Waking up.

Good day to all of you.

I'm awake, after 15 weeks. Yes, I've been asleep all these while.
The past fifteen weeks have been the most perfect dream I have ever had in my entire life. I got into a relationship with a wonderful girl. I made new friends, physically and mentally better myself through all the trainings I got in camp, became a better person, and got some allowance from the government for serving the nation.

It was a dream that lasted only fifteen weeks because I woke up on 180912. I became single all over again on that fateful date. You're probably wondering what the hell, right? If not, okay.
Um, I have no idea. I'm in the same shoes as you, wondering what went wrong, and if all of it was a joke. What started out so dreamy, a start that was so perfect I couldn't ask for more, ended silently. Ended so cold and so sudden, it caught me off guard.

I don't really have much to say, but I know I'm a little thankful for the past fifteen weeks. Thankful for all of the memories made, the firsts, the lasts, and thankful for just being able to experience what it was like to be in a relationship. What is was like to actually fall in love, and also to fall out of it, for real.

For now, I'm thankful that my BMT phase is coming to an end. I'm glad that I've overcame everything, the route marches, the trainings, the punishments, the disappointments, my own limits and every other thing else which includes the heartache. I'm thankful for my family because they helped me get through the tough times. What i'm not thankful for is my own birthday, and all the other celebratory events that are coming up. It was supposed to be tickets for two, it was.

I leave the relationship with regrets, having not done more. But I take the failure as a push, to get myself back on track in life.

Yes, that's an fbt I'm wearing. What I'm trying to show is the amount of sweat that my shirt was soaked in.

Personal best, yes PERSONAL. Most of you are better than me, but I'm glad I ran for 6km without stopping.

Targeting a 10 klick run next weekend. Time to physically enhance myself.

Moving on with life.

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnay/6948780646/in/photostream

http://weheartit.com/entry/32856940#

Perfect relationships.

We got a lot of great feedback about our wedding day, but one little detail of our ceremony that got quite a few really positive reactions was the wine and love letter box ritual. This was one ritual I had never heard of before our officiant mentioned it. However, as soon as she explained it to Michael and I, we were sold.

Here's how it works: Prior to the wedding, you gather a strong wooden box, a bottle of wine and two glasses. Then, also before the ceremony, you both sit down separately and write love notes to each other, explaining the feelings on the eve of your wedding day. Each letter then gets sealed in its own envelope. You do not read you beau's letter.

Then, at some point during the ceremony, your officiant explains the process, and the two of you seal the box by taking turns hammering in one nail at a time (what other excuse do you have to use a hammer during your wedding?!) until the box is closed.

You don't open the box until your 10th anniversary (or really whatever anniversary you choose), UNLESS you hit a rough patch in your marriage before then. Either way, on the day that you open the box, you both read the letters and drink the wine, remembering how you both felt just days before your wedding day. 

 -via Nicole at theplungeproject.com

This post was actually inspired by American Sitcoms. I'm a huge fan of American Sitcoms. The Big Bang Theory, Two and A Half Men, How I Met Your Mother, and recently, Friends. They're all really great, and I always have so much to think about after watching them.

I've been single for my entire life, so I have no clue what it's like to be in a relationship. And I always have the same question in mind, why does a couple fight? Okay, maybe once every three months or so might be a reasonable amount to me. But as far as the people around me are concerned, couples fight CONSTANTLY. Over the littlest thing, they squabble. It's hurting no one but themselves, and why go through that?

It might sound really dumb, but can't they do this: Think of the past when your other half was the person of your dreams. Now that you have them, you take them for granted. I say, hold them tight and never let them go. They were your stars, before you two got together, they were the best thing that you could ever get. 


I've always thought of my future relationship to be a, call me delusional, 'quarrel-free' one. Because I'm a thinker, and I always think of what happens before, during and after a particular moment. It's the ego that holds all of us back. Don't you agree? I say, bear no grudges in a relationship, and always think of the reasons why you fell in love with your other half. Be forgiving, and be honest. Oh, and don't do stupid things, because.. duh! it's a STUPID thing.

I leave you with a HILARIOUS video of Barberella interviewing Rihanna. And a new word I learned the other day.



- Grotesquely:
1.Characterized by ludicrous or incongruous distortion, as of appearance or manner.
2. Outlandish or bizarre, as in character or appearance.
Use it in a sentence (Phoebe Buffay in Friends Season 3 Episode 10): Their corpses grotesquely dressed in like tinsel and twinkle lights(Referring to Christmas trees). 
Source: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/grotesquely

Next time you can go up to a person with too much make up, and say "Hey, your face is grotesquely made up with layers of pink and purple powder.".

Go nuts.

I'm sorry for the lack of updates.
But I was having examinations and I had to study for it.
5 papers crammed into four days. I was so tired of studying, I could hardly process a simple thought properly.
I'm just glad it's all over.

Anyways, just wanna share with you these videos.





This video is too true.
We, guys, get mindfucked over the littlest things.
It's been awhile since I last felt this way though. Kinda miss it.




What if I think we CAN be just friends?
I don't know. I think guys and girls can be.. Just not everyone. I don't know how to put it into a sentence, but I believe it is plausible.
But at one point, someone's going to start falling in love for the other person, and one person will end up getting hurt.
Life, awesome ain't it?