I believe in a lifetime, at one point of your life, you'd find a special someone.

Not the ones you fall in love with and have butterflies in your stomach for, but the ones you entrust your darkest secret with - that secret you're so ashamed of, that secret that makes you think it's the end of the world if anyone else knew.

This special someone I'm talking about is the one you know you can call at 4.15am and you so know she'll scream at you for the first 20 seconds but will then say "hey, what's wrong?" This special someone knows the difference when your brows are furrowed - whether it means "I'm thinking" or "I'm so mad at you right now." She knows when you open your gift and you're faking that "Oh my goodness I love it so much! Thank you!!" When you're actually thinking "This gift is useless. I so wanted that pair of earrings instead."

Oh yeah, she knows. Trust me, she knows when you're faking it.

And I'm proud to say as I'm writing this, I've got a couple of my closest friends flashing through my head.

And you know what, as much as I haven't met that man whom I want to spend the rest of my life with, I thank God that I've got these friends to go through emotional nights, cranky days and just share random snippets of my life with.

You know, you girls can actually be the template for my future boyfriend. With some editing of course. ;)

This is the sweetest thing.

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To the Guy She Chose

Hey Guy She Chose,

I wrote you this letter to let you know just how lucky you are to have her. I wanted you to realize the privileges and the obligations you have, now that you and her have a “thing” already. After months of secretly hating you, I think I’ve finally accepted the fact that she chose you. She gave you the privilege to spoil her, to hold her, to hug her, to kiss her, and to love her. She chose to make herself vulnerable to you and you alone. I hope you’ve realized just how hard it was to get that close to her.

We haven’t formally met but I found out quite a few things about you already. Yes, I did some sort of a background check on you; but, it was just to see if you were indeed the better choice. Fortunately or unfortunately, you were and still are, I hope. The mere fact that you’re sort of together now, already shows that you are better than me. I just hope you won’t make the same mistake I did.

With that, don’t assume that she’ll give you hints for you to make a move. She expects you to take the initiative. Don’t belittle her anger. She can be a real bitch if she wanted and can tear you to pieces. Don’t underestimate her determination and perseverance to get what she wants. She’s part of her dream school’s cheer squad—one of the most prestigious squads in the country. Don’t be a sissy; show her how much she means to you. She can be a bit dense sometimes. Don’t change her. Don’t hurt her. Don’t expect more than what she can give. Most importantly, don’t give up on her. That would be the stupidest thing you’d dare do in your life.

She may not be the best debater, but she fights for what she believes in. She may not be the best basketball player, but she tries her best. She may not have the best grades, but she is intelligent. She may not be the best dancer, but she can bust a move. She may not be part of Victoria Secret’s Angels, but she is beautiful. She may not be as generous as Mother Teresa, but she does have a heart. She may not be so sweet at the start, but she can give you one thing she knows you can break—her heart. To cut it short, she was, is, and will always be an awesome girl. She’s one of those girls that would have real impact on your life, whether you realize it now or not. She’s the type of girl you’d always care for, no matter what happens. She has the capability to push you to make that bold leap.

In the end, this is less than half of what you’d discover about her. There is an infinite number of ways and words to describe her, but all of them still wouldn’t be enough. You have the privilege to know how much of a great girl she is. You have the chance to spoil her as much as you can. You have the joy to hold her hand as long as you want. You have the pleasure to hug her as tight as you can. You have the privilege to kiss her as passionately as you can. You have the honor to love her as much as you possibly can. You are immensely lucky. Don’t waste your time with her. You may not get another. However, it shouldn’t be all about her. So, smile when she makes you happy. Let her know when she makes you mad. Miss her when she’s not there. Be the greatest man you can possibly be when you’re with her. She’s not just some other girl. She is worth every breath, every broken arm, every smile, every tear, and every second of every minute of every day. Never forget that.

Sincerely,

The One Who Can Finally Move On

I've been watching Drop Dead Diva and you know what, I am so proud of this show.

It is perhaps the few American tv shows that doesn't have any sex scenes at all. A few romantic kisses here and there but no real steamy, raunchy ones that makes it awkward when your parents catch you watching it.

And guess what, for me, that is such a bonus factor. This show has so many underlying values and morals that I don't even know where to begin.

Sure many of us like a few passionate scenes in our shows once in awhile, it does spice things up a little. But Hollywood seems to be taking it too far at times.

I appreciate the honesty of this show. I like the fact that families can get together and watch this show on the telly together. This series perhaps doesn't possess the star qualities of the makings of a one hit wonder that comes with sex, scandals and lies but it speaks up for a marginalised community. It goes against the conventional and deals with issues like bullying, ostracising, unconventional ways that people deal with grief, challenging social norms.

I like how every episode I learn something new - whether it's a new fact or an emotional lesson.

Season 3 is highly anticipated.

Whoever is reading this, should give this show a shot. ;)

I miss writing, but I don't know what to write about.

It seems mundane to blog about everyday life in general and I've got all these random thoughts running through my head but none seems substantial enough to pen down. (This being one of them)

And you who are still reading, good on you. I am very proud of you, you indeed are a really good friend and you should make yourself known to me.

*****

She fumbles around in the dark, grasping the empty air in front of her.

She can't see a thing, not even her fingers. The trickle of one drop of cold sweat tickles her left temple and triggered the waves of panic in her. She cocks her head, desperate to listen to something other than her pounding heartbeat and the constant ticking of the clockwork mechanism.

She holds her breath, waiting for something to happen, someone to come through.

Then it hit her, nothing is going to happen.

She's stuck here in this capsule of frozen time.