500 DAYS OF SUMMER

I can't remember how I found out about

500 Days of Summer because I certainly didn't watch it when 

it came out in cinemas five years ago (FIVE YEARS AGO!!) in 2009.

But I remember reading about it on Wiki, as I always do with

films I like or am interested in watching, and when I saw

the date 23rd May in the synopsis, which is when Tom meets 

Autumn and the date of my birthday, I was like, this is fate.

I really need to watch this film ASAP.

And when that DVD finally came into my ownership, it 

didn't let me down.

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This is one of those films that is right up my street.

It's kind of arty and indie but in a good way, the right way,

and it never fails to make me feel good. 

It's the characters, the unique story line, the funny narrator,

the setting, the music, the way it makes me love life...

It makes me laugh, it makes me want to cry, it makes me want 

to go to Ikea and pretend I live there (which I actually have done). 

I want to go to record stores and movies and live in LA and go to 

that park hidden away in the city, and basically just have a cute 

relationship like Summer & Tom.

Oh and not to mention, it makes me want to be Zooey

Deschanel and have her gorgeous hair and style and singing voice. Seriously I was watching the movie again yesterday and 

I was so tempted to just cut my hair

like hers, even though it would not suit me at all.

So yes, I adore this film, it's one of a kind and it's

perfect and I will probably still be watching this when I'm

well past my best before date.

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Here are some cute pics I found from the film... (:

<3

EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON

Today my Nana & Grandad came round for dinner and we got

talking and one of the things we got talking about earlier

was a man my Nana used to date when she was younger.

Now I'm a big believer that everything happens for a 

reason, and my belief in this is something that I know

for a fact will never change. To me it just seems so

logical and what my Nana told me made me believe it

even more ( if that was possible)and this is the story...

So my Nana is Spanish, and she grew up in Spain

just after the Civil War. When she was a young woman

in the 1950's, she fell in love with a man from her 

village. He was called Alejandro and they were completely 

and utterly smitten with one another.

They were together for three years and everyone in the

village was certain that they were going to get married.

It all seemed so perfect for my beautiful Nana and the

handsome and lovely Alejandro, but sadly tragedy struck.

One day my Nana said goodbye to Alejandro and he said

he'd see her two days later, but he never made it.

Alejandro was involved in a car crash with his friends

and sadly it took his life. He was the only one not to 

survive. It makes me feel sad just thinking about it,

fifty years or so later, and for my Nana, it was

absolutely devastating -she had to wipe away tears 

as she told me. It broke her heart, she didn't

eat for days, she was so lost without him, and

it had come so out of the blue when it seemed like

nothing could go wrong.

And of course I understand how tragic it was as he

was so young and in love with his whole life ahead of

him, and Alejandro must've been the most loveliest guy,

judging by the way my Nana still speaks about him.

But the thing is, if he hadn't died on that day,

it's almost certain that my Nana would have married him

and she never would have moved to London, which

she did to try to overcome her broken heart, and most

importantly, she never would have met my Grandad. 

Even when she was in London, on the day she met my

Grandad at a dance hall somewhere in the city, she

was so close to going to meet another man next to

Victoria Station. I find it so strange to think that if

Alejandro hadn't died, or she had gone to meet

that other man instead of my Grandad, as a consequence

9 people including myself wouldn't be here, and who

knows who would be here in our place?

All of our lives were dependent on both the death

of a young man and a split decision that my Nana made 

without knowing at all what would happen as a result, 

not to mention the other decisions that our parents

and grandparents made and events that happened in between.

And when I think of the members of my family

and what they've achieved, all the lives that have

stemmed from my Nana and those before her, it feels

like we were meant to be here for a reason. 

It feels like everything that happened was meant to 

happen for a reason. In this case of Alejandro it's

so tragic, and I wish he hadn't died, but at the same

time maybe he was meant to die, because in losing one

life, nine more were made possible.

And I think that's pretty incredible.

And I can think of so many more examples of why 

everything must surely happen for a reason, but I think

that this is such a powerful example and I hope

you agree too :)

AN HOUR WITH YOU...

I just drew this little

cutie on my graphics tablet,

and I wanted to share it with you, my lovely

readers, wherever you may be.

It's inspired by a certain someone, yes,

however their identity shall

remain a secret for now.

But if you've read some of my earlier posts,

you might be able to guess who...

And for me, the person I like to

spend my hours with is someone who makes

me laugh, who I can talk

to about anything and everything,

who I am 100% myself with,

and who makes my life 

just a little bit brighter than it 

ever was before.

I never know just what we will talk about,

or what will happen when

we are brought together, 

we can talk about anything from

our dreams, our likes, our favourites.

And we never seem to stop.

And I know that when I walk away I

am smiling, and I am happy, and when I am with

this person, I feel exactly the same.

I crave their company,

I look forward to seeing this person,

I look forward to hearing just what tales they have to

say, I like being near them,

close to them.

I wouldn't say I'm in love with this person,

but I feel myself falling just

a little bit each time I am with them, and one day

 in the future I will look at this person

and realise I have fallen in love with everything

they are and everything they are not

without even realising it.

But then again, if fate has other plans,

and we just simply remain friends, I will also be happy 

because having this person somewhere in my life

 is all that matters.

You can't buy that connection,

it's either there or it's not, and whether it be friendship

 or love, you must never let it go.

<3

THE BEGINNING

So this post is kind of to do with love...

I'm kind of inviting you into the goings on in my heart.

Y'see, for the last year I've had a crush on

this guy at my college who just

happens to be an aspiring musician (ie. right up my street).

And obviously at the beginning

it was lovely and perfect and you have

every hope in the world. You're both looking at each

other all the time and thinking this could

really go somewhere and believing it really will.

But the problem was, we had no chance.

We were never introduced, we had no mutual friends or classes,

nothing nothing nothing, both shy, both a little awkward,

and the bottom line is, no matter how much

you convince yourself you do,

you don't really know each other.

And without that essential little component,

nothing can happen.

And as time went on, I wanted more, I wanted to find someone

who I actually spoke to and who made me feel like

something could really truly happen.

And so my feelings slowly burned less brightly,

and I didn't like him like I once did.

It was like hitting a brick wall again and again

and I knew things had to change,

no matter how lovely I thought he was.

And for the record, I still think

he's a lovely person- he's in my form now and

he makes me laugh, which I like (:

But the other day, something happened, and I found

that the loyalties of my heart kind of swapped.

And I closed the door on him.

And someone else kind of kicked open another...

Y'see, the last month or two

I've got to know this guy in one of my classes.
We sit next to each other, and I never dreamed I would get

on with him. But but but, we literally

get on like a house on fire.

It's kind of hard to learn when I'm sat

next to him because he always makes me laugh,

and I always make him laugh,

and we just get on so well and it's lovely

because I've never had that before.

I forget everyone else is there when I'm with him,

it's like it's just me an him, laughing away,

as usual, much to the annoyance

of my teacher.

Now I wouldn't say I fancy him,

but I would say that I have this affection towards him

that slowly gets a little stronger

every time I'm with him, and again,I've

never had anything like that before.

And sometimes I don't know if

he's feeling it too. Last lesson there was a moment

where I definitely felt like he might be, 

but I can't be sure, and I don't

want to rush or assume or mess it up,

because I love just knowing him and chatting to him.

So as I finish this awfully

long post off, I'll say that for me,

one thing came to an end, but, it

coincided with the beginning of another,

and I don't know what might happen,

but what I can say,

is I'm so, so happy I've found him.

<3