How can you not fall in love with the boy who accepts and understands you even after knowing all your deepest secrets, your weirdest thoughts and your craziest dreams? What do you do when reality and growing up tears you apart without you ever telling him you love him? Will you leave the past behind or will you exhaust all means to find him? Once you've decided to look for him how do you find him when all you have is his first name? And to top it all off how do you go about looking for a boy

Sandara or Dara is nearing her 30th year. She's the stereotypical never been kissed, no boyfriend since birth, himono-onna. She's brilliant at work. Her boss loves her and her workmates adore her.  She's socially inept, preferring quiet café moments with close friends over parties. She has a beautiful face which she hides beneath a pair of unfashionable, prescription glasses. When she's not working, she wears either ratty sweats or faded scrubs everywhere.  She gives inappropr

One of my favorite dramas is Fated to Love You. I love all the different versions. This one scene lit up inside my head while watching the Thai version of the drama.

They met when he was the newest singing sensation to rock the kpop music scene. He had the perfect blend of looks, wit, charisma with the added bonus of a killer smile and smoldering stare that could make teenage girls swoon and old ladies wish they were young again. She, on the other hand, was a former child star who never got a second chance.  They fell in love but life happened and drew them apart. She could have fought hard to hold on to him but she purposedly walked away while sh

They keep denying it to the world that they are a couple. They're just friends, so they say. They hid their love to protect it but what if by hiding their love they just end up losing it? (It's a story I posted in Wattpad. And a reader, _RedOmbre_, suggested that I should also post it here.) Disclaimer: This is a Kwon Jiyong and Sandara Park fanfiction starting from the events that were caught on camera last January 2017. Everything written here is pure imagination that i