When I heard that we will go to Big Bear Mountain, I was so stoked because this will be my first time to ever experience snow. We drove for about two hours until we reach Snow Valley Mountain. Snow Valley is a ski resort. The place was jam packed when we got there. 'Twas almost spring time so people were getting the most out of the cold weather. 
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Yes, I am obsessed with sappy, romantic, love stories. I can go all day long listening to different stories anything related about love. I always have this feeling that whenever I read a book or watch a movie it seems like I am the girl in that story. I put myself into the character's shoes and it feels like I am a different person. In some way, watching movies, reading books, listening to love songs and even looking at pictures are keeping me sane. It makes me believe that I still know how to feel in love. Every time a story have a crappy ending, by which I mean the couple I am "shipping" doesn't end up together, I cry, I cry my heart out. I would sob for days that sometimes last for weeks or months but I don't mind. I sure have fictionally dated a lot of guys by now. Personally, It sure feels way better than real life.
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Hazel Rafael is a 20-something wallflower from Philippines x California. She loves to read books esp. novels and poetry. She basically lives in bookstores and libraries because she is too broke to afford one. She also desire to go to new places and seek the great perhaps. Here, you will get to have an adventure with her as she go find her freedom. MORE?

Bookshelf

milk and honey
Beautiful Oblivion
Maybe Not
The Rules for Breaking
The Rules for Disappearing
Memories
My Heart and Other Black Holes
Me Before You
Maybe Someday
Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series
All the Words Are Yours: Haiku on Love
Dirty Pretty Things
I Wrote This For You and Only You
Every Last Word
Losing Hope
I Hate and I Love
Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
Hopeless
The Heir
Poisoned Apples: Poems for You, My Pretty
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