Sunset Diaries

Sunset Diaries is a hodgepodge of photographs, personal recordings, words I live by or was struck by and other random things I want to remember in the future and had the time, patience and presence of mind to post. I am Oli - a rambling, crazy, somewhat idealistic bubble of a person who frequently bursts into song, finds joy in simple things like children, performing, good conversations, learning, quality time with family and friends, musical theater, a good book, beaches, art, and all things made by God. For more in depth musings, visit http://carolipoli.blogspot.com
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2 Years Later

Excerpt from a blog written in June 2010: 
For purposes of not speaking at all too soon, I will not say that this puppy dog relationship will surely get through anything. I will also not say that I have completely thrown away my beliefs about long distance relationships, because, to be very honest, I haven’t. Why else would I be scared, right? Fortunately, what I’ve discovered in this process of love and loving is that being scared is okay. When you have to jump off a cliff, there is no way you can truthfully say that you’re not absolutely butt crazy scared out of your pants, because you most certainly are. All I know for sure is that the love I have can smack that scaredy cat inside me and give me superman bravery and strength enough to jump in for the ride of my life.
Thankfully, I do not have to jump alone.
“You jump, I jump. Remember?” Rose said.
Spoken like a true star crossed lover.
I’m ready to say goodbye now. Although we both know, it’s not really goodbye. It’s just another opportunity to say “hello” again.
Here’s to not falling flat on our faces!

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It seems so long ago when I took to writing in that moment of sadness and being afraid. Yet I can’t believe almost 2 years have passed! I still don’t want to speak too soon, but this long distance thing is slowly proving itself to me. Though I am admittedly still scared out of my pants, I welcome each and every opportunity we get to say “hello” to each other, whether it be through the computer or after 8 long months apart.
It really wasn’t goodbye after all!

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I miss. I miss. I miss.

I miss. I miss. I miss.

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LQ Rhymes

  • Him: Don't feel bad... I'm not bad.
  • Him: I mean
  • Him: Mad.
  • Him: not bad too...
  • Her: Yes, you're not bad.
  • Him: Don't be sad.
  • Her: I'm not sad.
  • Her: Not even crying.
  • Her: Just explaining.
love conversations Random Thoughts love

I truly know why you dislike this day.
But i hope right now, you don’t anymore, okay?
Because I love you not just today.

Camus (Feb 14, 2010)

A late Valentine’s Day post.

Words that struck me love

Kay ganda ng umaga!
Ngunit ika’y mas maganda pa
sa kaliwanagan ng araw,
Ikaw lang ang aking nakikita.
…. :) good morning oli!

—The things I miss. :)

Words that struck me love

I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun

—Mr. Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)

Words that struck me bookmarks love

The Never Forgotten Good Old Days

Today, I had one of those good days.
And it consists of fairly simple things: the boy I love, a nice place away from the rest of the world (or at least, seemingly so), copious amounts of food of the fried and unhealthy variety (a.k.a. pizza, fried chicken and junk food), a television, a dvd player, a nice movie and some wonderfully corny local telenovelas (i.e. Rubi and Magkaribal) to cap it all off.
I’ve always called my jetsetter friends “those lucky people” because not everyone (in this 3rd world country, at least) gets to go to all those amazing places, meet interesting foreign people and see all the wonderful things and picturesque sights they have. Sometimes, I forget that I’m also quite lucky myself. Some people go through their entire lives wandering the world, in pursuit of meaning and happiness, while I have found them abundantly in a nice and simple, even somewhat domesticated (minus the chores) but endlessly good day. All without having to travel much too far.

- Blog Excerpt (July 27, 2010)

There was a time when I cried myself to sleep terribly missing those good old days. But after months apart, I’ve gotten used to his absence. But even though the body sometimes forgets, the mind always remembers. And with two months left ‘til the glorious “together again” arrives, there is nothing but excitement for four months worth of rediscovering those good old days with the boy I love.

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Ryan and his brother, Matthew.
Stole this picture from an unknowing Ryan.
It’s too cute to not be posted.

Ryan and his brother, Matthew.

Stole this picture from an unknowing Ryan.

It’s too cute to not be posted.

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155 Days of Ryan and Oli
Just because we were dressed nice and we realized we had no decent picture taken using a real camera. Except this one’s on the wrong side up and I’m too ignorant and lazy to try to figure out how to get it right.

155 Days of Ryan and Oli

Just because we were dressed nice and we realized we had no decent picture taken using a real camera. Except this one’s on the wrong side up and I’m too ignorant and lazy to try to figure out how to get it right.

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