Thursday, July 24, 2008

My younger sister is now officially a nurse!

All the hard work, the fretting, the stressing
and the nightmares was worth it all!

You are now officially:

A nurse.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


I don't want to go!


I don't.


I don't.


Thursday, July 17, 2008

Of twilight and new moon

I'm such a sucker for surprises.

I get all giddy and I can't seem to stop fidgeting and acting like a 3 year old all over again -very close to bouncing all over the place but still has the decency to stop myself from doing so. Hands almost too itchy to open a brightly colored box, or that gut feel in the pit of my stomach that something is brewing but I just can't put my finger on it.

But what I didn't count on was a surprise I got yesterday afternoon.

It wasn't the most grandiose of things, but it did move me. So much so that I cried a little. Maybe some would think of this as something too shallow to shed some tears on or that I am much too easy. Well, for some parts of my life, yes I am easy to please and much to my chagrin, I know that there are parts of me that seems insatiable much to the dismay of others.

But don't let me digress.

Just the other day, I was devouring the book (which I heard is the latest craze next to the Harry Potter mania) I was careful not to finish the said book in a day because I know that I won't be able to go out anytime soon to purchase the second book if I finish it too fast. Unfortunately, reading is much too delicious for me, I barely have the will power to stop reading until the last page (Given that the book is of course able to pique my interest) So much to say, I did finish the book yesterday. I was at home thinking when I will be able to read the next one, when a Demi-God came with book two at hand.

Yes, yesterday I received a book.

But to me it wasn't just any book. It was the gesture. It was unexpected, it was purchased with me specifically in mind, and it was thoughtful.
I was downright touched.

As I was getting ready to sleep last night (of course after reading quite a few chapters of my new book), I realize that it still holds true for me, it's not the dates in fancy hotels, nor the flashy cars.
In reality, I'd rather curl up in bed with a good book on my lap, be able to glance up every now and then to check what my partner is doing and look forward to an afternoon nap after the pillow talks and warm warm kisses.