There may be a wedding photographer in me.

My two favorite couples in the world. :)

 

I absolutely love these candid shots I took of them. 

So happy; so natural...

...SO MUCH LOVE!

:D

Photos are completely unedited. And the white clothes happened to just be a coincidence.
What are the odds right?! :)

I see white, I see light and I hear (future) wedding bells HAHA omg I am a total ditsy hopeless romantic.

Had already begun building a scrapbook as their wedding gifts. Loser that I am.

There is fiction in the space between.

I was once told that I write fictional tragedies with a beautiful flair. But what the boy didn't know was that I also write each and every one of them with an air of misguided certainty that none will ever happen to me.

So proud; so naive.

So remarkably confident it's almost comical.

And now that it had in fact happened, all that I'm capable of doing is drawing back and being selfish.

For a special girl in my life.

Blurred photos; engraved in our hearts.

A beautiful girl who is never without a smile and in possession of the kindest heart.

Words can't do justice to what an incredible person this girl is to me.

Happy 21st dannidarl :)

Tell me where to draw the line.

Currently reading a philosophical book regarding men's struggle between good and evil.

I am reading this because just a few short weeks ago I was thinking about the very issue this book is discussing.
That perhaps in actual fact, no man is resistant to temptation, and the key is mainly the building of circumstances surrounding the said man.
What if the core of every human is evil?
That in spite of 孔子's claim on  人之初，性本善, men are essentially evil to begin with, but as they progress along their lives, the teachings are what mold them to be good?
Does that mean without the teachings and proper guidance, men are likely to be evil?
That the ancient Greek rules of the Natural Law does not exist?
Does that mean that all humans are born barbaric?

And here are a few of my favorite quotes from this book.

• Whenever you want to achieve something in life, keep your eyes open, concentrate and make sure you know exactly what is it that you want. No one can hit their target with their eyes closed.
• Two kinds of idiots. Those who don't take action because they have received a threat, and those who think they are taking action because they have issued a threat.
• The story of one man is the story of all men.
• Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time.
• Rich men never waste a penny, only poor people do that.
• Man needs what's worst in him in order to achieve what's best in him.

I have a habit of scribbling down quotes from books on yellow post-its, and proceed to molest my bedroom wall with them haha! I am not perfect and more often than not, I do find myself straying from the good. They serve as a reminder and a guideline of how I should live my life, the important things I should focus on.

And this book has given birth to a lot more yellow post-its on my wall. I really like this book. :)

20 facts about me:

1.     I have a loud sneeze. And by loud I mean manly.

2.     Subconsciously I narrate my everyday life inside my brain. In third person. With a British accent.

3.     I eat a lot. I mentally prepare myself to suffer from a cardiac arrest any second, and with the amount of Mcdonalds I eat, it really will come as no surprise.

4.     My all time favorite chick flick is How to Lose A Guy in Ten Days.

5.     James McAvoy is my new Patrick Dempsey. I love him in almost every movie I see him in, except for Wanted, where he depicted himself as American. Not that I have anything against Americans but I am a hopeless sucker for his refined English/Scottish accent in movies like Becoming Jane, Atonement etc. 

Perfection.

Let me touch you before I die please.

I need to do something about my non-existent sex life.

6.     When I am nervous I talk a lot. When I am drunk I talk even more.

7.     I am a dreamer. I have a wedding playlist, and my wedding gown picked out, even though I do not even have a boyfriend. Which is fine until it comes to picturing my (future) baby’s face. That's when it gets a little bit tricky. YES I AM CREEPY THAT WAY.

8.     I neglect my phone. I get shit from my friends for this.

9.     I can be a pushover. I also get shit from my friends for this. :’)

10. As of this second my playlist is playing Feels like Home, the Chantal Krevizuk version. I will take all the time in the world to find that special someone worth dedicating this song to. Don't rush me!

11. I used to have a picture of Brian Littrel (yes yes Backstreet Boys) in my wallet. Next to a passport photo of myself. But in all fairness I was in Primary Four.

12. I am very emotional. I am terrible with goodbyes. So much so that sometimes I just skip them.

13.I love scrapbooking. Artsy fartsy stuff. Doodling, sketching and the occasional painting.

14.I am incredible when it comes to discovering non-obvious gay men. It’s uncanny. Almost as though I have a gay alarm in my system that goes BEEP BEEP BEEP whenever a gay man is within a 2 metre radius.

15. I cannot imagine a day of my life without music. But I can do so without my phone.

16. At the moment my favourite authors are Paulo Coelho and Nick Hornby.

17. I love colours.

18. It is easy to tell when my heart/mind is in a mess; because my room will be in one too. Then in an oddly therapeutic process, I will clean up every bit of my room and arrange everything in a certain order.

19. Writing is a passion, not necessarily for an audience. I love writing for my own leisure and relaxation. Which explains this blog that only very few of my friends know about. People I keep very close to my heart, people whom I know will never judge.

20. I’d very much like to learn tap dancing one day.

Keep it simple; keep me sane.

Relationships are tough.

I stayed up two nights straight listening to my friend going ballistic about her boyfriend. 

Dissecting and evaluating his every action.

She felt that he's getting too comfortable and not as passionately obssessed about her as he was in the beginning.

And what triggered this?

He told her he was going to bed but then he couldn't sleep and instead of texting her he posted a tweet.
Which ticked her off and she was annoyed at herself for being ticked off.

...

Where is the confident, intelligent girl I used to know? Who is this jumpy, insecure girl invading my best friend's body?

Don't get me wrong I absolutely sympathize with her situation.

My point is love is not reasonable; it robs you of your common sense. You are no longer in full control of your head and thus you are inclined to act with a compulsive heart rather than a rational mind. You're giving up more than just your time and your freedom, but you are also giving up a huge part of your, well in this case, sanity.

I AM ALMOST GLAD I AM SINGLE.

But to be fair even with all these emotional trials and tribulations, it doesn't mean one should give up on love.

And to be afraid of taking that leap of faith.

Or to risk your heart being hurt by someone whom you know is absolutely worth taking that chance.

You see, we live in a world spoon-fed by movies and books like Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus and we are geared to believe love is difficult and complex. That mind games is essential in keeping your man constantly interested in you. 

And I am not denying they don't work, because they do. 

But is the effort truly necessary?

I secretly believe (hope) that it isn't, that love is actually simple.

It's a glance and a smile across the room in a mundane formal dinner.

It's a hand on your knee when you are driving in the country.

It's coming home from a late night at the office and bringing your (ok fine, my) favorite mcds double cheeseburger set. Large. Two straws in the coke.

It's the little things.

Love is serenity, contentment. 

Love is ordinary yet magical.

It's the rested feeling that whatever it is you're going through, someone is there to take your hand and have your back.

Or at least, that's how I wish it to be.

Maybe I am misguided or bias.

Maybe I am tired from all that intense, mind-boggling, life-draining love.

Love that brings you over the moon and slams you back down to earth in one flash of a lightning.

Love that takes you for a rollercoaster ride and inevitably comes to a screeching abrupt end.

Love that wounds, love that lies, love that fears, love that dies.

Maybe now all I am looking for is a singular focus, peace. And now I find myself equating peace to love.

Then again don't take my word for what love is about. Who am I to talk? I've been single for around a year and from the few men I've met in this time, none were anything close to giving me peace.

However I have learnt to seek peace within myself, and for now, that is enough. :)

MY SENORITA ANGELINA,

IS NOW

VEINTIUNO!

:)

Took the most beautiful 21 year-old to a nice dinner and ordered pizzas, tapas, different pastas...and etc.

Had so much food we couldn't even finish the cake.

This coming from me is pretty damn serious okay.

I never NOT finish cake.

After dinner, the glowing birthday girl suggested karaoke, and we had a ball of a time!

Here's to our friendship through thick and thin, and although you will most probably never read this, thank you for being my sanity in the darkest of times.

I will always be here to walk you through yours too.

On those days when you need a shoulder, just turn around and I'll be your boulder.

I love how your hug is just a hallway away from mine and I don't think I'll ever have the heart to let leave our house and all our laughters behind.

Isn't she lovely?

Beautiful, beautiful girl inside out.

Her boyfriend is the luckiest boy ever, and I NEVER stopped reminding him that haha.

Happy Birthday Darling :)

I love you so very much.

Never Let Me Go.

It had never occurred to me that our lives, so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I'd known, maybe I'd have kept a tighter hold of them.
- Kathy, Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro.

I'll never smile again till I smile at you.

No lah just kidding I'll never smile again till my pay is in.

*frantically refreshing maybank2u page every 2 seconds*

Take me back in time.

I just got a phone call from Shirley in Singapore.

The darling girl called me because she got worried as I have been missing in action for some time.

I FEEL SO LOVED. T_T

SUPPOSE ONE DAY I GOT MYSTERIOUSLY ABDUCTED BY SOME BRAIN-JUICE SUCKING ALIEN, I CAN REST ASSURED THAT SHIRLEY WILL BE THE FIRST TO NOTICE AND FILE A REPORT TO THE FBI.

NO SERIOUSLY OMG I LOVE YOU SHIRLEY SIM. THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A DEAR.

:)

And the following two photos are impromptu snaps I took right after the phone call for purposes of updating Darling Shir.

This is a close up photo so
YES SHIRLEY GO AHEAD AND INSPECT MY FACE FOR POSSIBLE ALIEN INHABITATION!

I wore the granny glasses on purpose so you can laugh at me, knowing full well how much you dislike them haha!

And here's proof I am still the old me.

Ok maybe I have turned justtttttttttt a little cuckoo.

I am more than fine as you can very well see. :)

Goofy as ever.

Nothing's changed.

Do not panic!

HAHA!

Remember this? :)

You know which one's my favorite? The one in the top right corner.

I love the candid shot and I love our natural smiles :)

We were so young, so happy and so very carefree.

Heck we were ONLY 13 years old!

Reality check, those photos were taken EIGHT whole years ago, canyoubelieveitomg, how time flies.

So much has happened since then.

I miss our time in chms.

I miss having you as my biggest competitor for grades, essays, art, music, calligraphy, debates, speeches and...boys. :p

I miss passing notes to you in class when we were to continue writing each other's fictional stories.

I miss YOUR GOODY-GOODY-TWO-SHOES-TEACHER'S-PET-FACE.

I miss cramming exams at the last minute with you and STILL scraping through with good results.

I miss dialing your home number (YEA I KNOW RIGHT, HANDPHONE-FREE DAYS FTW *insert ROCK ON hand sign*) and hearing your maid's voice asking me to,"Tunggu jap. SHIRLEYYYYYYYYYYYYY~"

I miss hiding books we love in the library because there is a limit of two books we can borrow at a time.

I miss having movie marathons with you and sleeping over at your place.

I miss climbing with you to your roof and sitting there watching the sky, at the same time having to be alert and make sure your mom did not catch us.

I miss making a fool out of myself when I'm with you.

I miss you creating a million and one nicknames for me: mars, mari, mario, etc.

I miss our laughters and oddly, even our pointless fights.

And most importantly. I miss you, my oldest best friend since Primary 4, who had never failed to stand by me and being a wonderful friend in your own special way.

I love you very much.

The past few weeks flashed by in a busy blur. I hardly have time to draw my breath before the next thing hits me squarely in the face.

School and work have taken over my life so I haven't been free to talk to you.

I am so very touched you called out of the blue to ask how I am coping.

That really meant the world to me.

 I will pay you a visit as soon as I manage take to a break from work and classes.

Take good care Shir. :)

I want to give you a huge bone-crunching hug that lifts your tiny body off the ground and then swing you all around! :)

So.

I was just thinking about all my fears.

And I was just thinking about how easily you put all my fears to shame.

Because it suddenly dawned on me that there are few things in my life which dislodges more terror in me than imagining what you are capable of doing to yourself.

And in turn what you do to me.

As I stare at your empty eyes and hapless figure, I feel the building of an almost perverse hatred rising from my gut. I see flashbacks of what you used to be and what you have been turned into.

The monster you have become.

And the many things I could have done to have prevented this tragedy staring blankly before me.

Because I know you were made for so much more. You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You are capable of more than the lifeless shell you have made yourself to be.

And as I struggle furiously to pinpoint the root of the problem I am taken aback by one stunning realization: I do not know who to blame.

I laid out options, but I had never given you choice.

I disclosed everything to you in binary form. 

Right or wrong. Black or white. No middle ground. No grey areas.

I refused to allow you the arch in between.

I was harsh.

You silently loathed me for that. I felt it, your suppressed resentment, burning into the back of my brains.

I knew, yes, but I didn't budge.

I allowed you to reduce yourself to the vacant state you are as of now.

I know now it was I who destroyed you. 

You are the product of me.
We are entwined, you and I.

A cycle. An infinity loop. Constant. Perpetual.

For you are only my mirror, and I your reflection.

Sackcloth and ashes for one year.

Rachael Yamagata is visiting Singapore a day from today and I just only found out ten minutes ago.
Immediately googled for price of tickets and this is what I found.

I can hear my heart breaking. 

I fell in love with her when I first heard her album Happenstance 6 years ago.
Her music has always spoken to me in difficult times.
Her brilliant voice sends chills down my spine.

I have always wanted to see her live.

I really really want to go... :'(

So near yet so far.

Devastated.
I declare myself clinically depressed.
Gonna pull my hair and launch into "poor me why me" mode.

Conversation of the day:

Leesa *shakes head*: One ringgit sundae cone and you are the happiest girl in the world.

Me *shrugs*: What can I say? I'm a cheap date.

Filmstrip.

Because I need a reminder on how much of a pig I can make of myself.

And try to eat with more grace in the future.

So focused on my ice cream I had no idea my friend was taking photos of my er..gluttonous exhibit the entire time.
She claimed that I have this evil satisfied smile after I shove the last bit of the cone into my mouth.
(Naturally) I got a bit defensive and said, "NOT TRUE."
She snorted, then replied triumphantly with a smirk that she caught it on cam. (Refer to the last photo)

I went speechless.
A picture's worth a thousand words.

I have the most jobless awesome friends.

Trying my best to get off of this fence

for I won't last.

    :(

I'm trying to put this thing to bed

I drugged it in its sleep

Remember what you said

Are you comfortable to keep

it

?

BY THE AGE OF 20

I'VE MET THE ONE I'M WILLING TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH.

Meet 

my 

valentine
2011.

Oh Tuna Temptation, how I love thee.

Can you not see the golden glow it exudes?

*Sighing in contentment.*

NO.
I AM NOT SHARING.
KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF THIS IS MY BABY
MINE ALL MINE BACK OFF NOW YOU SHAMELESS PIG OR I SHALL...

You left me no choice.

Scattered.

Assignments: destroyed power of speech + most brain activity.

Tonight (this morning), capable only: typing in keywords.

6.55am, hunger, major cheesy wedges crave,

pensive, 

law,

applied or regurgitated,

politics and poor egypt,

less fortunate,

rm200 vouchers, ss3 orphanage,

spongebob squarepants!

homer simpson, tap dancing,

tangled hair, tangled brains,

motivational quotes,

que sera sera,

love mommy,

james visiting next tuesday :)

birds chirping,

sunrise soon,

need sleep.

now.

Now, say you are a bird.

I
spotted
the
cutest
bathing
suit
in
the
whole
world

Heart-shaped neckline.
Polka-dots.
Frills.

My weaknesses in bold letters.
I die.


The cute swimsuit has got me feeling like a 50's pin up girl.

Or, 
dare I say it,
Allie Calhoun in the beach scene with Noah.

All I need is to slap on one huge headband (and get my face restructured and body remodeled to look like the beautiful Rachel McAdams) and I'm good to go.

But of course there must be a Ryan Gosling to hold me in his arms, look me in the eye and say, "If you're a bird, I'm a bird."

A girl can't go through all that trouble for nothing.

Yes I do realize this post is solely for my own amusement and fantasy HAHA.

Guilt -4.12am, 23 Jan 2011.

It's a grey cloud that follows me wherever I go.
It's a haunting ghost that refuses to leave me alone.
It's a firm hand on my shoulder; a weight that is distinctive enough for me to experience heavier footsteps.
It is a lump in my throat that I can't seem to swallow.
Guilt grips the heart like steel fingers, cold, hard and firm, clenched tightly enough to make one feel suffocated, but not enough to take one's life away.

I think there is a French proverb that says something along these lines, there's no pillow softer than a clear conscience. I do not understand. My conscience is clear, I have never done anything I thought was wrong but yet I always seem to be the one burdened with guilt.
Why is that so?
Why am I still awake?
Why wouldn't the universe give me a break?
I have so many unanswered questions.

I want so badly to shrug off this lingering invisible cloak; just to feel light again.
In fact. I will do just that. I'm going to sleep right after this and when I open my eyes to the morning sun, I want to wake up knowing that I've left all these guilt and pain behind.

- extracted from my handwritten journal. And knowing what a klutz I can be I might, God forbid, one day lose my journal. This is something I want to remember.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep

But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost.

Christmas ♥

p.s.

At this very minute Dean Martin is crooning for me to stay because baby it's cold outside.

He's telling me he'll take my hat and my hair looks swell!

:)

AWW DEAN! *flips hair*

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

IS PATRICK DEMPSEY.

THAT HAIR.

 THOSE EYES.

THAT SMILE.

 I HAVE TO HAVE YOU NOW.

MARRY ME PATRICK I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES.

You don't have to wrap him up all nicely for me, dear Santa, I am not fussy like that so please do not hassle yourself. ;)
I understand you are a busy man and have a tight schedule as it is.
So all I ask of you is to just pop him into my condo elevator.

Like this.

I WILL BE ALL READY TO POUNCE ON HIM THE VERY SECOND THE DOORS OPEN.


Oh what I wouldn't give to be Ellen Pompeo in this scene...

You lucky, lucky bitch.

I would take Patrick over Eric Dane any day. (Yes I like to delude myself into thinking I am on a first name basis with Patrick heheh). Dane reminds me of Ken. As in Barbie and Ken. I don't know. I don't like men who look too perfect and too chiselled. It feels unreal to me. Not in a good way. Almost plastic.


However.
IF, in the unfortunate event that Santa fails to deliver my Mr. McDreamy-Future-Husband, I guess I can grudgingly settle for a Mcsteamy a.k.a Mark Sloan/Eric Dane. For one night.

Yes out of the many decent pictures I can find of this man I must pick one where he is half naked.

I think I'm hormonal.

Quick stolen moments

 in between stressful exams cramming.

Dear blog,
I have a lot to tell you but I simply do not have the time. I hereby promise you much more elaborated writings and non-stop rantings after I get the exams out of my system, but this will have to do for now, ok? :*

I have such beautiful and amazing friends. :)

And I have a pair of red velvet ribbon hairclips to walk me through my exams. :D

I indulge myself in small doses of Christmas spirit like this through this agonizing period hehe.
Small though it is, it brings me hope and joy. :)

Its December and Christmas is in the er... (h)air!

OK TIME TO GO BACK TO THEM BOOKS MARY!

Come away with me

and I will 
write 
you
a song.

On the bus,

I HAVE DISCOVERED THE PERFECT COVER FOR ROBBERY/THEFT.

HER.

WHAT A CUTIE.

I SWEAR those eyes can get away with anything! 

So beautifully hypnotizing ZOMGGG.

She was looking down at my favorite moccasins and making adorable gurgling sounds. And as though in a trance, I almost took them off for her.

No second thoughts about walking home from the bus stand barefooted!

Well well well.
*scratches chin slyly*

Now if I kidnap her, we can take the world by storm!

She'll do the dazzling and I can do the stealing part and and I will be rich MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-okyeathatsenoughmary.

She's gonna be a real heartbreaker :)

没有什么 会永垂不朽

还没好好的感受 雪花绽放的气候
我们一起颤抖 会更明白 什么是温柔

还没跟你牵著手 走过荒芜的沙丘
可能从此以后学会珍惜 天长和地久

还没为你把红豆 熬成缠绵的伤口
然后一起分享 会更明白 相思的哀愁

还没好好的感受 醒著亲吻的温柔
可能在我左右 你才追求 孤独的自由

有时候 有时候
我会相信一切有尽头.

Help me believe in rainbow after the rain.

Snow White (my laptop) has failed me once again so I am typing this with another friend's laptop.

:(

That is just one of the many things that has not been going my way.

But I refuse to complain and I shall hold no regrets. I'll just mark them down as experience.

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.

I remembered making a bookmark with those words when I was 12?

Well now its about time I start believing them.

I'm struggling to be optimistic right here and focus on the small delights of life.

And ta-da~!

This made my day. :)

Its the 21st century and Santa has twitter! :)

And yes *shifty eyes* I confess I am so weird I actually typed out santa claus in the search button of twitter. 
And then proceeded to stalk follow him.  But in my defence, I really can use some christmas spirit right now. :p
ALSO, it must be said, santa followed me back too! (PROOF IN THE FIRST PICTURE ABOVE)


*toothy grin*

You are free.

But you have to choose.
An open oven bakes no bread.

My eyes are so bleary

I guess I'm young
But I feel so weary

Answers.
We seek them everyday of our lives.
Its in our nature to be curious, to not leave any stones unturned. That is how we evolve and advance, that is what makes us what we are today.

We all have unanswered questions.
Sometimes we just keep them to ourselves because of various reasons.
Like pride?
Or fear.

Fear of the unknown.

More often than not. The answers are there staring right back at us, but we refuse to acknowledge it.
Simply because the truth hurts.
Sometimes, it is so much easier to turn our backs to the real answer and pretend we don't see it.

Because sometimes, when we find the answers we are looking for, whether intentionally or otherwise, it invariably leads to even more questions.
More unanswered questions that stay and torment us every minute of the day.
Clawing at the walls of our heads, driving us insane.

We are too smart for our own good.
So sometimes, it really is the lesser of two evils to turn a blind eye.
Some questions are better left alone.

I am alone on a bicycle for two.

Tale as old as time; song as old as rhyme.

A few weeks ago, Disney had re-released Beauty and the Beast on DVD!

If you are a hopeless sucker of the movie and Ellen Degeneres (like me), then you'd want to click here and view this. :)

I LOVE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.

Its my guilty pleasure movie.
Growing up, I had a special fondness for Belle because I felt I was a lot like her, wait a minute quittheeyerollingthankyou HEAR ME OUT, not the beauty part.
Just how we are both the odd one out, loves reading and believes in fairytales.
Sprited, we are both full of dreams.

:)
♥


Also.
I have a secret crush on Ellen Degeneres.
I am straight as a stick but I CANNOT DENY I AM ATTRACTED TO HER.
She's so smart and so very charming. I'm incredibly drawn to the intelligent twinkle in her eyes and to her easy  humour.
Okay the word crush may be pushing it a bit far because I simply cannot picture the IDEA of a girl kissing me.


*tries*
*and shudders uncontrollably*

NOPE. No blardy way.

Still.
Can't deny she is the only lesbian I am attracted to haha.
Enjoy the link! :)

Maybe I love you

maybe I just like the sound

But if you disappear

You'll still hear

When my heart hits the ground

Every touch of every scene
Is as beautifully broken as a bird without wings

All we have
holding us back
holding us back

For all we have
what's holding us back?

HAHA!

Hello, October.

September's over and I am a year older.

One of the hardest thing to do is leaving your comfort zone. But you have to let go of the life you're familiar with and take the risk to live the life you are dreaming about.
You can waste your life building boundaries, or you can live your life crossing them.

I want to stop being down, I want to be positive again. I am making it a point to focus on happy thoughts.

So...here goes!



Things that makes me smile:

Painting my toenails candy red and wiggling them against my green curtains to create a red and green Christmas palette!
Since its only October and I can't possibly wait till December to be happy again, I decided to bring Christmas to me hehe.
Excuse me while I steal wisps of the jolly Christmas spirit in advance. :)

Spotting Doraemon's mosquito repellent when strolling in a drugstore! :)
Need I say more? :D

Finding the adorable toy soldiers I used to have in my home when I was a kid!
And rearranging them in positions...and prepare them for battle!
GO SOLDIERS~!

Finding out HAPPY FAMILY CARDS still exist!

Looking at my adorable little vintage satchel bag sitting comfortably on my lap. :)




And finally this......................


This picture cracks me up every time HAHA!

THIS IS A STORY OF GIRL MEETS SALMON.
BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW UPFRONT, THIS IS A LOVE STORY.
THE GIRL'S ORGASMIC EXPRESSION SAYS IT ALL.
EPIC.