I love how you greeted me in King’s Cross with a single red rose, the warmest hug, and that smile – the one that lights up your whole face and makes your eyes sparkle. I love your height, how you simply tower over me and how I can just tuck my head under your chin nicely. I love your charisma, your confidence, and the way you carry yourself – always positive and looking on the bright side of life. I love how comfortable you are with yourself, and with me. I love how we are both such big eaters, and how we always tend to over-order, stuffing ourselves crazy. I love the way you look at me, and how you would from time to time give me one of those cheeky winks that makes my heart skip a beat. I love how you simply walk up to the mirror in your room to check yourself out, to dance, or just to give your hair a little tousle. Peacock. I love how you make me laugh all the time, especially when you turn that swagger onnn. I love how we always try to best each other in gaming, and how we would each distract the other to get the upper hand. But I love how we are essentially a team, regardless of how many times we kick each other’s bums in Tekken. I love how you love scaring me, and then trying to make it up to me by hugging me tightly. I love how you pull me onto your lap even though there is space for me to sit on the couch. I love how we wrestle about, trying to tickle one another but always ending up almost falling off the bed every single time. I love how you tend to fall asleep on Skype at times, and how you try to deny it afterwards, burying your face into your pillow. I love how much you love your suits, and how deliciously dapper you look in them. Mraow.
I love how chivalrous you are with me, and how you would always offer me your coat whenever you see me shiver, even though you know you would end up being cold in the process. I love how we can have long, intimate conversations until the wee hours in the morning, and how we can talk about absolutely ridiculous bollocks for the same amount of time. I love how we are when we dance together – the energy, the connection, the spark, and how everything else around us just melts away. I love the little things you do, like calling me from the docklands in London just because I was getting a little emotional about leaving Aberdeen after university. I love how playful we are together, teasing and picking on each other just for the fun of it. I love how safe and warm I feel in your arms, and how you stroke my hair to sleep, nuzzling my head affectionately. I love how you curse in disgruntlement when things do not go your way in a game, and how you would come to me for comfort following that. I love how we can have quiet times together, be it wandering around London town hand in hand at night or just lying in bed all snuggled up under the covers, doing absolutely nothing but indulging in each other’s company.
I love how much you have grown throughout these five wonderful years of knowing you, and I could not be prouder, happier. I love how you have reignited the passion and fire in me – for life, for love, for everything, and how you have taught me so much. I love how you take me out of my comfort zone, so I can grow and flourish even more. I love how you are like my best friend as well, and how you are always there to give me a good kick whenever I need it. I love how we never stop exploring, discovering, and learning, growing as individuals, and as a couple. I love how we have so much in common, and yet have so many different interests too. I love how you make me smile like crazy, and how you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I love how every day feels like the very first day of our relationship, and how we celebrate every second we have together. I love how we both want the best for each other, and how we make the best of everything we have. I love your little surprises, and how we love without fear. I love how we can be anything, and everything we want to be. I love how I am a part of your life, and how you are a part of mine. I love how special you are to me, and how I am to you.
Most of all,
I love how you love me, and how I love you. ♥
W Hotel, London
(just a temporary picture for now until I get a better one!)
#nowplaying I’m in Miami Bitch (clean version: I’m in Miami Trick) by LMFAO
Something I’m looking forward to this summer,
I’m a big fan of the Step Up films and Jon M. Chu, mostly because they like to push limits and explore new boundaries, always taking things to the next level with each instalment released. For Step Up: Revolution, they’ve taken it even a notch higher (of course), making this the biggest one yet – placing emphasis on a whole mob of dancers instead of just a crew and setting it against the colourful vibrance of Miami, where a revolutionary shift from performance art to protest art takes place. Dancing, to make a difference and fight for a greater cause.
Oh, and I’m going absolutely crazy over the cutting-edge scene with the suits and escalators! Very avant-garde, mm. I’ve such an affair with everything sleek, smooth and sharp. So, so sexy.
Also known as Step Up 4, Step Up 4: Miami Heat, Step Up: Revolution hits theatres on the 27th of July 2012. Be a part of something different. Be a part of something special. This summer’s going to be good.
Digressing slightly (on a similar note though), this pretty much goes without saying – I love dance films. I simply adore them. I love the feeling they leave you with – the incredible desire to fight for what you want, the powerful drive to strive for your passions, the empowering, relentless rush of creative energy and inspiration. It’s something I definitely wouldn’t mind being addicted to at all, and especially so since I’m a dancer as well.
StreetDance 2 and Step Up 3D are by far my favourites, although Step Up: Revolution would most probably triumph in my books come July, I reckon. What I loved about StreetDance 2 was the whole idea of exploring and jet-setting to different cosmopolitan cities in search of dancers across Europe – from London to Rome, Ibiza to Berlin, Amsterdam to Paris. Oh, the wanderlust it evoked in me.
Step Up 3D meanwhile, was centred more along the concept of a community of dancers – living together, working together, dancing together. And I liked that the male lead was also a filmmaker, interviewing the dancers on what dance meant to them and what they loved about it.
These trailers, along with the films themselves of course, are the main inspiration behind the short dance film I’m in the midst of planning (one of my summer 2012 projects!), aiming to be completed sometime next month before I leave Aberdeen. It’s still in its early stages and I’m not going to say too much yet until things actually start rolling, so fingers crossed! Exciting stuff. I’ve already gotten most of the people I need on board, but if you’re interested in being a part of this, please contact me.
This is it. After those seemingly endless nights of hard work, reading seventy-page-long cases and almost century-old journals so thick and heavy they could probably kill someone if thrown, three long (but good) years later, I’m finally standing here at the pinnacle of Law school and university, my head held high – as proud and happy as I can be that I’ve made it this far. I’m incredibly thankful for the wonderful people I’m so lucky to have around me, constantly supporting and encouraging me, even at the times when I broke down in the middle of the night and called my mother who was thousands and thousands of miles away on an eight-hour time difference just because I (thought I) couldn’t handle the pressure and the workload.
I’ve come this far, and I’m going to see it through – because I know, better than anyone else, that I can do this. This is the last stride, the final battle, after which the sweetness of graduation awaits. Wish me luck!
PS. ..and a new beginning.
PPS. Pictures taken at Elphinstone Hall, University of Aberdeen – one of my very favourite places on campus.
A small break from the books,
Credits to Adidas
JS Wings and JS Wings 2.0, both in gold and silver respectively – such fly kicks, I want. Massive shoe lust!
A little graduation treat to myself, perhaps? Those wings symbolise freedom, after all.
Hot, sweet and comforting, with lashings of inspiration.
Photography and post-production by yours truly
Taken on an early (and wonderful, for more reasons than one) Tuesday morning in Starbucks on the campus of the University of Surrey in Guildford, as Evie (pronounced as e·vee) – a name I like to go by at times. Comments and critique most welcome.
It’s about eight in the morning and here I am, curled up in my warm throw, keeping toasty and supping on my (steaming hot and vanilla-flavoured) morning coffee whilst I write, Bachata playing ever so softly in the background. I absolutely love mornings like this, when the city still sleeps and I’m bestowed with much-cherished quiet spells in the early, early hours of the day. No distractions, no hustle and bustle, just existence. It is this time which gives me the most inspiration, when I can just indulge – in myself, and in the world around me, when I am most alive.
Mm, there’s just something about writing in bed hair, sans the sleep-filled eyes simply because I like to give my face a little wash first.