Left Brain- Right Brain

Have you seen this avant garde, fab, wit campaign from Mercedes Benz? Click here   for larger viewing and detail information that will blow your left and right brain away :) Genius work? Yes!

 

Awesome Monday: Charlie Chaplin and Mahatma Gandhi

Welcome Monday! I bet you can easily tell who these people are in our Awesome Monday picture post. Interesting random facts about them; Mahatma Gandhi spoke English with an Irish accent, for one of his first teachers was an Irishman. Can you imagine? 

And, Charlie Chaplin once entered a Charlie Chaplin look alike contest and did not make it. Ha! ( source: one of my all time fave light reading You are One Third Daffodil )

This is the last Monday in the month of January 2012 and today, I have to do one of the toughest thing for the first time this year. This year, I repeat. I have done some major, life altering, heart breaking decisions before ;).  

Wish me luck. To become a character so great that you can change the world is never possible if you are not willing to do the very first step of changing your life. And I am about to do so.

And allow me to add that whatever it is  that I am doing in life is just a part of God's plan. To Him be the glory, man shall not boast. 

(Today is  the anniversary of Gandhi's death 30 January 1948 (aged 78) New Delhi, Dominion of India)

Awesome Monday is inspired from this tumblr .

So shoe me!

Ah... sweet assurance :)

From Saying Images

Manis Kau Dengar

It is one of those days when one particular song keeps playing in my head. This time, an Indonesian Gospel song :). My Dad used to play this record in the car on our home-work-home commute.

"Ya Tuhanku, aku hendak bernyanyi bagimu selama ku hidup/ Yah Allahku, aku hendak bermazmur bagimu selagi ku ada/ Inilah yg kurenungkan, setiap waktu/ Nyanyian pujian dan pengagungan kepadaMu/ Biarlah manis Kau dengar Tuhan, manis kau dengar Tuhan/ Dan hatiku bersuka karnaMu"

Manis Kau Dengar- is written by Welyar Kauntu, inspired from this bible verse, which will give you an insight of what the song is about : Psalm 104: 33-34 I will sing to the LORD all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live. May my meditation be pleasing to him, as I rejoice in the LORD. 

The video is from a Gospel concert held in Jakarta, sometime in 2004.  I was there!

Inspiration Sunday: Juno and Lucas

My family once rescued a stray dog from a slaughter house. Snowy (my sister Maharani gave him that name) , was the most protective and loyal dog we ever owned despite the fact that he was not a guard dog breed. He was more alert, fearless and aggressive than a German shepherd to strangers and  gave us a secure feeling more than ever. He died 6 years ago.

From that moment on, we always believe that a rescued dog sense's give them an idea of a second chance in life, a force that lead them to be very attached to the rescuers.

This story below will tell you more about it. Prepare to shed tears. I just did :)

Juno, a Belgian Malinois  was rescued from a shelter by Chester and Jennifer ( a fine parents of Lucas- a 4 y/o boy suffers from Sanfilippo syndrome) just days before Juno was to be euthanized. 
But since coming to live with her family in Alcoa, Tenn., Juno has taken on the role of rescuer to Lucas Hembree instead, through a very special bond only the two can understand ... read more

Future house

This is like a mind mapping of my future house. 

A library and a giant black Labrador? Precise! 

I am thinking of Baron or Lennon for his name (if it is a he) 

And, oh hold it... my library is going to be five times richer, bigger, nicer.

Captive Reader

I don't know, I just feel it

The sweetest friend of mine asked: "How can you be so sure that you want to be a mother someday, or even sometime near?" 

I did not know how I look when I answer her. But maybe I looked excitingly... clueless.  Ha! In the end, I  said; "I don't know... I think I just feel it"

Here's a hint. If you ask me something and my respond is "I do not know"; look me in the eye! If you spotted even the tiniest spark of excitement, the real answer is: I have so many things on my mind but I cannot tell you about it because I am afraid that you will think of me as a crazy person. 

And right before bed, as my brain switched to an "at ease" mode, I untie one reason to another. Yes, motherhood can really be so tough. I know it is not a walk in the park.
(No, no bun is in the oven yet. I am in no rush:))

But...  let me tell you.
I am looking forward to feel that fuzzy sense when you realize someone is changing you wholeheartedly.
I want to experience that gut wrenching feeling when you realize that there's nothing you would not do to make sure your little one is safe and happy.

I am not a mother yet but I know for sure; only my flesh and blood can do that to me in a second. Most probably on his or hers very first breath.

And this poem I just read is an absolute affirmation. A short poem so sweet it make my heart hurts.

"I never pulled over the car just to stare at horses, I never was willing to give someone else my last bite, I never planned on handling someone else's boogers, I never listened to a song 50 times in a row, I never found rocks in my dryer, I never had the power to heal a wound with my kiss … until you."- Unknown-

ps: I have once listened to a song 50 times in a row. But it was part of my fault since I introduced Jack Johnson's Banana Pancake to my baby nephew.

from Shutter Sisters

Loving Friday : Love never fails

Knowledge vs Wisdom

Oh how funny! This is like the best way of explaining what is the difference between Knowledge and Wisdom.

And, in case you are still hesitating the fact that Tomato is a fruit, read this explanation .

Delicate

My favorite song from Damien Rice? Delicate! And yes I like it even better than The Blower's Daughter. I do have a reason why :)

To me, the song has two faces. You are feeling both love and pain at the same time. You are kissing whilst streaming tears. You are holding something so strong as you also really want to let it go. 
I also love a song with an unresolved ending. It makes you wonder with as many possible scenario there is. I think lyrics of songs and poetry are supposed to be like that :)
Hope you like it. Try not to get carried away with a severe despair that Damien is roaring as he sings it! 
Good night.

We might kiss when we are alone/ When nobody's watching/ We might take it home/ We might make out when nobody's there/ It's not that we're scared/ It's just that it's delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow/ With the words you've borrowed/ From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah/ If it means nothing to you/ Why do you sing with me at all?
We might live like never before/ When there's nothing to give/ Well how can we ask for more/ We might make love in some sacred place/ The look on your face is delicate.

Dear God, I am sorry if we have to meet this way

In between pillars. Down the shady road
My room. My journal. My grandmother's kitchen
By the shore. Under the tree

I know You are there

You are majestic. You are exquisite. You are infinite

Omnipresent they say, not that I get what it means

They say I should not worry about walls and roof of a church

I should not be broken hearted 

I should not lament especially because now I cannot spend some of the offering money on sweets

I am sorry about that by the way

But maybe once in a while, God... 

I want to show you how sweet and special you mean to me

That dress Mom bought me? I want to wear it to see You at Your house

I know You love all your child just the same but I have a feeling that You will notice me in that dress.

A red dress with embroidered daises on its collar.  Have you seen it?

Maybe once in a while, I want to stand there and sing for You with my trembling voice and pounding heart
Maybe I jut miss the old smell of the wooden chairs. I want to see what kind of flowers they put this time. What colour of candles

Does it have a scent? The candles, I mean

My understanding of You is this simple and I want nothing more
I know You through a million little pieces
I am a child and if being a child is the only way to keep the sweetest and purest relationship with You.... I think I'd like to stay this way
If You allow... of course

And God, I do not think I am going to let you see me in that dress anytime soon
And no one can tell me when will I could

Mom said I should talk to You about it
Well, I think it's a bit weird because I believe You were not the one who forbids me to come
I did not argue with her. I know You will not like it if I do so

But... I promise I am going to keep seeing you.

It's just that... I am sorry, if we have to meet this way...

In between pillars. Down the shady road. 

My room.

My journal. My grandmother's kitchen
By the shore. Under the tree.

TB

ps: For houses of prayers out there being banned to grow. GKI Yasmin.

Saying Images

Choosing your reason to laugh

So you and I both have heard about this tragedy. Truth be  told: I was being reluctant to hear all the updates since bad and raging comments have gone viral.
Happened a few days ago in Jakarta, an under drugs driver and friends drove their car in a full speed, crashing 8  pedestrians over the sidewalk. Send them all to a sudden death. 8 lives. It was a bright sunny day. That day.
 

Facebook status updates, broadcast messages and twitter time line seems to erupt with sympathy and encouraging words... But, it also mounting up with anger, curses, and the worst thing of all... jokes. Both in words and far too creative pictures that are beyond mean and loathsome.

Sickening indeed.

My sense of humor is somewhat dry if not dark. But when it comes to other people's misery in real life... oh sweethearts, I zip my mouth. Zipped.
Other people's anguish is never my reason to laugh. 
It is not my kind of comedy.

As much as as it breaks my heart, as much as it disgusts me to know that the driver was actually driving -high on drugs- out from a drugs party (whatever they name that)...  I know that hateful swearing will not going to undo the accident. No families of the deceased will  ever be healed by it.

With all my modest knowledge, unlimited faith... I trust the law will handle this with all their legal force and in all fairness.
I'd rather be hopeful in my silence than destructive in my own words.
Pray so that hearts with lost ones will found strength to carry on. Somehow it helps me to feel thankful for life too.
If you cannot wish the villain a well gained experience for them to repent... stop right there. Not all issues are in line, awaiting our judgment. The world is heavy enough with bad karma and hatred. Let us not partake.

So excuse me if I have to be this blunt. Excuse me for declining that funny picture about the accident you sent earlier, or  for deleting the catchy "funny"phrase you managed to find. 
Excuse me for not responding to comments and jokes about this that you shared all across every channel.
Knowing what to say is a good thing. But understanding what not to say... is admirable. Is an absolute sign that your heart is as gigantic as your broaden mind.
There are still many other ways to laugh... 

Marigold: Symbol of pain and grieve

Not afraid to fail

From Art and Word

Read them fairy tales

I am no physician, doctor, nor a banker. But I somehow feel content in my imperfection, knowledge, skills and just a perfect amount of foolishness in me. So yes, I think we can be a bit abstract here in defining what intelligence means. 

Not too sure if I can relate this quote to my childhood but I always treasure the memory of my sweet late grandfather's voice when he read The Little Mermaid, The Little Match Girl, Red Riding Hood, Timun Mas, Bawang Putih Bawang Merah and many more... (the last two are Indonesian classic)

Maybe, fairy tales get your mind to travel above and beyond your understanding, maybe it enables you to set the craziest expectations in life, maybe it forces you to phrase a distinguished wisdom or simply orchestrate a sweet little detail about your future. Maybe. 
Tho' in my case it is a yes, yes and yes. Ha!

You know... there is this part of me that refuses to grow up (I am thankful for that resentful act of heart and crazy idea in my head anyway)

Looking back to the little girl in me once in a while is one of the most powerful force I can use whenever I feel like I need a jump-start in this so called adulthood drama. And fairy tales are part of it ...

Your parents read you fairy tales when you were little? You read that to your children now? What is your favorite? What are theirs?

Inspiration Sunday: How do you perceive beauty?

Re posting this article Washington Post:

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the top musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written,with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

ps: Thank you Anom Danas :)

Write drunk-Edit sober

Have you read any of Ernest Hemingway's work? I only read The Old Man and the Sea when I was in college. 

I remember I found the book at a rusty used book store in Bandung.

Not an easy one I must say, but I adore him . 

Now I just read this absurdly smart quote... Make me feel like I need to read The Sun also Rises anytime soon! 

But I highly doubt that I am going to get drunk tonight. 

It is Friday evening and I am being intimate with my laptop and noodle soup instead of sipping cocktails at a party. 

Hence as I am typing this with all consciousness, I allow myself to embrace the fact that this post is not a masterpiece material.

Your music taste

Dear men with only clubbing/party songs in their music storage. 

I think you know where you stand.

Sincerely, judgmental b*tch with serious taste in music ;)

Loving Friday: The foundation of any relationship

Now I have names of people that I am close to running through my head. While justifying one to another with the theory below... oh how I cannot describe it better myself! This is so true!

Is it including Love relationship? Hell ya! 

Edith Shain

Whoa! Look what I found in Photo of the Day!

Edith Shain, holding the iconic photograph taken by Alfred Eisenstaedt. Originally published in LIFE Magazine, the photo depicts a sailor kissing Edith Shain in her nurse’s uniform, in Times Square on August 14, 1945.

I am boggled away.

What the deal?

No, not a typo. That is what the title is. I have no obvious reason or story for this music post other than the fact that I have been listening to it over and over again today. 

An old song from Boyz II Men. Sexy beat, inviting lyric, and ahem... soulful voices. 
Oh there you go... That's my reason. Maybe I am in that kind of mood ;)

Good nite sweethearts.

Touchdown in UK

You know how easily fascinated I can be by this kind of news! And I must tell you I have no slightest intention of doing a campaign for the mentioned company despite the fact that I am so glad they did this really well.

FedEx Express has announced the safe arrival of two giant pandas, Tian Tian (aka Sweetie), an eight year-old female panda, and Yang Guang (aka Sunshine), an eight year-old male panda from Chengdu’s Bifengxia Panda Base to Edinburgh International Airport in Scotland.
(This is the first time pandas have been in the UK for over 17 years.) 

The pandas travelled in special cages provided by FedEx and enjoyed meals of bamboo, apples, carrots, special panda cake and mineral water. 12/11 via netnewspublisher. Super!

Therefore, I write

I am not always good in a long winding conversation and not always comfortable being surrounded with lots of people. I have so many things twirling in my mind and sometimes have no single idea what to do with it.
Therefore, I write.

I am not a sweet tooth so chocolate does not entice my endorphin to burst as well as it does to anyone who is a choco aficionado.
But scribbling words while being caffeinated does. Therefore, I write (whilst coffee runs through my vein)

I do not always have time to hang out in a bar, not always in the safe zone to do a shopping spree, nor always in the mood for partying or do any other retail related therapy. But I always... always find it releasing, freeing, to be able to phrase a paragraph or two. 

Therefore, I write.

It is therapeutic. It is rewarding. It is a part of me that I will never question why and what for.
It is my way of telling you things I may never be able to say in person, or my method of asking you stuff I never thought I wanted to know in the first place. 

I am one confused soul and most of the time, I wander if I am not lost. 

I have a constant need to be found over and over again. 

Therefore, I write.

From Wendi K

Design is a behaviour

How you chose tones, fonts and how you do pictures and lay out of an artwork.
How you write. How you express and how you not.

The way you arrange books by genres and by authors. How you arrange your clothes by colors.

How about shoes? Oh, do not get me started on that one.
How you rock your outfit, how you arrange your cushions, your pantry.

How you pick paint for walls. Frames and knobs.

All are part of a behaviour. 

Something that people may only vision from the outer surface and label as design, is actually the bone of a work of art.

Martin Luther King Jr. Day

Martin Luther King, Jr. Day is a United States federal holiday marking the birthday of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It is observed on the third Monday of January each year, which is around the time of King's birthday, January 15.

And I found just the perfect image. What do you think?

From Not by the color

Awesome Monday: Awesome people hanging out together; Frank Sinatra and JFK

Can you tell me who is that lucky lovely lady in the middle?

Wish you a good start this Monday. Kisses!

from here

Inspiration Sunday: 30 Days of Gratitude Quotes

A sweet, inspiring way of saying gratitude and become a blessing at the same time. Click here . Have a blessed Sunday beautiful people.

Loving Friday: How often do you say " I Love You" ?

I say that often. I tend to overuse them in families, with my siblings and parents. This covers: facebook walls, tweet mentions, messenger and of course, blog! Saying it to their face, by phone, long conversation through running tears or in between a non stoppable laughter. I slip them love notes or song lyrics, I kiss them and shout it out loud as I whisked off. I yell it out over the window as the car moves. I hug tighter when I have to whisper the words. I say it often.  And I mean every bit of that. 

And for as long as I live, I am going to keep reassuring them with that. Not only by being there for them, do things for them, be part of their life... But also by saying it as often as I could.

I love you, I do.

Not my weakness :)

Three's a charm: Birthday Cakes

So I got 3 cakes on my birthday this year! How lucky... I have a strong feeling that this is going to be a good good year :)

Not the real pic. But it was something like this. A surprise that I need to keep as a secret :)

From team, friends at the office who sang an off key but very sweet Happy Birthday

Dinner at Mama san with friends. A sweet surprise at the end of the meal.

Mom-Baby-Beach

I will have this kind of shot one day. Watch me!
( only that my baby will not wear socks at the beach)

From That kindofwoman

From the desk of a designer

Ahhhh... :)

From Passiondesign

Important Day : I am officially 32 years old!

Usually, I am a low key for my own birthday. But it has been a hard ones- the past 2 years in my life- so I have this urge to claim a good way of celebrating this year. Good good way ;)

So this is to share that I am happily (giddy, swoon and excited all mixed up) ... entering the coming of 32! Definitely an important day!

Lucky Magazine

Love letter to God

How can I not be  thankful for you, my Lord. 

I may not have everything that (I think) I need right now... But I feel so blessed.

I feel perfect in my imperfection. I feel whole in my broken hearten and feel accompanied in my loneliness.

I feel known by You to the deepest part, in my confusion, I feel found in times I feel lost.

I feel courage when I have to see things fall apart, and strength when I am about to gave up. 

And most... I feel your love when I feel I deserve not.

Though I know... some things are still in the making, some questions and prayers have not been answered... Still, You elevate me. 

I love You, maybe I don't say this enough, and I know I have failed you many many times. But here I am as a child (as I always be), saying this grateful prayers with all my heart.

Love,

32 y.o child- a living proof of your amazing work in the making.

From Redletterwords

What is the English for...

There is this one moment that I will always treasure about my nephew Joseph and I. 

He was only 3years old at that time and we were exercising his English. I gave him words in Bahasa and he's supposed to answer what is the English for it -rapidly;

Me: Warna kuning? |Joseph: Yellow!

Me: Kepala? | Joseph: Head!

Me: Pisang? | Joseph: Banana!

Me: Ikan?

Joseph: .... mm... Nemo?!

:))

I am thinking about him all day and missing him so much. 
Do you have kids? Nephew, niece, or maybe a God son that you really love? 

ps: Joseph is almost 5 now. He is tested gifted, with a superb imaginary level compared to anyone his age, and has an excellent literature and communication skill. He adores Jesus, has a huge passion in art and dance, crazy in love with animals and sometimes speaks in ancient languages ;) ( his own words, of course)

Awesome Monday: Awesome people hanging out together; Dita Von Teese, Scarlett Johansson, and Christian Louboutin

Aaaah.... what a scene... awesome and beautiful people hanging and talking about awesome shoes... :) Happy Monday loved ones. If this is the first time you are reading my Awesome Monday , I am happy to let you know that the source is here , and the idea of Awesome Monday is to make Monday less stressful and heavy. Hope it works! 

Inspiration Sunday: What Happy people do?

Happy Sunday. It has been raining all day long here in Bali. All.day.long. 

I refuse to let that ruin my mood so we will still talk about inspirational stuffs on our Inspiration Sunday .

I read this article and would love to share it with you. Hope it will inspire you as much at it does to me! The title is: Things Happy People do Differently .
ps: I am wearing a red lipstick too all day long, it is a mood booster to cope with this bad weather ;)

Happypeople

Loving Friday: I cannot love you less

If you have someone in your life saying this to you, I say you are pretty lucky.

Me? I don't. I don't have one. I have a lot! Families, true friends, and of course my God. Lucky? No... I am blessed.

And I am going to say the exact same thing to you.... 

Saying Images

Nerd Quirk : Smell of a new book

Nerd Quirk

This nerdy girl is not entirely correct. The smell of a new book is not my favorite smell in the world.

Well.. it is my second favorite.

My first? Hmmm you know... the smell of an old book :)

ps: I know I did say goodnight but I just read this  book again (one of my all time fave): You are one third Daffodil. 

Not and old book- but printed in a design of a vintage: cover, pages, fonts, smell (since I owned it for years now). Funny too!

So, goodnight again.

Little Bird-Lisa Hannigan

Told you I adore her music...and her haunting haunting voice. This one song in particular get me shivers with its lyrics. One perfect song to end this gloomy day. Goodnight love.

Your heart sings like a kettle/ And your words, they boil away like steam/ And a lie burns long while the truth bites quick/ A heart is built for both it seems/ You are lonely as a church,
Despite the queuing out your door/ I am empty as a promise, no more.
When the time comes/ And rights have been read/ I think of you often/ But for once I meant what I said/ I was salted by your hunger/ Now you've gone and lost your appetite/ And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight/ I am lonely as a memory/ Despite the gathering round the fire/ Aren't you every bird on every wire?/ Here I stay, I lay me down/ I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill/ Here I stay, I lay me down/ In a house by the Hill/ I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill/ I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill.

Levels of intimacy in communication

Ha! In what level are you communicating with her/him? 
If/ when I have a crush on somebody, I tend to avoid facebook. Liking his status, writing on his walls? No. I limit myself to communicate directly and refuse being just one of those people in his list who casually asks how he's been doing, what he's up to and what not. Well, this is probably because I am pretty good at hiding my feelings... downward a pathetic coward?
However, I love asking my friends for a quick catch up or greetings with that way- but change to private message if there is something we need to talk about in further. 
Same goes on birthdays/ anniversaries/ condolences. Writing on somebody's wall can be a good gesture. But if I have their number, I would text or even call. (This rule applies to everybody I know ). 
How about you? Are you a timid like me? Or, you instead feel more comfortable with an open for public communication with someone you like, so it will appear as "I am cool" ? :)
I want to know...

from optimizedoffices

And... Gentleman

To be a lady

To forget

Is there anyone you can easily put into this category?

I do.

But I am not too sure whether or not I need to forget about him tho...  * :')

Awesome Monday: Awesome people hanging out together; Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly and Judy Garland

Sorry for the skip on last week's awesome Monday. Family time! We are back now and as the first Awesome Monday post in 2012, we have Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly and Judy Garland! Love them all. What better way to start a new year with a touch of classic geniuses in art/dance performance? . 

Life is a stage show anyhow.... Yes?

From This tumblr

Inspiration Sunday: Soldier meet his baby for the first time

from Krystall

My heart skip a beat!

This is a story from Chad Flemming. His wife had her first baby girl a month after Chad deployed.
One of the most emotional experience in Chad's family life : for them to witness him to see their baby on for the first time when she was 6 months old.

Source: here .

My prayers to all the brave people out there with aching heart of leaving their loved ones at home.
As for those who have all the time and chance to show your love... why missing any second? :)


Love,
Someone who never miss a chance saying I love you to families and loved ones.

ps: Thanks for keep reading my Inspiration Sunday and sorry I missed it last week.

Twenty Twelve

I am so blessed.  Extremely blessed. When you can be a blessing, isn't that mean you are first-blessed? I know I do. 

The fact that none of my scars and failures can make Him love me less... elevates me. I am imperfect, I am a wreck even but from this edge, the only people who still are by my side are the real ones. And how can I not be thankful for that? 

I had just the perfect amount of laugh and tears that mold me who I really am today. 

So, 2012... welcome. I will not be part of you, you-instead- will just be an element of what my creator has planned for me. Be ready to be boggled away, shrieked to the corner and with the realization of a so called future.

I love you already.

xoxo,

Tressabel