life's mean reds.

i hereby declare cecelia ahern as my favourite author.

ive missed my usual tv slot, chats online, much needed sleep an outing with my dearest darling puff for her, ahh, and have even been willing to carry a book with a bimbotic cover that i wouldnt otherwise be caught dead doing. but i really cant help it. it's literally telling me never to judge a book by its cover cos i have not met an author for such a loong time that could put the exact words to the feelings in me all these while. i guess it is true that you can tell when someone says things from their heart. two books so far and counting, and she has already made me laugh, cry and smile at her little stories of love. coming from someone who has been losing faith in love and romance, i count that as a feat.

maybe, maybe, true love isn't impossible at all.

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