Sappy love thoughts on the 23rd

Every single walking trip I ever had (and will be having), I always talk to myself, enlightening on some thoughts here, dissecting ideas there. The topic then shifts to amore, pag-ibig, amor, liefde, love whenever I walk from home to the Church to attend the Misa de Gallo every year. Every. Friggin'. Year. Just this morning, my brain was busy musing over the possibility of whether I am really done "thinking" over her. I haven't talked about her that much in this blog but just to acquaint you out there who she is, she *maybe* the One, as how Ted puts it and my loony-head-over-heals 15-year old persona. Now, she may just as well pass as someOne to anyOne (OK, enough with the One-words). Before, my heart literally pounded against my chest whenever her green dot appears at the chatbox, signifying she's at the end of the line, chatting, surfing, maybe 9gag-ing, which would be awesome. You had me at hello, in a nutshell. But now, we just met and my giddy young self waited for that fireworks but not even a spark flared. Even two flint stones struck together made more racket. So you were online at the other end, should I drop by and say 'Hello' or maybe a 'How ya doin?' No, these never crossed my mind anymore the way it crossed my mind years ago. You never friendzoned me, cause I never set the situation to lead to such travesty. I never tried, is what I mean. Ugh. These proposal video, blog entries and even this book I'm reading, they're at fault for making a mess out of me two days from the Big Day. I should really be happy today, you know. Making these craft projects I planned months ago. 


About that proposal video, here's a link if you haven't got a thought of what I was talking about >> http://vimeo.com/33507366. 

Proposal Level: ASIAN

Good video shooting angles. Great planning. Awesome proposal technique (you nailed it, Tim, my man! Like a boss, indeed!). Then the engagement ring part came. This moment has always stirred my mind. The way the girl's face suddenly brightens at the sight of the bejeweled ring. Is the glow because of the events that is unraveling or is it because of that pricey thing that will adore your digit? Is the moment not enough. Maybe just to carry on (or intensify) the atmosphere, a grander surprise should come after verbal proposal. 

Lightin' up!

I am talking from the viewpoint of ignorance here so bear with me. I have loved someone enough I would do anything. But that was sappy young high school me, not the college me. If it ever comes to the point that I have to be on my knees in front of the girl of my life, maybe I should get her the plainest of ring after uttering the phrase that, I believe, is enough to sweep her off her feet. It wouldn't be as grand as Tim and Audrey's but it would be as meaningful (or more) if the love is true. If it runs deeper than rings, wedding cakes and pre-nuptial agreements. 

Next sappy thought: Friendzone. 

Ugh. Been there, I think. For the nth time. Although, I wasn't officially dragged to the Zone because I never gave them the chance to do it, it was as good as being Zoned. Oh, wait, she called me 'Friend'. I mean, that's what she called me backed then. Ugh. Epiphany time. EUREKA! Why for the sake of all that is good should I (over) befriend them. Why? I thought being the good friendly Guy like Good Guy Greg would do the trick but it seemed my grade school-old tactic never worked. Or at least, it would have if I put some guts into it. It's just my guts are too lame to get to work. Losers always blame others for their failure. And I am being one, right now. Never had the guts. Had the guts but it was too late. Why? Been asking myself the question for as long as I can remember. I guess this next picture sums up my perspective of  Friendzone.

Then there's Chbosky's "Perks of Being a Wallflower". Guess I am the watered-down version of Charlie (I mean, sans second bases, pot, sexual molestation and stuff). This line from the book really popped out that I even made it a Facebook status:


‎"You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things." (Sam to Patrick, Perks of Being a Wallflower)

Seriously, Chbosky, why rub it in? WHY?! Good read, by the way/