Back when you were younger do you remember those “Little Miss” books?

Well, a little while back, when I was out and about with a friend in Westwood we stopped in a gift store called Aah’s!  Walking in, you essentially knew what you were getting into.  Everyone has been to those cheesy shops at some point in their lives.  Some, more so than others.  It was littered with silly gag gifts and other assorted randomness.

Most of the time you walk into shops like that just for the experience of them.  Rarely, if ever do you buy something or know someone that does.  At least, not unless they are in their teens or know someone who is about to hit 40.

That night though I did find something.  I found a couple of things actually.  One is indeed silly and I may have to return to get it to send to someone important.  The other?  A few buttons that I put on the messenger bag that I carry most everywhere.  This story is about one button in particular- one that had the image and name of one called “Mr. Perfect.”

Little did I know, that perhaps that was a magnet for the person I would soon find to be my Mr. Perfect- HOM.

After we met it seemed very odd that the button mysteriously fell off my bag.  I put it in my pocket and held it close.  It was as if fate was telling me something…

The button is still in my pocket.  I want not to draw in anyone else.  I firmly believe that I found what I was looking for, even if it may or may not be the right time for it to happen.

Muse for Hire trudges on… those cranes have not been finished yet.  I realize more and more that I know where pure inspiration comes from.  That perhaps I already knew.

Mr. Perfect is in my pocket.  The dream is still there.  I lived it and think about it…but I don’t think about it.  I know that even if it wasn’t him… then damn I came the closest that I’ve ever gotten to it yet.

In the aftermath of the nuclear blast (a story which I am still devoted to help him pen) there is a sole survivor.

I wonder if Mr. Perfect will return and grace the nights and days with that light again or if the light that burns twice as bright will burn out twice as fast yet again.

To you my dear, I would Walk Through Hell.

I really firmly believe that there was a reason why we encountered eachother.  That there was a bit of serendipity.  That it was about something more.  It was real.  It was tangible.  It was… a movie that I will never forget.

I care about you more than you know.

I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did that day.  We were supposed to be flying kites high above the sky… the week that we had made me feel like that inside.

There are things I want to show you.  Experiences that I still want to have with you.  Mr. Perfect… you are everything I always wanted and more.

If you’d only let me.

If only

If only

If only.

I miss you my dearest.  I am looking for that way home… as I said before, San Diego my heart is yours.  This time, more than ever do I know that to be true.

For moments like these.

When I look for something among all the papers I’ve kept along the years and find

A ripped up note about you;

I stick it back together and smile.

Report cards, drawings, poems, pictures

All pieces of me. And I smile.

I keep everything because I don’t want to forget about anyone that made me who I am. Even if I have an entire A5 notebook on how much I hated them at the time (true story).

I want to trap all those feelings inside these boxes, exactly as they were back then; blow the dust away

and smile.

tonight i’ve got call from someone…

he was my ex-boyfriend and we were dating for almost 7 years..

a long time to knew each other

well after almost a year he called me and guess we still have the connection

he has been thinking of me lately…uhmm that was he said to me

we were talking about our day and life

our dreams and hopes

and finally he said he will be with me

always be with me until i can fix all my problem

someone from the past

come after a year we lost contact

he seemed my mind reader

he seemed my guardian angel

always be my side when i feel world is not fair for me

he is the one that i always love…though he was engage with other girl but we still being a best friend

An old commercial that I’ve only now come to love. Did not love “Coco Avant Chanel”, but absolutely heart  Jean Pierre Jeunet’s commercial (really, a short film) for Coco’s iconic scent.

Chanel Nº5 is a scent I associate with my mother. She used to wear it when I was younger. As such, it’s a perfume I would never dream of wearing until I’m in my late thirties. For now, my top three scents:

VERSACE Versense

Was browsing through fragrances in Holt Renfrew last summer, and the lady recommended this one after I tried on the Marc Jacobs Splash in Cucumber. Loved it then, love it now. It’s light and refreshing, just the right amount of citrus so that it’s not cloying (for me, anyway). Best to spray it on the clothes you plan on wearing the night before.

PHILOSOPHY Falling In Love

Been wearing this scent for two years, and I fall in love with it every time I use it. It’s sweet (vanilla). It’s floral (jasmine). It’s just absolutely perfect. Doesn’t last all day, but you can buy it in a cute little size that you can stash away in your purse.

LOLITA LEMPICKA Lolita Lempicka

I judge books by their covers, so it’s not really out of character for me to judge perfumes by their bottles too. Lolita Lempicka perfumes come in bottles inspired by whimsy. This scent is a little more potent than the first two. It’s a little sharper, a little sweeter, a lot more magical. Don’t love the other Lolita perfumes as much, but the bottles are just as pretty…

ah weekends..

to the train..

to you…

To 1 letter away from being…

 H

O

M

…..e.

Wherever you are

Is where I want to be.