#I wish some highschool would do an amazing production of this and post it to YouTube

[icantrecallaskysoclear]

In case you were wondering, yes, I still love them very much.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Once Upon a Flower Shop

Pairing: Captain Swan

Summary:  When Killian’s flower shop, Jolly Blooms Flower Shop, fails to deliver the bouquet Emma ordered, she pays the establishment a rather angry visit.  Little to either of them know this mix up might just turn into the best thing that ever happened to them.

Rating: G/K

Words: 1520

Other Chapters: (2) (3)

This fic was written for the #love4teamhook event as a way to support Alma, @teamhook while she’s going through a difficult time.  Thanks to @jrob64 for her work in betaing for me!

  Killian Jones cupped the delicate blooms of an orchid in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.  He’d been rather worried about this particular plant.  It had shown signs of distress a week past, and for several days he’d feared  it wouldn’t make it.  He had done his research, separated the diseased plant from its mates and cared for it as tenderly as a parent would their child.

Today was the first day the orchid showed signs of improvement.  Like Killian himself, this orchid was a survivor.

Killian gathered up the plant and placed it back inside the bright, humid greenhouse, and then stepped back behind the counter of his shop Jolly Blooms Flower Shop.  Sometimes it amazed him, the life he now led.  As a young man, he’d longed for adventure, danger.  He’d joined the navy to be close to his brother, and the life they’d led had been fascinating.  He’d loved every minute of it.

Until the moment his brother Liam opted to leave the navy and marry his highschool sweetheart, Elsa.

Suddenly, with his brother no longer at his side, danger and adventure no longer looked nearly as appealing.  Left at a crossroads, he’d taken some time to evaluate what he wanted to do with his life, and in the end, he’d opted for the pursuit of beauty.

There was something so calming and yet rejuvenating about being surrounded day after day by beautiful flowers. Providing a product that brought joy and comfort to his clients was infinitely rewarding.  His was a quiet, peaceful existence.

His introspection was interrupted when his shop door was suddenly, forcefully opened.  He looked up to find himself face to face with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.  Her golden hair fell on her shoulders and down her back like a cloud of sunshine.  Her green eyes shone.

Unfortunately, today they seemed to be shining with anger.  So much for his quiet, peaceful existence.

“May...may I help you, love?” he asked, hesitantly as she reached his counter, planted her feet and crossed her arms.

“Yeah, I wanted you to help me yesterday, but apparently asking for a flower shop to deliver flowers was too big of an ask,” she clipped out.

Killian found himself at a loss for words, barely even registering what the vision before him said.  They say when you’ve found your soulmate, your True Love, you just know.  You can feel it.  He’d rather thought that was nonsense, but now...well, now he was beginning to rethink every notion he’d ever had about attraction, romance and even love itself.

“Well?” she exploded, planting her splayed hands on his wooden counter and scowling fiercely at him.  

Killian blinked, shaking his head slightly, willing himself to come back to his senses.  Whatever his attraction might be to this woman, she was a customer, and he must get it together and provide her the customer service that had made him one of the most sought-after small flower shops in the area.

“My apologies,” he said.  “Was there a problem with a flower delivery?”

She rolled her eyes.  “Oh I don’t know.  I ordered a bouquet to be delivered yesterday, and yet still no flowers have arrived.  Seems like a bit of a problem to me!”

Killian frowned.  He’d had several flower orders go out yesterday, and he’d gotten no complaints from his delivery people that they’d been unable to complete their tasks successfully.  “Could I have your name, love?”

“Not your love,” she gritted out.  “Emma Swan.  I ordered a bouquet of snowbells to be delivered to Mary Margaret Nolan.  It was very important that they arrive yesterday on her birthday.”

He remembered the order, because of its unusualness. Few people specifically requested snow bells, and those who did typically wished for them to be an accent in a larger arrangement rather than the sole flower within the arrangement.

Killian typed for a moment on his computer, bringing up the order details.  “According to my records, that bouquet was delivered as requested bright and early yesterday morning.”

“And yet my sister still does not have her bouquet of flowers,” the woman, Emma Swan, said.

Killian peered down at his information once again and groaned.  Will.  He should have known his newest--and most annoying--employee would be at the center of any mix up.

“Scarlet!” he called over his shoulder. 

A moment later the man in question stepped through the back room door and walked up to the two of them.  “Anything I can do for ya boss?”

“There seems to be a mistake with yesterday’s deliveries,” Killian said, willing himself to keep his voice even.  There was just something about Will Scarlet and his care-free and yet somehow insolent style that made Killian wish to throttle him more often than not.

“Nope,” Will said, grinning.  “No problems with yesterday’s deliveries.  Handed the flowers personally to every person on my list.”

“What about the bouquet of snowbells for Mary Margaret Nolan?”

Will tapped on his chin, seemingly deep in thought, and then he brightened.  “I remember her.  Pretty woman, that.  Long, curly, fire-red hair.  Kinda thought about asking her out, but decided that might not be so professional-like.”

“Curly red hair?” Emma Swan bit out.  “Mary Margaret doesn’t have curly red hair.  She has dark brown!  I don’t think she even knows anyone with curly red hair!”

“Did you confirm the name of the recipient?” Killian asked.

“Yep, just like you taught me,” Will said, nodding vigorously.

“And this red-head confirmed that her name was Mary Margaret?” Killian asked.

“Well, I mean she said her name was Merida,” Will conceded, “but I figured hey, that must be a nickname for Mary Margaret or somethin’.”

Killian rubbed at his temples, a pounding headache beginning to set in.  “And you didn’t think to confirm that you had the right address and that this person, with a different name, was the actual intended recipient of your delivery?”

Will shrugged.  “Hey, I don’t ask questions.  I just go where the Google maps lady tells me.”

Killian full-on facepalmed this time before glaring at his unbelievably dense employee.  “Just...just go back to what you were doing.  Later, we’ll have a long, probably rather loud discussion about the proper way to deliver flowers.”

Killian watched the idiot disappear into the backroom, muttering to himself about it being Mrs. Google’s fault and then turned back to face the wrath of the avenging angel before him.

“Miss Swan, my sincerest apologies for this unfortunate mistake,” he said.  “The delivery man at fault will be dealt with, and I will set to work this moment to create a replacement for your sister.”

The remainder of the visit was completed in a matter of moments.  Killian took down his dream woman’s information, apologized profusely, and then assured her yet again that he would personally see to the creation and delivery of the arrangement, that it would be his first priority.

Killian’s reassurances seemed to mollify the woman slightly, though her ire was clearly not entirely ameliorated.  Satisfied that she’d at least accomplished what she’d set out to do, Emma Swan turned and walked briskly out of his shop and out of his life.

It rather amazed Killian what a profound sense of loss he felt as the door closed behind the lovely lady.  He’d only known her for the space of five minutes, for Zeus’s sake, and most of that was spent with her yelling at him.  It made no sense that he’d feel such a deep, elemental pull to her already, and yet the heart wanted what the heart wanted.

Killian grabbed a vase and headed in the direction of his snowbells.  There was no doubt about it; he must find a way to see Emma Swan again.  Slowly, an idea began to take shape within his mind.  It was a bold move, perhaps even risky, but if there’s one thing Liam had instilled in him it was this:  A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets.

If he didn’t at least try with Emma Swan, Killian knew he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

 Notes:

--This story is loosely inspired by The Words music video, as you might have picked up.  I’ve never written about florist Killian before, and I decided it was time to change that.

--I’m anticipating 2 more short chapters that I’ll post on each of the next Thursdays.  (The point of this event was to post one shots...but my muse is terrible at following directions, lol.

--Up next: We’ll get some Killian pining (a la the music video), but the bulk of the chapter will be from Emma’s POV.  We’ll find out why she was so angry about her flowers not being delivered, and we’ll see her reaction to Killian putting into action the plan he comes up with at the end of this chapter.

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[gaming-grandma]

Skyrim and Breath of the Wild: My Two Favorite Open World Games

While botw doesn’t really qualify as an RPG, it still has many elements similar to one that I feel like this comparison is fair. Even though a large gap of time, graphical style, aesthetics, music, and story splits the two in feel and theme, I still feel like both games plucked the same heartstrings for myself, albeit in different ways. This is a long, long essay type post with no pictures. I wrote this instead of doing a reading assignment, so enjoy.

Both of these games came to me at opportune times in my life. Skyrim came to me right in the middle of my ‘golden-days’ of highschool, where I had the absolute most amount of free time and no responsibilities. I delved into the game and devoured it whole, and when my brother would take it to uni with him I would spend hours into the night until 2, 3 AM pouring over the guidebook and analyzing tactics and build ideas and roleplay elements I could incorporate into it the second I got my hands on it again. I almost convinced my dad to buy me the game so I could play it while my brother was away, but for my own good and those of my grades I failed. I would play Skyrim until sunrise, and then until sunset again, and I would go on to make probably actually hundreds of characters, each with different back stories and approaches and methods of play and skills. They would all feel unique and I would treat each one like an experience and go new places, or even go to places I knew well on purpose to see if I could put new spins on it. The world was so open and ready to manipulate and bend to your will that I, the moldable teenager I was, was utterly bent on feeling every square inch of this game hundreds of times, like a baby given a new toy they have to shove in their mouth for hours. I’m not proud of the amount of time I spent on Skyrim, but I am glad I got to, and I’m proud of some of my accomplishments. I invented this method of infinite Magicka regeneration as long as you were in a circle of a certain spell by making myself a vampire Breton with 100% magicka absorb (which involved using a glitch allowing you to use the same constellation stone twice) and casting a banishment spell on myself with the perk that makes restoration affect vampires. I spent days perfecting this until the final product: I could walk into a dungeon and cast a circle of light on the floor, walk into it, and unleash untamed power and destruction and anything I wanted anywhere until the circle wore off, and I’d cast it again. When my brother walked in on my working on this his jaw kinda dropped.

 Similarly, I would go on to invent all sorts of my own clever elements to the game as I mold it to my will, like one of those shake lights you have to break in a bunch of places to get it to light up. I would play the game dry over and over. Graduation came, and I slowed down. Other things came into my life and I had other games to play, new experiences to mull over. New worlds to bend. I would always go back to Skyrim for a few days, trying to pick it up again and feel the same awe and excitement and pure wonder I did when it first came upon me, but I would eventually realize “I’ve done this exact same thing too many times now” whether it be the character, route, skills, or style, I’d done it already. To this day, it’s the only game I’ll actually pull out and play sometimes when I’m truly lost or have nothing to do or feel depressed or broken. It’ll always remind me of my youth and make me have something to look forward to again. I’ve still already done it all, but that doesn’t really matter sometimes does it? Sometimes it’s just about remembering and being a totally different and older person sitting in front of the screen that gives you the same experience and joy no matter what you’ve been through.

I don’t trust Bethesda with TES6 anymore. I don’t think it’ll work for me, and I don’t think it’ll be a great game. I’m excited for it, as I’m naturally inclined to be and I won’t shut myself up over it, but it won’t be the next Skyrim for me. It won’t make me a wide-eyed 14 year old again, nothing can do that. That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it, I’m sure I will. But I don’t trust Bethesda’s methods as a company, and I don’t know if they’ll ever achieve what they did in my eyes when I was a kid. I’ll sit and listen to the music sometimes, and it’ll hit me in waves; the world, the awe, the excitement. The memories of coming home from big life events like finals or job interviews or trips and being able to relax and play it again. It almost sounds like an addiction at this point, and my brother would joke that I was, but it didn’t harm my social/professional life in any way, so I don’t think it was a true addiction.

Then I realize they don’t even have the same guy on music for TES6 as they did for morrowind/skyrim again and I remind myself it won’t be the one.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a gullible hope that TES6 will do all those things to me again, though. But when it comes down to it, Skyrim was the biggest and most influential game on my life as a teenager. It was just a great game. I loved it, everything about it. That’s all there is to it. It’s one of those games I wish I could erase my memory of and do all over again.

And you’re wondering why the hell this essay is titled with BOTW, and here’s the connection; the only other game I truly would like to erase my memory for and experience again is Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. But this is for a totally different reason.

BOTW came into my life at a similarly critical point of my life in young adulthood; I was at the end of my community college career, having only 2 classes for the entire semester. I had a job, but I hated it and was depressed over it. I felt like I was going nowhere fast, and BOTW came out with the switch and I decided to buy into the hype and see what it was like. BOTW is an untamed love letter to everything that made Skyrim amazing to me, and yet it was totally new and unseen and alien. It was huge in scope, the awe and wonder it hit me with was the same as when I first realized how huge the province of Skyrim truly was; this was even bigger. The immersion and aesthetics were beautiful and appealed to me in ways skyrim never did, but I still fell in love with it and played this game up and down and inside out. I just checked and it’s still my #1 most played game on the switch nearly 2 years later at 120 hours. That’s not even 1/10th of how long I played Skyrim, and yet it managed to have that insane appeal to it that drove my young eyes wide in pure thrilling excitement. The minimalist music accompanied by beautiful sounds of nature reminded me of the frozen tundra of the mountain sides watching sunrises in the Throat of the World, or exploring the sun glazed Rift. None of this was actively in my mind as I played it, but I knew that the same heartstrings that Skyrim tugged on were being tangled with by this amazing game. As a Zelda game it blew me out of the water, and if I devoured Skyrim whole, then Breath of the Wild ate ME whole, because I was not in control of this world; I was merely a spectator trying to survive and watch it for as long as I could.

My biggest gripe once I finished the game to pieces that fall was that there was “nothing to do”. “There’s nothing to do!” I whine as I sit on my 120 shrine, 600 korok seed save file that had a full inventory of every best weapon and nearly every side quest completed save file. The DLC would then come out but I never felt compelled to play it or finish it. I’m tempted to today and that’s why I’m writing this. I did everything the game had to offer, or at least I thought, as I would late learn of lots of different activities I never got to finish, but I enjoyed it and I wouldn’t trade that time for any skyrim experience.

BOTW struggles to stand up to Skyrim’s depth, but its scope is ambitious and accomplishes its own voice without relying on anything ever created besides the actual Zelda franchise characters and lore. Skyrim, on the other hand, is an achievement of a long struggle as a gaming studio, the ultimate pinnacle of what Bethesda has learned in creating open world games. BOTW is most certainly an easily accessible game, and is not nearly as dated as the launch graphics of Skyrim, but I still have to give Skyrim the title of my favorite open world game, not purely because of the nostalgia, but because of the depth and variety you could get out of multiple playthroughs. BOTW only has 1 link, and link only has so many skills. You can use them to screw with the environment and do some crazy cool stuff, but nothing will top the pure blank canvas that was a new Skyrim file in my eyes. BOTW doubtlessly takes a hard 2nd place.

[madameartiste]

Being natural is...

Hey, first time writing a post here. Mainly I draw ( kinda 😅), but i had something on my mind. I have been a natural hair girl since 2015, so 3 years-ish. It's been a long road, but i still love my hair , and how kinky and curly it is. I just wanted to cut my hair after i graduated highschool and boom! Small afro! I went from product to product from home-made vegan based to Cantu, Cream of Nature, Shea Moisture and so on. Now, i am using just some cheap leave in from CVS that smells amazing and works wonders with a mix of Aussie and cantu. So now with that out the way let's get to the actual thing i wanted to get out.

Being natural is...hard.

I know alot of women with my grade of hair( type 4c) find it hard to maintain and...i wish i would have known that when i was just a wee high school graduate and " I WANNA EMBRACE ME!" kinda deal. I dont regret it, but I wish ,WISH I was more informed on the transition from perm to natural. I found myself trying everything every big natural hair blog and youtubers said you need to try because "it's a necessity". Looking back, i wasted so much money and time... and my hair not growing becaue i actually was somewhat allergic to the vegan hair product. Everything else was just so...expensive!! And what bothers me...how they make it where there's some law or rule you must follow to be a "true natural".

•You have to hate weaves and wigs because you are not being proud of your hair

1. That's dumb. Noone should feel like a nice weave or wig makes them less natural. Plus, noone wants to do their hair every day. Yeah, protective styles are helpful. But i would like a 1 month break from doing my hair

2. They are still cute and convenient. That's pretty much it.

• The natural hair police

Now, this is where my biggest issue is. I have a sister who likes perms because she doesn't want to cut her hair. She has a scar she does not want people to see. But she takes super good care of her hair, she is very high maintenance, and she likes to make herself look good. Shes a proud young black woman!...But she still hates herself because she doesn't want to go natural? No. No. No. This makes no sense. I've seen naturals downgraded other black women because they don't want to be natural. I think thats why some women now who are natural are afraid of perming their hair again because of they feel trapped. Its like the whole Perm vs. Natural war that was going on, and now its the naturals doing the hair bashing. I dont like it and makes it hard to be natural when I know there are women who dare stick up their nose at a permed girl and act high and mighty because they don't perm.

• Buying only products for naturals by naturals despite how expensive they are

I think this is because I have met a girl like this, but products for "straight hair" or made for "white women" work just as good as the big hitters. I use Aussie and my god I LOVE THIS STUFF ! It smells wonderful, very good to detangle and gets the curls popping! What about Dove? Still good shampoo and just mix some oils into the conditioner! Add what your hair needs for DIY versions. Not only is it cheaper...but you get alot for what you paid for. Still like Shea Moisture? That's ok! If you have the means to get it, get it! But don't say one thing is better because not many people can afford some natural hair brands. Be open to what each brand has to offer for hair. Pantene just made a line for natural hair if i'm correct.

In short, being natural is hard for me because of the culture around it. I still love my hair! I just wish the culture around natural hair wasn't so...toxic in a sense. It's a struggle, but lets be honest about how difficult it can be.

Tl;dr : being natural is hard because other people make it so difficult.

[rottenbrainstuff]

The Six Thatchers: coherent thoughts

So I’ve calmed down a bit and I’ll post some actual thoughts about The Six Thatchers.

I did not like that episode. Spoilers under the cut.

Let’s get it out of the way right now: yes,a great deal of it was because of Mary’s pointless death, pretty much a textbook example of fridging. I also had a very strong emotional reaction to John cheating on Mary (whether it was actually physically consummated or not), it made me ill, and John Watson can go to hell. It’s possible the writers are building up to some stupid twist and this will all just be some complicated misunderstanding, but in the meantime I wish I could see Sherlock deduce what happened and curb stomp him.

Sure. Fine.

But besides that, I really thought it was a bad episode. I thought it was oddly paced, rushing rushing rushing to the next point without much emotional resonance, pointlessly complicated, and not taking advantage of the themes it presented. I think back to the earlier eps which were smart and snappy and resonating. I find it difficult to actually even remember much of the plot and puzzles of this episode, except for the visual motifs, which were amazing as always.

Moffat is a really strange writer. He writes some really brilliant, sparkling stuff, and he also writes stuff that is flawed and boring and lazy. I think particularly about his writing on Doctor Who. He wrote some of the best, most clever episodes ever, so witty, so smart, they would make Douglas Adams proud, and I don’t say that lightly. And he also wrote complete garbage, overwrought season arcs with pointless plot twists that go nowhere, and I am still shocked to my core that man who wrote Blink was the same man who wrote Matt Smith’s miserable final episode. (an episode so badly written it felt like highschool fanfiction, with painful pacing and characterization problems that the teacher would have suggested they edit.) After watching too many shit episodes and too many disappointingly boring season arcs, I finally lost my interest in it and I don’t watch it anymore. I don’t watch it anymore, do you guys even understand how crazy that is? I wasn’t on tumblr during my Doctor Who obsession so you guys have no idea how much I liked that show. I was *OBSESSED*. I was that annoying fan who watched every single one of the old episodes and talked about it constantly and wrote endless rambling metas and comparisons and what-ifs. And I went from that, to completely and utterly not giving a shit about the show, because I got fed up with Stephen Moffat’s writing.

So, I have always been extremely nervous with him writing Sherlock. This episode is the exact same kind of slide in quality that used to make me mad watching Doctor Who.

One last thing I didn’t like: it’s always nice to see Molly, but she was doing nothing but babysitting today. First Sherlock and then Rosie. I know people are saying, well, Molly takes her godmother role seriously and caring for a baby doesn’t necessarily detract from your job and blah blah blah, these are good points, but I just wish I could have seen her doing a bit more. That’s not what I want to see my girl doing.

But there were things that I liked. The positives from the ep:

It was amazing to see Sherlock insist so frequently and passionately how much he cared for Mary and how serious he was about protecting her.

I loved the interactions with Sherlock and Mycroft. The two of them struggling with the phone like kids fighting over a toy was the only thing I really really enjoyed.

And as I mentioned above, the visuals were beautiful, as always. This show always has the very highest production values. Lovely edits, beautiful water and shark motifs.

So, I don’t know. I really don’t mind SAD things. I love sad things. But I hate hate hate bad, lazy writing. I’m worried about what the rest of the reason will be like, and I’ve lost a bit of my enthusiasm. We’ll see.

[marychronicles]

Sunday Currently | 002

I have no idea how did I even get to squeeze writing this post right now that we’re only a week away from my baby girl’s big day. We were rushing everything, from the venue, the guest list, her dress etc. It makes my head throb even up to now 😔 I didn’t know planning a party could give you so much stress hehe but I know we’ll get by, we still have time to make everything perfect for our fairy child. So, enough of the party fuss and let’s start with what I’ve been into this last week; it wasn’t one of my best weeks to date but I’m always grateful for it. I know it’s nearly Monday...ish & I’m still writing this. I just really have to because my head & even my fingers are aching to type something, and this is it. 🤗

Writing

• Sunday Currently, vol. 2

• notes on my planner like, what needs to be done asap things like that. I don’t really do that through my phone. I really am the old school type.

Reading

• The World Atlas of Coffee by James Hoffmann. I’m in love with this book!!! I borrowed it from our store & I’ll return it by Thursday, it makes me so sad because I couldn’t finish it on one sitting but I’ll always have time to read on my spare time. It feels so great to have a fresh knowledge about coffee, I’ve learned tons at Starbucks before but right now I’m still in awe of what I’ve just read from this book. So if you’re a spontaneous coffee lover like me, you need to read this book! 💕

Listening

• Lana Del Rey

• Khalid

• Taylor Swift’s “Gorgeous” (it’s my favorite jam these days especially when I’m on my way to work)

• The Smiths

• Little Mix

• Ariana Grande

• HONNE

• LANY (DIE HARD FAN HERE 🌹)

• Justin Bieber (ALWAYS LISTENING TO HIM OF COURSE!💙)

Hoping

• that everything will turn out great on my baby girl’s birthday. We decided not to have a big kiddie party just yet because she wouldn’t really be able to appreciate it all. It’s just a simple gathering with our Families & friends, the people who matter. What’s really important on that day is that we’ve celebrated our daughter’s first birthday. I really hope everything would turn out just fine.

Feeling

• so low these past few days but still very optimistic about everything. Everyone has their ups & downs, right? It’s not a bad one, I just feel that ever since having a family of my own, it gave me so much pressure that lead to my post partum depression that I’m still in right now. I feel like I’m so stuck with this new life that I have right now. But don’t get wrong though, I wouldn’t trade my daughter or my partner for anything in this world, it’s just that, I feel that my life before having my own family slipped away from me; I know I’ve got to face all of this on my own (well not really because my hubby is always by my side) but I wouldn’t want my old life to be held back there just because I’m a mum already. What I want is to still live my life with the things that I was used to. I want to write for as long as I could, with a family, parenthood & motherhood, it could be a fresh start right? It’s been a year since I last wrote an entry into this massive website blog but I can always start something right? 😀 for me, nothing is “too late” I know I can pull this one off. I just need lots of inspiration & of course support because this is what I really want to do besides being a barista hehe

Loving

• Starbucks’ Blueberry Greek Yogurt Parfait 💙 I love it so much that I think I can eat it all day long. Maybe 8 parfaits in a day would suffice haha

• my long lost eyebrow stencils! (yes! I use eyebrow stencils because I’m not that great at doing my eyebrows atm hahaha) I thought I’ve thrown them all away but I’ve found them somewhere & always knew that I need them in this life because, “EYEBROW IS LIFE” 😂😂

• the pink/purplish skies at dusk! I’ve always been so moved by it’s beauty + I think it’s such a girl thing to love them. I watch the colors drift from cotton candy into navy blue to jet black at night. God is so amazing, we live in a really really beautiful world you know?

• Cadbury’s Milk Tray that my Aunt from London sent me; it arrived just today & I’ve been munching it since this afternoon. Oops. It’s my ultimate fave chocolates, ever! They’re the best!! 🍫

• my very own make up routine! 💕 I don’t have the best products but I’m glad I’m getting better at getting my make up done by myself only. I just have to work on a very good skincare regimen so my face won’t look as bad without make up 😀

Thinking

• about painting our home in the shade of somewhere between: pastel pink or purple. But that’s for next year because our house is kinda big & I know for sure that it would cost a lot. Earlier today, I was fantasizing about it, I really think we could paint it next year. (PS. I’ve decided I want it to be pastel pink 💕)

• about getting new glasses since July, and I think I’m going to get it by next month because I’m effing blind already! I want that Reagan in Rose Gold from Sunnies Specs. Wait for me baby, I swear I’m going to get one cos I really need it!

Watching

• Gossip Girl on iFlix. I was able to watch Season 1, episodes 1-5. And I’m still thinking about downloading the whole 6 seasons. It’s my fave series ever. And Skins UK! My highschool & college days wouldn’t be complete without it. Even though it ended like years ago, they’re the best TV series for me.

• Love You to the Stars and Back ✨🌙 Joshua Garcia & Julia Barretto made me cry my heart out. I even stayed up late just to finish it and I must say that it was worth my time & the lack of sleep haha but I swear it’s so amazing. It’s not your typical boy & girl love story. I’ve learned so many things from their characters, Caloy & Mika. I love them ❤️

• Four Sisters & A Wedding. My all time fave Filipino movie!!! Never gets old for me. It’s the best.

Needing

• some more time all for myself so I can revive my writing skills, I don’t know why am I itching to write after a year since giving birth & becoming a mother. I guess there’s something to write about this new life that I’m in & I know I’ve mentioned that I’m going through this post partum depression. I think writing more & even reading great books would help me recover from it. I know that one day, this depression will leave me. And after all, I have my partner & my daughter to keep me company.

Wishing

• to travel by next year. It’s been my dream to travel from one place to the other. Now that I have my own family, I know it’s going to be amazing!!

I hope you guys are having the best time as the year is coming to an end! But of course, Christmas is happening before the New Year right? Lol I’m so excited for the holidays already even though we’re one month away from that. Always remember to smile & outgrow yourselves everyday and most of all, be happy. ❤️