Have you heard of Choi Sungwoo? Choi Sungwoo is this quirky boy, who loved EunSung when he was a little kid, and who still loved EunSung when he grew up into an adolescent. Perhaps both of them always liked each other all along, but they masked the undercurrent of mutual romantic feeling with a platonic relationship. They were the very best of friends, until EunSung finally came to terms with her feelings for Sungwoo, and everything changed. They grew further apart from each other, perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worst.

That's Choi Sungwoo. And just for a Choi Sungwoo in my life... He'd be my best friend forever and ever, and I would never tell him I liked him, like EunSung did, because I would never want him to leave my side. I won't care if he goes out with other girls... no, I will care, but I'll ignore it, simply because having him by my side, to be my pillar of support and being able to love him just that way, would be enough. No, it wouldn't be enough, but it would be familiar. Things wouldn't change.

Do you think its silly? I don't.

Ever After

Go read Ever After if you can. It is one of the best fanfictions I've ever come across. And don't worry, its not too tragic; nobody dies.

It's way past my bedtime, and my eyebags are horrendous, but I don't feel like sleeping just yet.

I want to have my own bookshop in a quaint little corner in London, along a cobbled street and a busy road. It will cosy and small, and every inch will be crammed with shelves, bursting with all sorts of picture books on travelling, books on photography and art, romance novels, National Geographic... There won't be any science fiction books or weird Science books because I don't like those. There'll be squashy armchairs and a little cafe, whereby my patrons can sit down and read their book and sip a mug of warm, frothy cappuchino. There'll be soothing, relaxing jazz music playing softly from the stereo, and when people enter my bookstore, I want them to feel as if they've stepped into a different place, full of old-world charm. I want them to feel relaxed and completely at ease in my bookstore, safe from theire helter-skelter lives and the pressure-cooker environments at their workplaces. At night, when I close my bookshop and prepare to head home, it is rainy outside, and I take out my bright yellow umbrella, wearing my boots and a thick, comfy coat, with a scarf wrapped snugly around my neck. I'll step out onto the wet pavement, breathe in that wonderful scent of rain, smile because I'm the happiest person in the world, open up my yellow umbrella, and walk down the street slowly, while everyone else around me is rushing to get home.

Its moments like these, quiet moments at home when everyone else is sleeping, and the night is calm and the roads are deserted, that I feel like getting out of Singapore. Yes, I know I love Singapore, and I know I said I'll marry a charkwayteow man over a rich businessman any day, if its the charkwayteow man I truly love... But sometimes, I just want to be wholly, unabashedly romantic, and fly away to London and make all my dreams come true. I want to meet my future husband in my bookstore, whereby he'll enter and the bell on the door will jingle, and I'll look up with a smile on my face. Our eyes will meet and just for one brief, fleeting moment, our hearts will both stop. And both of us will just know, that this is it. He'll court me with bouquets of wild flowers, and we'll dine at cosy cafes, then walk along the River Thames, or watch a play, and we'll laugh in wild abandonment. And at my doorstep, we'll say goodnight, and he'll kiss my gently, brushing my hair back and wishing me sweet dreams.

I sound so disgustingly lovelorn.