This guy is the only guy that made me feel multiple emotions at one time in one sitting. His books move me where the movies didn't, save Walk To Remember with Mandy Moore.
Here are some books that really made me cry like a freaking baby:
A Walk to Remember
When I started reading this book I thought "Omg. Another story about high school kids. Blahhh." How wrong I was. This is absolutely the best book I've ever read that's about teenagers. This book made me bawl my eyes out and laugh like crazy at times. Totally recommend reading this book!
The Notebook
Weelll, I loved the movie BUT I haven't read the book yet! Awful, I know! I bet its as amazing as the rest of the books that he wrote that I've read though.
The Lucky One
This book I read while I was in France. Don't judge me okay! I love reading books, especially one of Spark's novels. I saw this book on the shelf of my aunt's library. Thought to myself, "why not?." So instead of exploring the wonderful streets and scenery of Paris, I was reading. I was soo obsessed with the book that I wouldn't even want to eat to stop. One day my cousins had enough of it and hid the book. I was soo mad at them for days. I eventually found it though and finished it. Needless to say, all that time I spent looking for it was worth it. Have I seen the movie? No, as soon as I saw that Z. Efron was in it, the whole book seemed like an insult.
Dear John
Amazing. 'Nuff said.
The Last Song
I don't know how, but Nicholas Sparks knows what his reader wants. Not only does he puts some romance, he also puts things that people go through with family; divorce; fights; and unsuspected illness. I guess I connected more with this book of his because it's kinda similar to my situation. It's like when I read this book the one thing that kept popping into my mind was "Crap. This is like me."
There needs to be more guys like Nicholas Sparks out there. If he was a little bit younger, well A LOT more younger, he'd be perfect! Just a thought :P
Thursday, September 20, 2012
The bestest friend ever
We always have that one friend that we share secrets with. Tell every single thing. Even the tmi's.
I met that one friend freshman year of high school. Death lord, we were like the same end of the magnet. We barely talked. We didn't know each other's name. We had a mutual friend. Whenever we would say something about the other, we referred to each other as "the other friend." We didn't mean it in a bad way. It was just it was hard to say the other's name. It was hilarious. We finally figured out how to say it during sophomore year. That was the year where our mutual friend would be out all the time so we had nothing else to do but to eat in silence during lunch or attempt to start a conversation that ends up being awkward as heck! Somehow along the way we became close. I didn't know anyone more awesome than me (lol yeah riiiight). We were practically partners in crime, stupidity, and foolishness. Oh boy, did we have fun. We would laugh like crazy and look crazy but not care what other people think. We made inside jokes that were just... Indescribable. We would talk about boy problems. And we still do.
I must say the funniest day I've had with her was during April fools. We were sitting at lunch ( I don't know how we would always have lunch together) and I told her something about this guy that she liked knowing that she likes him. She freaked out. Panicked like a deer when it's flashed by light. It was the most hilarious sight I've ever seen. She was a wreck. Wide eyes, mouth open, staring at me in disbelief. I think she forgot the day. She sees the hidden smile I was trying to cover and her suspicion rises. I couldn't hold it anymore. I burst out laughed. For the whole cafeteria to hear. Needless to say, it was a sight to behold. Her fuming about my April fools joke and me laughing like a hyena. She got me back next year though. Smh.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Friend code: 8
Me and my high school friends have this thing with calling guys that we've been obsessed with for YEARS. They are our 8's. Just 8 in singular form. Well these so called 8's are guys that, in each individual's eyes, in every way perfect. The dream guy.
These guys could be total jerks, but you would always end up forgiving them, and liking them more for it. I know, sounds stupid, but that's how it works. I didn't make these rules, the stupid organ that makes us nervous as heck when near that special someone did. The heart.
What's soo weird is that there's this special quality about these boys that makes you remember them no matter what. You will always remember them even after you get married. They're the what if's. Though to you they seem untouchable, you will always wonder what could of happened if only you did something that made you stand out. With these guys you'll always seem invisible. That admirer from a far. But they will never know. Well... There are times that they do find out. That's when you pray to god that they would find it cute that someone likes them and hope that you don't seem like a stalker.
That guy from Canada
I went to France last summer, and as you know, every girl's dream is to meet someone and kiss them while in a foreign country. It's some sort of fairy tale.
Well I was in the line for a boat ride in the Seine River. Of course I was scouting for a cute face in the crowd. Then, BOOM! There he is. With his blue eyes, tall, dark complexion. As we were being boarded to the boat and finding our seat to settle down, I realize that he picked a sit behind me (OMIGOSH RIGHT?!). Well the tour started and I decided to get some fresh air outside the boat at the back deck. I was looking at the beautiful scenery, and the structure and design of the whole city of Paris surrounding the river. At the corner of my eye, I see his dark blue polo shirt. I just had to do a double take. My heart literally slammed through my chest. It can't be. Did he just follow me back here? His friends are still inside the boat. A Little later they came out *sigh* he took pictures of them. I think they all planned this, because my family came out and asked me to take their pictures. So for a while me and him were our group's personal photographers. When they did finally leave, he stayed at the back,with me. Though we were 5 feet apart, and separated by a flag, I was acutely aware of his presence.
There was a bridge there. A bridge where you make a wish while being under it, and it was said that it'll come true. I didn't know this until my family told me so after passing the bridge. Anyways, when the boat was turning around to end the boat ride, it started getting darker. A voice behind me spoke up. A voice I've never heard before. It was him. I couldn't do anything but look at his beautiful blue eyes, and his outstretched hand that was waiting for a handshake. I looked at it as if such thing was foreign to me. Thankfully, my brain decided to work and held on to his hand for a shake. I'll tell you one thing: I was a wreck! There's this guy that I've been subtly flirting with for the past hour and here he is talking to me. Me. Wow, unbelievable.
He told me where he was specifically from, but all I heard was Canada. I was soo lost with those eyes of his! He said the name of the place where he's from but all I heard was "SHUSHEJIRKSDNF, Canada" total fail, I know. HE told he his name was John. or Jon. or... well heck, I don't even know to spell it.
As it was near the dock, the Eiffel tower lit up. Oh boy, it was just wonderful and perfect.
After the ride, I was in blissful high. I was running up and down the streets yelling and laughing. Though he was to leave the next day it was still nice to meet a stranger in Paris.
Well I was in the line for a boat ride in the Seine River. Of course I was scouting for a cute face in the crowd. Then, BOOM! There he is. With his blue eyes, tall, dark complexion. As we were being boarded to the boat and finding our seat to settle down, I realize that he picked a sit behind me (OMIGOSH RIGHT?!). Well the tour started and I decided to get some fresh air outside the boat at the back deck. I was looking at the beautiful scenery, and the structure and design of the whole city of Paris surrounding the river. At the corner of my eye, I see his dark blue polo shirt. I just had to do a double take. My heart literally slammed through my chest. It can't be. Did he just follow me back here? His friends are still inside the boat. A Little later they came out *sigh* he took pictures of them. I think they all planned this, because my family came out and asked me to take their pictures. So for a while me and him were our group's personal photographers. When they did finally leave, he stayed at the back,with me. Though we were 5 feet apart, and separated by a flag, I was acutely aware of his presence.
There was a bridge there. A bridge where you make a wish while being under it, and it was said that it'll come true. I didn't know this until my family told me so after passing the bridge. Anyways, when the boat was turning around to end the boat ride, it started getting darker. A voice behind me spoke up. A voice I've never heard before. It was him. I couldn't do anything but look at his beautiful blue eyes, and his outstretched hand that was waiting for a handshake. I looked at it as if such thing was foreign to me. Thankfully, my brain decided to work and held on to his hand for a shake. I'll tell you one thing: I was a wreck! There's this guy that I've been subtly flirting with for the past hour and here he is talking to me. Me. Wow, unbelievable.
He told me where he was specifically from, but all I heard was Canada. I was soo lost with those eyes of his! He said the name of the place where he's from but all I heard was "SHUSHEJIRKSDNF, Canada" total fail, I know. HE told he his name was John. or Jon. or... well heck, I don't even know to spell it.
As it was near the dock, the Eiffel tower lit up. Oh boy, it was just wonderful and perfect.
After the ride, I was in blissful high. I was running up and down the streets yelling and laughing. Though he was to leave the next day it was still nice to meet a stranger in Paris.
About me
Well backwards girl that I am, I decided to put the about me after publishing two posts.Oh well, that's me and I'm proud of it! Why did I create a blog? Well, I've been thinking of some random thoughts these past few day and wondered to myself 'What the heck? No one will know who you are on blogs if you posts stuff. And you could also speak freely." Soo TAADAA! Here it is!
First time I've ever heard of creating a blog is through this guy. He was telling me about stuff that he posted and that he got lots of views on it. I asked him if I could see it and he gave me a link to his site. A little tid bit about this whole thing, I liked the guy so as you can guess, I practically stalked him through his blog. I know, I know, creepy right? Don't judge me, kay? I only did this cuz he didn't have Facebook...
Anyways, got a little bit off topic there for a while.
Now back to me! I'm from Houston, Texas. AND MISSING IT EVERY SECOND! I now live in nowhere Iowa, it's starting to get cold too. I'm predicting that I'm gonna die this year with winter coming.
EEIIIKKK! S.O.S!
First time I've ever heard of creating a blog is through this guy. He was telling me about stuff that he posted and that he got lots of views on it. I asked him if I could see it and he gave me a link to his site. A little tid bit about this whole thing, I liked the guy so as you can guess, I practically stalked him through his blog. I know, I know, creepy right? Don't judge me, kay? I only did this cuz he didn't have Facebook...
Anyways, got a little bit off topic there for a while.
Now back to me! I'm from Houston, Texas. AND MISSING IT EVERY SECOND! I now live in nowhere Iowa, it's starting to get cold too. I'm predicting that I'm gonna die this year with winter coming.
EEIIIKKK! S.O.S!
As you wish..
If you don't know what this means and where it came from, get out of my blog right now! Just kidding :P The phrase "As you wish" is something this guy from Princess Bride says to the girl, it's his own unique way of telling her "I love you."I said this to a guy once. Actually more than once. Even told him the movie it came from. OH DEAR. How clueless he was. His actual words were "I think I've heard of that movie but I don't remember." Well ummm, there's this thing called Google where lots of info and data could be easily brought up with a touch of a button and by using specific keywords! *gasp*
LTC
Just wanted to say that Letters to Crushes is the awesomest site I've ever been to! You could randomly post stuff to that special someone that you're too scared to confront, or just simply say something about yourself. Needless to say, this site will help you. It also has the most interesting and supportive people you will ever meet. So what are you waiting for?
The letters alone on this site are the sweetest, truthful letters you'll ever read in your entire life,though at times it's a little bit heart-breaking. You'll realize when you read the letters posted there that the situations that you've been through, going through are happening to other people too: YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Happy now?
The letters alone on this site are the sweetest, truthful letters you'll ever read in your entire life,though at times it's a little bit heart-breaking. You'll realize when you read the letters posted there that the situations that you've been through, going through are happening to other people too: YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Happy now?
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