April 29, 2012
Weddings, Traditions and Marriages

Weddings

Men enjoy weddings too, as hard it is to believe that. Amidst all the mushiness and cheesiness, there’s food galore, oh and pretty girls too (heck if any of them is single). But seriously, yes, we men love weddings as well. Let’s face it, deep inside of us; we still have that soft spot that makes us want to cry whenever we see how beautiful the bride is as she walks down the aisle to meet the man of her dreams. And that look on the groom’s face, that triumphant and teary-eyed facial expression as the girl he had always longed for approaches him to give herself only to him, it’s the look that although we don’t want to admit just yet, one that we somehow dream would come into our faces as well… when the right time comes. I have been to three weddings already (which kind of make me feel so old): two of which are from my cousins; one from my mom’s side of the family, the other from my dad’s; and the last from one of my best-friends in high-school. All of which made me feel the longing to have my own celebration as well (own wedding still gives me the shivers). These weddings, the couples’ stories of how they met give me hope: hope that love exists. To witness how two different people are willing to take the risk of the risks just to be with that very person that they love the most, is one of the greatest joys in life.

However, weddings aren’t all about the cheesiness and lovey-doves of the couples as we also have the funny part: the traditions (sorta). Back in the old days, the bride would throw her bouquet of flowers and the person who catches it is said to be the next to marry… same goes with the guy who catches the garter that the groom throws after retrieving it from her bride. Nowadays, they’ve tweaked the tradition a little bit to make it more interesting, and I was a victim of these certain changes, not just once, but TWICE!

The first instance happened at my cousin JV’s wedding. All bachelors were told to line up for the garter thingy. I was kinda hoping for a traditional garter throwing so I wouldn’t have to fight my way and catch it because I am the very least interested as I’ve seen no one to my liking, and I also hate the attention. But to my horror, we were made to eat one hefty banana and who finishes last is gonna be the one to be executed, I mean, to be THE guy. Guess who the UN-lucky one was? To make things worse, they don’t just pick the girl, but they made the picking a little bit more attention-grabbing! They had me seated on a chair and have the set of bachelorettes walk around me as if they’re playing a revised version of trip-to-Jerusalem. The thing is, they don’t sit on my lap. A banana, yes, a banana is placed in between the victim’s, errrr, my legs, and the girls should hold on to it after the song goes like they’re holding on to dear life. It’s a process of elimination. The one who’s able to grab my banana, I mean, the banana is eliminated from the game. And boy, it was one hell of a game, I’m telling you! The next part was even more dreadful since I have to dance my way from a distance towards the unlucky girl. Goodness gracious, I don’t and I can’t dance! Have a stick dragged beside me and one wouldn’t be able to tell the difference! I was screaming inside to have them people just kill me that instant! The wearing of the garter wasn’t so much a bad thing since I had to just insert it below the girl’s knee and she was also eager to have it finished fast.

The next tragedy, errr, instance, happened on another of my cousins wedding, Ate Dyan’s. I thought I would once again die when the bachelors are called to line up for the very exciting garter throwing game! If I could just peacefully eat my meal on the table, I would have been the happiest person in that wedding, next to the bride and groom. I was exultant to know that it would indeed be a game of just throwing off the garter and a bachelor catches it and the game ends. To my shock, it was yet again tweaked and the guy who catches it first gets eliminated from the death sentence, I mean game! Seeing as most of the other bachelors are way taller and bigger than I am, some shorter but evidently more athletic and fast, guess who the loser is who didn’t have the chance to catch the most sought after garter in the world? Yes… moi! It seems though as if all the guys wanted to be eliminated like they’re gonna be meeting Mrs. Shrek if they don’t. I expected the trip-to-Jerusalem –like amusement again for the girls since they had me seated on a lone chair in the middle of all the chaos, sans the banana. This time, the girls would really have to sit on my lap and it was an experience to remember! I was afraid that my legs would snap into two but luckily, they didn’t. The next part was even more outrageous even without the dancing! I was to use my teeth in holding the garter! Again, it wasn’t all that bad except the attention from the crowd is killing me! One can only imagine how I feel! Hehe. Whew!

Despite all the horrors that these weddings bring, I still do want to get married someday (so that I could get back on those bastards and throw my garter to the next unlucky man, bwahaha). My mom was reliving earlier with me of how she and my dad got married. It was really funny of how she got tricked into marrying him the first time, and the second time (yes they were married twice)! On a more serious note, I have been a witness as to how things aren’t as simple as having a wedding and things would be great for two people for the rest of their lives after being wedded. These people would still and are still going through difficulties; some married couples end up breaking apart, and some end up hating each other. But in spite of everything and all the negativity that a married life entails, I still wish of having a wedding and being married to the person I love someday… because there is more to it than just plain negativity, there’s magic! I have so much love to give and these weddings and stories of love and marriages ignite my longing to one day be able to tell the world and show them how proud a groom and a husband I can be. It may still be a very far away episode from my story as I still have to look for my bride, but when the time comes for it to finally happen, for me to finally meet her, for us to share our vows and promises of a life together, forever, I’d be the happiest man on the planet.

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April 15, 2012
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January 28, 2012
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Work makes me busy and takes my mind off things… friends and family make me smile and forget the woes that I’ve been keeping inside. However, when all of those fade into the night, when it is just but me who’s left standing still, desolation slowly creeps in.

Not too long ago, I was taken to what I can say as the “peak of happiness”. The view from up there was elating, breath-taking, amazing… to say the least. I can hardly describe the grandness of the feelings and emotions it brought me; it feels as if I’m the happiest guy in the world. The feeling lasted for quite some time, until it dwindled slowly, I cascaded from the apex little by little, increasing pace, and before I knew it, I was head-first smacked on the ground.

It hurt like hell.

It was indescribable.

I wish then for my life to end.

I was miserable… I still am.

If surviving’s a challenge, then recovering is torture.

“I was living fine until you came. My life was normal and I was completely fine by it. I am not complaining of my life back then, I have everything that I needed… or so I thought… not until you showed me that I needed more… I needed you. Then from normal, my life sky-rocketed to sudden bliss and right then I knew what heaven feels like. You gave my life a new meaning and you made me realize that how I lived my life was not how it’s supposed to be. That the world shouldn’t be explored by walking the grounds but by flying the skies. It was fun. It was inexplicably wonderful. You shared me your wings at first… gave me mine for a time…

Then suddenly, you cut it off completely.

I let go of your hands knowing that I was becoming a burden… it wasn’t helping any of us… I fell down at a speed faster than light. I collided to the ground with an impact that left me barely alive. I was surprised to have found myself still breathing, but what surprised me even more was that when I was about to TRY to get up, you made sure that I was buried deep. You made sure that I was wounded and that the ones I got from the fall are not enough, that’s why you inflicted me with more. Deeper. More painful. Forever etched in my being.”

Flying scares me now. Hell, even walking is not an option. I am now crawling… slowly and painfully, while my wounds remind me of the bitter-sweet past. Lucky if I come across a piece of me along the way… but all I encounter are monsters of the past that haunt me back to the point of my impact… preventing me from starting again… from living again.

Yes, at times when I’m with other people, I try to be as normal as can be. I laugh, I mingle, I live… despite the fact that inside, I am dying.

Whoever the hell said that “you shouldn’t regret the things that made you happy” or something like that, should go and fuck himself. If I could only turn back the hands of time, I’d do it in an instant and go back to that moment when I met the person who made all these possible… and walk away before I even get the chance to meet her. That way, I won’t be as miserable as I am today. I won’t be as scared of life as I am now. I wouldn’t flinch with pain at the very thought of “love” and all its promises of forever.

I can’t even listen to the songs that once made my heart melt… because now, it pains me to even hear a tune. I have been completely changed, and I wonder if I could ever be the same again. When you have given your all and you have nothing left, what else could you give if you plan to once again venture into the strange path of loving? Nothing. I have given my all and there’s nothing more left of me. No one could ever want someone who’s as damaged as I am… or as empty as I am. I’m not even sure if I want to be wanted… and discarded… again.

What’s even stranger though is that as much anguished as I am today, I couldn’t get myself to hate that person completely… I can’t even wish her pain or to suffer the way I am suffering now. Of course, I want her to know how I feel and what she’s done to me, but more than anything else, I want her to be happy. And as fucked up as it may seem, I still do love her. But it ends there… for I know better now.

Maybe someday, I could learn to love again… and hopefully, that person I’d learn to love would be ME. I can’t keep on inflicting myself with more pain. I’ve had more than my fair share of wounds it’s amazing how I am still alive.

Right now, I can’t wish for a future because all my dreams of a life is clouded by pain. What I want now is to heal and be complete once more. To live again without fear. When that happens, maybe, just maybe, I can give love another chance… albeit more wary. I just hope that that someday happens soon, before I turn into stone, forever wounded, forever pained… forever wanting to be alone.

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— Mark Corella

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November 3, 2011
"I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone, but though you’re still with me, I’ve been alone all along…"

— Evanescence, My Immortal

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November 2, 2011
For now, allow me to cry and be weak…

I once again find myself in a very familiar situation… one which I have been in several times previously. I was a fool to have thought that I’d never ever again experience the same thing as before… I was wrong. No experience in life could ever prepare anyone for anything like this. No matter how many times you fall, you can never be immune to it… it still is as excruciating, if not more painful than the last. Once again I find myself in pieces… scattered… shattered… in extreme and unbearable pain.

 

I know that the right thing to do is to again stand up, pick up what’s left of the pieces, and rebuild myself… but as of the moment, I feel like the only thing I can do is to lie down, endure my wounds, and be drenched in my own blood as it flows out from every breach created by the fall. I am lost in a moment of weakness and suffering, one which I feel like enduring at the present… though it’s not like I can escape from this state easily even if I wanted to. One day, I’d be able to once again get out of this misery, but it wouldn’t be that easy… especially now that the wounds are fresh… as if they would never again heal. Everywhere I look, all the sounds that I hear, reminds me of a recent but now a very distant happiness which feels like a sharp knife stabbing every inch of me. My heart’s trying to heal itself badly but the memories which are awakened every time I move open up and cut the wounds even deeper. The memories act as vines that hold me to the ground of sorrow preventing me to stand up. Physical pain would be a welcome alternative if only it can appease even just a quarter of what’s really at hand, but it won’t.

 

I am entitled to be frail from time to time but it doesn’t necessarily mean that I am giving up… no. True enough, at the present, I am intoxicated by the melancholy I inhale with every breath… the distasteful longing for a seemingly very distant past but in reality, was just yesterday… but I know in time I will once again thrive to prove not to the world but to myself that I am capable of doing so despite the aches that I have been put through. But for now, allow me to cry and be weak.

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March 20, 2011

Never Say Never (The Fray) - Mark Corella

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February 20, 2011

When You Say Nothing At All - Marky

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February 11, 2011
Hangkyut naman! :))

Hangkyut naman! :))

(Source: talkingbreakfast, via katyam)

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February 11, 2011
Marky Looking At CD-R King...
Marky: Miss, may case kayo for iPad?
Saleslady: Yung iPod? (making small rectangular hand gestures)
Marky: Hindi, yung iPad, yung malaki!
Saleslady: Ahhhh, hindi naman kasi ganon, iPed kasi ang pronunciation! Wala!
Marky: (Dumbstruck and lambasted decided to walk away...) :P
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November 7, 2010

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October 24, 2010
Just another random blog…

It’s Monday, again, unfortunately. Haha. *sigh* I’m always wondering why life can’t be that easy, and fun, and positive all the time. Then again, if it were, then life would be boring as hell. If you can just grow money from trees, literally, then it wouldn’t be the heck as important as it is now, and I won’t appreciate every Fridays and Saturdays and Sundays just as I do (and am currently missing those three days). Life, no matter how complex it may seem, is simple. You work, you earn, and then you get food. You work harder, you earn more, and you buy better foods plus a few more stuff. Just like that. So later, I’m off to work to start the cycle. Sigh. On a more positive note, at least I can wear my long sleeves and formal attire ala prom night, even with my officemates constantly asking me for a copy of a new encyclopedia, haha. As much as possible, I try to see the positive side of every single thing that I encounter. It makes it easier for me to swallow the unsightliness that I’m faced with in my day-to-day life. Sometimes, I even try to invent positive results from things at the back of my mind just to be able to go through the day. Like, the high dosage of antibiotics that I have to endure because of my tonsillitis, I just imagine that it can also combat the resurgence of pimples so it would be much easier to take, even though it makes me dizzy as crazy. Haha, it may or may not really do it, but thinking about the positive side makes me endure it a bit more. :) Yesterday, I was on a Grey’s Anatomy marathon, watching episodes from season 7. I was struck by this certain episode wherein a guy had bone cancer on his legs and it was supposed to be amputated so that the cancer will not spread, but he decided not to because he is a dancer and dancing is his life. So they tried to find another way for him to keep his legs so that after the procedure, he can still dance the way he usually does. I was very affected because a few days ago, I wasn’t even able to speak due to my tonsillitis which makes my throat freakin’ hurt. I feel really bad because singing is the one thing that makes me go on. I mean, apart from my family, my voice is the only thing that I have left. I’m not saying that I’m the best singer there is for it would take me years to even be a great one, but it’s what I do best. I feel happy when I sing. So when I was stripped of this ability for a few days, I felt really depressed. I wonder what my life would be if I can’t sing and it pains me to even think about it. I have a recurrent tonsillitis which makes me a candidate for RHD if I still haven’t have one, but having them removed may make me lose my ability to sing, or alter it, and that I can’t bear to happen. So I’d rather do other things, find certain way around the operation, just so I can keep my voice. Because doing what I love to do, that is singing, makes me alive. The moment I stop singing is the moment I die. (drama lang, shit papasok na kasi, haha). It’s nearing Christmas, and I can’t help but feel that again, for the umpteenth time, this one’s gonna be as cold as the previous. If only I can have someone to spend it with… joke! Haha. Well, the thing is, it’s like any other Christmas’s there is, we cook food, we eat, and then we sleep. I want this one to be more meaningful, and happier. If only I can go on caroling, then one of my Christmas wishes would have been granted. Hehe, it was one dream that I’ve always dreamed of ever since I was a kid, caroling. Ok enough about that. This year has been very great to me. But it ain’t over yet. I’m pretty sure that a lot of greater things are to come if I’ll just be a bit more patient and positive. So, I will start off today. I am positive. Great things will happen. I will attract positive energies today. Work? Work will be great amidst the exhaustion and information overload. I will do great today. And with this, I end this blog. Have a great Monday everyone! :)

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October 16, 2010
Have a peek into my heart…

Ok, let me have you guys take a peek into my heart. What I’m gonna share may not be exactly new to you people, but what I’m gonna tell you is what’s exactly what my mind and my heart tell. It’s really astonishing you see, because normally, my mind and my heart would’ve already killed each other if they just had the ability to do so, but this time, they stand united. And you know with regarding what? CHEATING in a relationship. A few days ago, my colleagues and I had a talk regarding faithfulness and fidelity. It was just a small chit-chat to kill time during break hours. I dunno how it all started, or even ended, but I just want to state my viewpoint regarding it. Many of them find it ludicrous that I do not accept cheating in any way as an excuse in a relationship. Some do find me idealistic, while the skepticisms on the other’s faces are clearly evident. I do, however, completely understand the reaction. Nowadays, in this seemingly very liberated and open world, cheating is an act that happens on a day-to-day basis. I get it. People all over the world do it. The majority or most people may be cheating, I dunno about the statistics, but I sincerely and most irrevocably believe that just because the majority does it, so should I. I do not loathe the people who do it, but what I do despise is the act itself. Each of us is unique and different in so many ways. We have certain beliefs that doesn’t really go well with others’, and that I completely understand. Even with people’s views regarding cheating, I can acknowledge… but that doesn’t mean that I have to live by those reasons as well. I acknowledge their existence, but it ends with that. I AM NOT BEING IDEALISTIC OR HYPOCRITE HERE PEOPLE. I know that I am flawed and far from perfect. I’m not even expecting people to consider and believe the things that I believe in (although I would really love to). I am not into making conflicts with people as well. But I just want to speak my beliefs and my ideals based on what I experienced, and understand, and feel as what is morally right. “It’s just a way to taste some new flavors,” “He/she did it first, why shouldn’t I do it,” and “What they don’t know won’t hurt them” are some of the many reasons that I encounter not just with that particular conversation I had with my officemates, but throughout all the love-talks that I did with almost everyone that I know. It’s just that, I really do believe in love. Regardless of my experiences with it before, I do believe in love and the greatness in it. I’m not saying that I know a lot about it, or other people don’t believe in it, I myself am still going in circles and completely dumbfounded when faced with this wonderful feeling, but it’s just that what I believe about it is that when you get to love someone, there’s no reason for you to try and look for a “seemingly more exciting new one”, because one great love alone loads the depths of your heart with immeasurable bliss that’s more than enough to last for a lifetime. It fills each and every crevices and inches of you with this magical feeling that sticks to your very core. I can’t find words for it but it’s enough to make me not want to look to others… but only to love the person that I love, although imperfect, perfectly. I just don’t completely understand the reasons behind cheating because to me, they all seem so illogical and unreasonable. “To taste a new flavor?” Well, every day with the person you love is a new experience, a new flavor! What else is there to look for? Things can be made spicy without having to resort to cheating. “He/she did it first?” If you still love that person and loving means seeing beyond the mistakes and imperfections, what’s the point of revenge? The end doesn’t justify the means. “What he/she doesn’t know won’t hurt him/her?” In the first place, why take a risk of hurting the person you love for some peck and steamy hot sex with others, if you do really love him/her? And the mere fact that you do something to hurt them regardless of whether they will know it or not, is completely way beyond reasons and justifications. It doesn’t make any sense, at least to me. “I would rather have myself hurt, than have the person I love in pain.” You know why? Because it’s unbearable for me to witness that one person that I love cry; to see that one person in agony; to see that very person hurting, most especially because of me… it’s really excruciating. So now, you are asking the idealistic Mark why if this is the case, I have no one. I myself don’t know the answer to that. In each and every relationship, I give as much as I can with as much of me that can be given. I honestly believe that each one of them is the right one, the soul-mate that I have forever been looking for. It’s just that, in a relationship, love alone, be that great as it may, is not enough… for there should also be time investment, trust, commitment & dedication, and faith among many other ingredients to make it last for a lifetime, maybe even beyond that. But it doesn’t mean that cheating has a room in it. I’m still looking for the right recipe for love, but cheating is not an ingredient that is or will ever be welcome on my plate. If you’re not contented with the relationship, end it. If you think that it’s not that interesting anymore, finish it. If you feel like it’s not right anymore, or the love has faded already, then there’s no point in continuing the relationship. LET GO. There’s no point in holding on and hurting each other by cheating. Live and let live. So what’s my point again? Nothing really. Just that, when if by some miracle that that person meant for me is reading or in time will be reading this blog, it’s a written proof and contract that I will never ever cheat on you, whoever you may be. This is my mind, my heart, and my soul, signing in on this blog saying; “The day I cheat on you is the day I die”. I may be idealistic to some or most people, but hey, this is just me. This is the real me. This is me promising that CHEATING will never have a place in us, now let’s work on the other ingredients to make it last. Loving is a magnificent feeling, and although it entails a lot of pain, it also gives immeasurable happiness that no reasons behind cheating will ever make it justifiable. :)

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October 9, 2010
Just a few something something…

Something new has just begun, and something (not so) old is about to end. In the midst of it all, I feel a bit of a mix-bag. But of course, these are phases in life that I must go through whether I am ready or not.

 

I miss a lot of things from the past, and I’m missing a lot of people right now: my friends afield and my friends whom I haven’t seen for a while now. During these times when I feel the longing for someone, memories of the past resurfaces from deep within: times when I can be completely happy with just fries and ice creams; non-stop videoke madness; a small chat in a coffee house with only one of us ordering a drink and all of us taking a sip in it; times when we don’t have money where every single peso counts, and we’re completely happy about it… thinking about all these, takes me to the verge of tears. *sniff* But I’m not lonely; this is just the nightly call of the heart for its other parts away from it.  Nostalgia brought about by the gravitational pull of the moon. :P

 

Anyway, moving on to the next something-something, when you’re absent from a gathering, you get to be the topic and it’s a completely normal phenomenon. I experience it all the time and we do it all the time, haha! Be it a good thing or the opposite, you should not let it get to you. And be it a good thing or a bad thing, I’m absolutely flattered that people do take their sweet time to talk about me. *blush* Hehe. It all depends on how you take it, and not thinking about it is the best way to deal with it. :)

 

“To be positive with every challenge that I face, to be stronger with every obstacle that I overcome,” that is my philosophy.

 

Every day for me is a learning day. Be it jammed with responsibilities or just a day to relax. Because every day, I get to experience new things, or meet new people, or arrive into conclusions and realizations, which makes me gain new knowledge; something out of anything, and I’m completely thankful for it. Life is a blessing no matter how hard it is.

 

Thank you Lord for everything. ^_^

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October 3, 2010
It’s not like a person dies when he leaves a country for another country. They’re just away for a (great) distance. But the painful fact is that when a friend leaves to live far away from a friend, a small but apparent part of those who have been left die… and no matter how many times they say that they’re gonna be okay, and even if it may seem that way, truth be told, the pain and longing still lingers till they are together again. :’(

:’(

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September 27, 2010
Lubb-dubb, Lubb-dubb…

It’s pretty nasty whenever I get to feel this way. I hate it and at the same time I like it! It’s like being struck with the “high-school” feeling all over again and this is something that I am not really prepared for no matter how many times I go through this phase (who does?).

 

It all came too fast, no heads-up or whatsoever, it just hit me like bam! And the rest is history! I don’t know if I’m supposed to feel this way or again, I’m just registering the signals all wrong. But regardless, it makes me happy, and jumpy, and a bit times panicky. It’s not really a bad thing isn’t it?

 

It was something out of the blue. It’s unexpected (it always is), and I expect it to be unexpected, and yet, I’m still surprised! The hell, do I even make a point? I wish people can peek in to what’s going in on me right now, that way, it won’t be too hard to explain, and yet, I feel like putting it all in to words! I feel, incredible!

 

I wish there’s a guide handbook on this kind of thing so that one won’t get as lost as I do. Was it just a friendly…… darn it I can’t even say! Ugh! You just can’t figure them out! It’s not as easy as 1+1 you know, it won’t even be a good comparison I wonder why I’m still making it anyway. You don’t know whether to make a move or take it slow. Stop or go… and all the usual stuffs.

 

I was talking to my friend Bert earlier after the bout, and he was giving me advices which I can’t comprehend just yet at the moment for my mind is clouded by ecstasy from who knows where. Advices like, “go for it” or “yan na yon,” and other stuffs the like. But hey, it isn’t THAT easy! There are consequences and some may be devastating (ok I’m exaggerating), but just like what I’m always telling myself: “Mark, it’s just a friendly gesture. Do not expect.” You can’t go wrong with that, right? Darn it, it’s painful to fall when nobody’s there to catch you… and I’ve had my fair share of painful moments! I’ve presented all my reasons and alibis which Bert contradicted with lots of “what-if’s” and my brain just went haywire and completely dysfunctional. Boo-hoo.

 

Mean, median, mode (I was working on these earlier, ha-ha), it all is way too easy to solve. Not even considered a problem. Algebraic expressions, trigonometry, and even those Mathematical problems (that which I consciously repressed) that is then impossible for me to look at, feels all too easy to solve now. Once you get the right formula, everything has a solution. I wish heart problems were like that. Although this one, it’s not like I’m looking for a solution just yet. :) I wanna enjoy the feeling for now. Be it a problem as it may, I’m not complaining. ^_^

 

I wanna tell you guys things but I can’t think of a word to describe it… it’s, indescribable. That’s what it is! And with that, I leave you all to ponder what just happened. He-he. It’s nothing sort of a big thing for most of you, but to me, it’s everything. :)

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