How Love overwhelmed me one Thursday evening

I was about to go to sleep, but decided to check on my Facebook page to snoop around. And as I go click on to the 'older post' option to see who's been updating lately, my soon-to-wed friend Mina appears with her lovely smack-my-ass-if-this-isn't-at-all-proof-i'm-in-love video.

The song couldn't have been perfect. It fits her fairytale-like story with Manesh (the lucky guy who won her heart over). I'd love to share with you how they began so you could understand where this frolicking heart of mine is at the moment, but I am not well-versed on how their relationship blossomed into such a beautiful portrait (as seen in the picture). But I will be there, soon enough, to witness their historic beginning, to bid them goodbye; off to the start of their wonderful journey.

Until then, this heart of mine will ache for their wedding story.

Side notes [To Mina]: The first thirty seconds was the sweetest. The whole nine yards was history. Extra note:  Permission to upload photo, please. 

To my soon-to-be Maid of Honor

I tried to let the whole world know what you are to me, but no amount of words, nor paper could do you justice.

Happy birthday, G! May the good Creator bless you with more beautiful life years and a handful of blessings.

Real-life Nightmare

I just don’t understand; I contradict myself. I hate how this twenty-four-year-old-grown-ass lady can still make unprofessional decisions in life. I cannot believe how I ended up confusing people around me (myself included), and forgetting the gravity of my actions, at times.

I know, twenty-four is just a number, and the number of age in years has nothing to do with me being RESPONSIBLE, PROFESSIONAL and TRUST-WORTHY. But, at a certain point, I think I owe it to myself, to my parents, to my colleagues, my life partner, and friends to be all those.

Now I deem it necessary to deprive myself of all things that make everyday life comfortable, to teach this sometimes-stupid self a lesson; and to eventually be able to admit upfront that “It’s my fault. I’ll own it up.”

Side notes: A wish could really be of help right now. So if you're a genie, please let this be a dream. And if I'm dreaming, could someone please wake me?