I miss my Tumblr family.

Once I’m back in Dubai, I’ll be active on le blogsphere once again. By the first week of April, I’ll be bombarding people’s Asks and Fan Mail boxes. :-P

For now… Thank you for the birthday greetings and wishes. ;-)

Dear new followers,

Hello. My name is Janine. I have a three-way relationship with pizza and sour-cream dip. Am I a writer? No. I’m a brainfarter. Ignore the description on page. (lol)

Thank you for appreciating my works. Looking forward to astonishing you with more garbage. Let’s be friends. I’m nice. But scarcely great.

Love,
artreture

Off to *temp* dye my hair. Still deciding whether I should go for Jean Grey-ish red or dark brown. Will take a pic when I get back, squee.

Ta, Tumblr. Belated Happy Sithmas one and all! :-)

They said love was like the sun, powerful and strong. It was like the moon, a beacon of light and hope that shed cognizance upon the darkest, lifeless corners of this Earth that whimpered in its plight. It was like the stars in the sky, that twinkled and danced every time it saw a soul gape at its magnificence. Love was like the artistic ripples of sand in the desserts of the Middle East, cleverly drafted out to stretch on to forever. It was the point where the sky meets the sea, a promise of everlasting free-fall into all things that quavered with energy, gaiety and blinding bliss. Love was like the haste of raindrops that fell from the sky, yet creating a wonderful rhythm as it hits the top of cars, pavements, lamp posts and on people, tapping them on the shoulder as if to say a quick hello. Love was like the breath of the heavens taking over your body and you suddenly had the capacity to overtake gravity.

They spoke of love in an intrinsic manner, and I couldn’t fathom it. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. You too, spoke of love; you spoke of me. Love is everywhere, but beyond my understanding. But I promise, once I find where my heart is, or if I have to grow one, it will be completely yours. It will be yours to keep.

For now, go on and tell me more stories.

Love is like an alchemist’s best-kept secret.

You have to look for it without a map. You have to feel it without seeing it. You have to tap into some unknown force of the universe, hoping it would lead you to it. Even if it leads you astray for a while.
The best tool you can use is your belief and instinct that if it’s love you found right then and there, you’ll know it’s yours to keep.
If it is the real thing and feels like it’s true love, then maybe it is. Don’t even label it “true love”. Just hold on forever.

If there are no words to describe the happiness or the realness, that’s it. You’ve found it.