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about this day.
August 27, 2009I am standing at a really really thin line.
Yellowcard, RAJ, are my comforts right now. OR I’m practically becoming mentally incapacitated nowadays?
- ok sorry, I forget to mention I am crazy by nature.
honestly.
Cheese Overload
Idealisms are just always there to be mere reflections of the ideals you think are right. So hence we wish, we hope, we pray for things in our life; and more than often base them on the idealisms our minds have set up. Well, things never happen as we plan and hope them to be, but most of them are always for the better.
Like what’s happening to me right now. It’s crazy yet this is my present – meeting someone so far away, have not seen him, yet the surge of emotions I feel right now is very real. Intangible at the moment, but I close my eyes and I see him. Having a relationship with someone on such grounds; it’s difficult, yes. My ideals have not even made me think I’d be involved with someone like him. Years ago, I would have raised my eyebrow for such thought. But there aspects in life that shows you how often we are wrong. How often we have to change. And on this part of my life, I am almost always, could be really vulnerable. I have never, never imagined I could be what I am today: cheesy.
I’ve always like my spaghetti without cheese on top. But with how things are going on lately, I surprised myself that I am actually capable of being so cheesy. I have never, never been such. Writing upfront my emotions, I’ve always been uncomfortable with that. I’ve always veiled such emotions with words and never make it obvious. I could say I’m pretty good with words. On how I could turn thoughts upside down and have expressed myself with it. I could even deliver it in such a way, metaphorically, that people usually don’t understood what I actually meant.
But the things happening to me, no matter how fast they had been, it’s such a magical frenzy and I could still be caught staring at nothing yet smiling. That is how struck I am.
He wasn’t my ideal guy. Yet no one could have been more perfect.