Introspections & Retrospections

Til Love Makes Us One

Just because I’m a hopeless romantic doesn’t mean I love weddings. I hate the fact that I’m forced to buy new clothes and shoes. I hate the fact that I’ve pressured myself to lose weight, not just to fit into the formal wear, but to look decently good for the photos. I hate the times when I have to switch into temporary-extrovert mode as I’m coerced into joining the games during reception.

And I hate that bittersweet melancholy as the celebration ends, as guests trickle away and empty the place, as the lovely couple finally leave with each other — to finally, truly live with each other — and all that’s left are the memory and inspiration of the moment, and a hopefulness brewing, stirring inside.

And I can’t help but sigh because, as much as my rational mind refutes it, I find myself at the end of each wedding believing in magic. Continue reading

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Introspections & Retrospections

For My Beautiful Ex-Girlfriend’s Wedding

As I went home last night, I was pondering on how to draft today’s blog. You see, today is the day that my only ex-girlfriend (as of the moment) gets married, and I wanted to honor the event with a blog even though I was uninvited.

My day’s plan was supposedly planned out already: wake up at 4:00AM to jog (so I won’t have to suffer as much on this weekend’s muay thai training), go to the office by 8:00AM, get out of the office by 5:00PM (or 7:00PM, if there’s still overtime work to be done), prepare for an important interview tomorrow (which requires me to do a presentation/criticism, so I had to do research and stuff), press some decent wear (because God knows I hate ironing and it takes me almost an hour just to finish a set), then have a good night’s sleep.

I woke up at 9:20AM, with my boss calling me on the mobile phone.

And with a text from my ex-girlfriend, telling me to make it for her wedding ceremony in the afternoon.  Continue reading

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