's principle. So lets just say that i'm trying to exercise a good balance on this blog. :)

Usually we see the “nice guy” in love with a “good girl”, but the “good girl” is in love with a jerk. The jerk gets the girl, crushes her heart and the good guy is there to mend the pain. Now this is when she will either fall in love with the “nice guy” cause she realized he was there for her the entire time, or (in most cases) she will fall in love with another jerk, who will also crush her heart, and the “nice guy” is there to mend her pain again. This happens oh so very often. It must be irritating and frustrating for the “nice guys” to always experience this.

Hopeless Romantic.


I love that look people get when they’re thinking about someone they like. That dreamy eyed, surfacing smile, floaty look. I love their blinks, and how it looks like they’re brushing stars away from their sight. I love the hesitant breathing. I find it cute that, in their mind, they’re not where they are, but where they want to be.