share my umbrella

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together

Told you I'll be here forev

Said I'll always be a frien

Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella

Who's umbrella can you stand under when it's raining heavily? Me, I'm pretty lucky that I've always found people who's umbrella they are more than willing to share with me even before I ask them. In every chapter of my life, there are people like that. I wish its the same for you. After all, nothing is worse than having to drown in a storm right?

love means never having to say you're sorry

"SORRY?"

I just read Erich Segal's book called A Love Story. It made me ponder. They never said sorry to each other no matter how ruthless their fights were and no matter how unreasonable they were to each other. I cannot fathom it. I don't understand why they are that way.

See, I am a firm believer that saying sorry is important. When you hurt someone, apologize. When you hurt the one you love, it is very important to say sorry. Reading this book is making me think now. Is it really important to say sorry or have I been living a "perception" that sorry is important?

What do you think?

bee stings

If a bee stings you, would you still help it if it meant that it would live 100 more years? Most of you would probably say no. I would understand. A bee sting would hurt like crazy and no one wants to suffer pain when one can avoid it.

Think about this though. Why then do we still care for the people we love eventhough they hurt us with their words or actions? Why then do we still love these people? Why then do we put up with their silliness and make excuses for their thoughtlessness? It is simply because it is in our nature to love them, to care for them, and to understand them.

Just as much as it is in the nature of the bee to sting, it is in our nature to still hold out our hand and let these bees sting us. We can't help it. We are what we are. We let our hearts bleed until it bleeds no more.

So, how many bees have stung you and are you still letting them sting you?

so I'm 27 now ....

So these are the roses that the SO gave me. It was such a sweet surprise since he rarely gives me roses. 3rd in the 3 years we've been together. Ü




Above are the cakes, the basket I stole from a friend (lol) and the carousel my former team gave me. I love them all since they represent something in my life and what I hope my 27th year will turn out to be. Sweet, creative, and a whimsical adventure of dreams to come true. Ü

So that's how my birthday went. When's your birthday?