The funny thing about-

The funny thing about pain is that it is not concise to the idea of a vital body organ failing, or a limb aching. It is much more than that. It is a personal experience that we often neglect; more often feared. We rarely investigate its true guise. Pain is reciprocated with our body's reaction to a obnoxious stimuli. It is often feared. And for that, I pity the mind of the closed. Pain is needed because it signals the individual that something is going to damage them, whether in complete bulk or with bits and pieces. Pain helps you become aware that something is not going to be your best experience. It simply protects.

The funny thing about people and their association with pain is that no matter how we scrutinize pain in its most extreme form, we have to admit that we can never let it go. The idea of having yourself endure something is as mouth watering as those French Baguettes over the counters of a fancy cafe somewhere in the streets of Paris. We crave for pain. That's the horrible truth. But more importantly, that makes us human. Because ultimately, pain is only worth it for the people who knew better. It is valued most with those who are open enough to accept and understand.

The funny thing about experiencing pain is that we are too scared to see pain in its amiable side. To us, it is never an adorable perception. It is not fun nor nice. It is a monster lurking, it is a trap; an unexpected trap. But it is more than that. Pain ranges from the superficial up to the innermost of our skins. It can range from a caress to a hard hitting blow. And true enough, there's a dignity to that. There is a bragging expense to that. There's a degree of dignity after enduring that destructible pain we ought. Whether it is from a single carious cavity of one's molar to the more emotional ruins of a broken heart's mural, there is something to be proud of about pain.

The funny thing about pain is that you'll never appreciate comfort without it. You can never feel infinitesimal paradise without having to battle your demonic dragons first.

The funny thing about us is that even though we know all these cliches about pain changing people, we still fail to realize that pain alongside with change, is inevitable. And all we can do about it is to accept and learn from all of it. It is not something to be feared, it is something to be indulged.

It makes us human an there is nothing really funny about it. But there is something to smile for after all of it.

How I Found Myself With These Legendaries

I am Ted. I enjoy the idea of the perfect date, the perfect time, and the perfect person. I feel the need to search for reasons for everything and whenever I get the chance to actually take a glance of it, I quickly retract. I am a hopeless romantic and I find comfort in all things simple. I enjoy the small stuff and I tend to get really sentimental about it. I laugh at the silliest jokes. I want to be fun, I want to be the life of the party but it always ends up the other way around; with me being no fun. I usually crack people with these really corny and lame antics which I perceive as a way to make others think that I'm cute. I usually take a longer time fixing my hair and I get mad when it gets ruined. Correction is the key! I like to correct people and blurt out unnecessary facts about anything. I value friendship at its most extreme point. And I love deeply to the point of doing the most random, most tremendous and most peculiar things just to prove a point and just to let someone know that I can do this much effort just for them. I easily get hurt. I am Ted.

I am Robin. Sometimes I fear commitment and the idea of being tied down to one person. But deep inside, I want something really special to happen. I am feisty. I crave for my dreams and plans to pursue them to my extent. I get hurt but I don't show it because I don't want people to see that I am weak. I would like to fire some shots whenever I can! I can push people away so hard that I always end up being alone. But the truth is, I only push them to know if they're going to fight their way back to me. I am a wolf in a sheep's clothing. I am Robin.

I am Lilly. I could be really spontaneous when the time demands for it. It's because maybe my whole life has been crafted so well in the plans and rules. I have an issue with anger and when I really dislike someone I could always give them my You're-Dead-To-Me-Stare. I always try to patch things up with understanding and little fantasies. You see, I sometimes view the world as an easy play ground where everyone can just calmly be with each other. But that's never going to happen, right? There are times when I know I need to find myself, to fight and struggle my way back to the person I thought I was before. But I always find my path straight to what could happen in the future. Just like Lilly, I treasure my friends the most and finds family in each of them. I take shelter in their words and laughs. I am always there for them. I am Lilly.

I am Marshall. I sometimes take the biggest steps but often times carry the softest heart. I always try to put things in the right manner; the right ways and means but sometimes destiny has their ways to mess me up. I may not be as huge and large as Marshall but we share the same big ideas, integrity and advocacies. I am technical but often times I act like a kid. But that makes me just lovely to those I love. Most of my life I had been enduring and hardworking to get what I want, because I know perseverance is the key to what I want to be. Family is first on my list and I will always be a Marshall to mine. I am not violent and sometimes I am geeky. I am a nerd at my interests. I am Marshall.

I am Barney. I consider myself fun and loves to conjure tricks up my sleeve. I know that there are moments when I can be a jerk, but I can always give you a hand when I know you deserve them. I don't always take things seriously because sometimes it's easier to run away from responsibilities although I know that sooner I'll be hit in the face by some girl or someone. And although I am really out and flirty when I am single, I know that one look at "the One" and I'm all nuts. I'll do anything to get what I want, and make really great plans around it. I consider myself awesome, but there are times I just feel lame...and lonely...but then I look in the mirror and see myself being legendary and all, and suddenly I'm not lonely anymore. I am Barney.

They are more than fictional and tv characters to me. Because I found that somehow, I am not alone in my haggles. I found myself while laughing and crying at a tv series that meant a lot to me. They're more than a sitcom, they've helped me get along with life and everything around it.

The Perks of Seeing The Good in Goodbyes

I saw what happened. I felt it under my skin. But when all is said and done, I managed to find the good in goodbyes. It was nearly a month ago when I stumbled into a deep pit of losing someone. Unexpected, unknowing and harsh were the words that could mimic what happened. It was a perfect expiration date. Although it may sting and hurt for a while, I can guarantee now that I have found the good in this good bye.

Truth is, I have moved forward. I stepped forward. You knew all along that I was never the stagnant one. But that doesn't mean I have forgotten everything. I moved to another horizon. I moved to the exact improved version of me, I have been dying to show you before. This is all because of you.

I am not sad. I have been so happy to find out that I have all I need to regain back my confidence. Ironic as it may sound, but I am quite happy that you broke me apart. Because if it weren't for this, I wouldn't see how many hearts are still with me. I am thankful for the hearts that stayed. I thought that my life would be empty by now, since the dawn of you. But to my surprise, my life just went to a nitrous gear shift and escalated quickly. I have seen the better parts of my life. And that is all because of you.

I am not feeling any anger. My principle in my existence is simple. Never hold grudges for those who never needed them. I am not mad at you. I am not feeling any bitterness between us. I have seen the good with what we had. As what a legendary guy once said "It was a successful marriage (relationship) that happens to last for two years." Thanks Barney. But frankly, all I can see now are good memories of us. I ignored the bad ones in order for my life to continue light as the clouds. I hope you're in the same page with me. That is what I'm hoping, the security that you've seen my parts in the most good way possible and never in the cavities of my personality. I am happy just to be a part of the good stuff.

When love left me, I doubted people. I doubted the capability of relationships to work full time. But then I realized that I shouldn't doubt these things. Instead I should have faith with all these. I should believe in these things even when my whole generation fails to understand the idea of loving.
I realized now that love never leaves, it only leads. It leads us to the greater person we have inside. It unleashes all the good in life and people. In the end, love will always be the good in goodbyes. Love will provide you the reasons to see the brighter things in life; the silver linings.

Farewell, friend. The escape was real good, but reality knocked us up. I have seen the best parts. And that is all because of you.

We shall meet again, not in these suits but in a better and greater skin of the coming days. Good bye.

That thing called pressure

FACT. I am a college student as of now. I am part of those hopefuls striving to actually get a college degree. I have been studying for about two decades now, and owing to that long extent of experience; I have known how to be pressured.

FACT. I am pressured. I am pressured at so many damn levels. I am being pressured into graduating, on time. I am being pressured into having a successful career afterwards. I am being pressured into stopping if by all means I have failed to pass every single exam, test, quiz, and course. But that's a little too hyperbolic.

FACT. When I am pressured at a lot of things, I get too distracted. I always feel anxious. I grip on temporary things. I assume a lot, and I know that's not healthy. I always get too jittery when I have a lot of stuff going on. I cram and I always procrastinate. I don't know why, but I seem to master the art of being late. I crave for pressure sometimes. Because I know that somehow it helps me to boost.

FACT. The moment I sort everything that's going on in front of me is the moment of partial eradication of pressure-my pressure. Most of the time, when I feel that everything is going to spin around and splash like acid droplets along my way, I usually get up and take action against my pressure. I take down notes. I write every single deadline I have. I jot down every single detail I need for the coming wave. And that makes me feel like I'm such an obsessive compulsive scum.

FACT. Doing stuff under the grace of pressure can be quite the rush. It's unhealthy, that's another fact. But somehow it gives me the proper amount of adrenaline to push through and get over. That's how I do. That's how I accomplish things.

FACT. I do cry at times of pressure. You know, just to cleanse some tears outside my eyes. But really, sometimes it gets too far that I have to cry out at one point to release everything. I can shout, I can scream, I can pull a lot of hairs all over my body but that would be too extreme, so I always lay them off. I get sad too, because of the undying pressure. Afterwards, I try to sit down and relax. Then I do this thing called 'thinking' that I highly suggest others should do.

FACT. I don't let pressure get to anything. I don't let pressure get me and my positive aura. I am pressured, not close minded.

FACT. I am not alone at this pressure game. Let's say that there are ten students in a room, nine of them are pressured, the other one is either too intelligent, too braggy, too uncaring, or too undetermined. That's the thing about pressure, it drives you. It pushes you to your limit. It gives you the fuel to finish everything. I am not alone. I am not singular at these topics. And that's what everyone needs to acquire; the FACT that a lot are experiencing what you are in right now. Everyone gets pressured, but not everyone has the capability to withstand them. I consider them weak, but not helpless. Because they can actually pack up all their shits and do something about them.

FACT. After all the pressure? You'll see that it is all worth it. And you'll realize that losing your mind, your wits, your senses and everything you're standing for is really the greater pressure there is. Drowning yourself with this abstract concept is never healthy. Always remember that being a student means being in a lot of hungry pressure. And that's okay. What's not okay is losing yourself over these kind of things.

It's not the thousand pairs of eyes that will tell you that you're one heck of a beautiful person. It's not their tastes and standards for beauty that will define your pulchritude. They may offer you all the flowery words to the most dreadful ones, but you should not believe a single thing they're going to say. None of those should be your basis for yourself.

Do you want to know what really matters?

It's that single pair of eyes that will tell you how beautiful you really are; inside and out. He sees you the most gorgeous in the morning, when you just opened those sand-filled eyes. He sees beauty in the way you flicked that eye and bats it around. You are his radiance amongst the morning light.

It's the eyes of someone that will tell you how adorable you are when you're eating your favorite food, no matter how others would be grossed out at the sight of you munching a kilo of grilled crab, or eating a cob of corn with the least poise. He sees beauty in your complaints of being not too curvy or fit. He loves you the way you are and sees beauty in that temple.

At night, when you're too tired to fix your hair, or brush, or dress nice or even apply some things on your face; you can catch him staring at you. Those eyes may not do it consciously, but his subconscious mind knows exactly what to do with a fine creation like you. He sees beauty with your tired eyes at exactly 3:47 AM, the time when he knows you wouldn't want anybody to see you.
And that's what counts.

What you need is that single pair of mortal eyes that sees you through and finds perfection in your most imperfect moments.

I love seeing you.
I love everything imperfect about you.
I love you.

At exactly 8:38 evening of April 10, 2025

We're driving home to our newly owned apartment on one of the downtown streets of New York. I pulled the car to a red-bricked building, and pointed out the top floor; the penthouse. You stared at the view and smiled. I knew for that moment that I was hitting something you wished for. It was not a real fancy space for us, but I know we could manage to fit some of our ideas there. You're sitting in the passenger side of my beloved sedan. I don't exactly know what to feel at his moment. I'm happy, contented, overwhelmed and a bit nervous. Butterflies soon filled my stomach as I muttered "You're still the most beautiful thing since eighteen." You turned your head towards me. You raised an eyebrow expressing a thought of question. I smiled and my smile seemed like the answer to your mind query. "I started loving you when I was eighteen, right?" I winked.

We're now sharing the warmth of the car.

We came home a bit late. I could still taste some Bologna inside my mouth.
"We're never going back to that Italian place. The food sucks!" I said.
"It's worth the try." You replied.
"I guess." I answered back.

We tried and celebrated at this fancy restaurant near your new workplace. You finally got your dream job; an architectural designer for a huge company. You don't know how happy I am seeing that you finally got what you deserved. I got out of the car, pulled your door and escort you to our new place. The feeling was new, real brand new. We're like two kids ready to explode after receiving a box full of toys. I held your hand, as tight as I knew how and walked up the stairs.

I opened the door of the pent. I looked at you and sighed. "Finally. I'm so tired of walking, and standing, and just wearing these pair of shoes." I exclaimed.

Your eyes gleamed. You walked into our bedroom as if you came alone. The place was full of lights and glasses, just like how you want them.

"Why do you look so surprised? You designed this, silly." I interrupted your pageant walk across the room.

"Right, right...well I'm just happy. I don't know, but this is exactly what I want baby." You said in the most glad manner. Well, I'm just happy that you're happy right now. This is what I wanted a long time ago, back to our silly teenage years. It was a fulfillment. We walked to our bed, and I laid down with ease. I feel the comfort of heaven--our own piece of cotton heaven.

"Take your shoes off and change. You'll feel better." You said as you take off your garments. I remember your younger version lecturing me about how I'm too lazy to take off my clothes. I laughed a little and you shagged me off.

I pulled you to bed and hugged you tight. We both decided to rest because it had been a tiring day and the idea of sleeping just tickled our senses. I hugged you tighter. You tucked your head on my chest. Nostalgia kicked in. I remembered how you love sleeping like this.

"I love you baby." I said
"I love you too baby." You replied

"We made it."
"Finally."

I smiled and realize that the world now isn't that big. Now it's just us, and this piece of home we have.

Pensive

As I hugged you with great aquiver, salty tears filled my eyes.

"Don't leave me please." I begged

"I won't but allow me some time."

You replied in the most mellifluous manner. I felt calm with your words but I still begged.

You pushed me like the greatest criminal caught red-handed. At that moment I wished that I'm the biggest convict for loving you ineffable as it seems. But things have changed with a single snap. And now I am in a hiraeth in a place to where I may have been moved; your heart. I am most nefarious to your mortal eyes, I know. But to any extent I will still save you my sincerest apology.

I'm sorry love. I did the worst. And no other words can desrcribe my grief of being the gultiest bastard alive. I hate feeling like a somnambulist whenever we're walking, you were my best dream, so please don't try to wake me up. If sleep walking is how I'll be with you, then I'll do it even in a thousand mile. I hope things in our epoch hadn't been destroyed by my stupid mistake. I will make it up to you, I promise.

"I love you." I muttered in my sonorious flat noted voice.

But you failed to reply by the least. I guess you're still hurt by what I did. I'll let you cool down for whatever time you need. But please don't ever leave me hanging. If it's by serendipity that you give me a chance, then I'll pray for that one shot of winning you back. I am not faithful. But that doesn't mean that I fell in limerence with another. You're still my better half.

As I sit here watching you from a distance, I can't seem to hear anything but the bombinate of mockings telling me how stupid I am for letting you down. You may not believe me right now, but baby I loved you in the most ethereal way I know. I bet someone who loves like this should be illicit.

I 'm sorry baby. And I will continue to utter those petty words until the whole region is covered with petrichor. It's currently raining from my insides. And I'm wishing a lot for it to stop. I need your iridescent version. Please be my brightest again?

Here's an epiphany. I realized now that when someone makes you feel this way, you shouldn't hurt them. You should always make sure that you don't let them go.

It's funny how it felt really nice being just supine next to you, just this morning. But now we're like two complete strangers-no, friends. And you know I don't want friends, I want us. Now I'm blinded. All my senses are blinded with supreme luminescence. I'm lonely. And alone. I want my solitude back, ours-I mean. I hope I get you back by the time Aurora comes. Because I can't manage to continue being like this.

Remember baby? We're the couple of syzygy. We're the greatest phosphenes alive. I wish for your oblivion, but that can't happen. You can't forget something like that. I can't promise you with the complete erasure of what I did, but I'll do my best to replace them with better ones. Ones where I am not related into being a scumbag. This may or may not be ephemeral. We'll get back. You're mad. And your incandescent body reflects.

Now this is the denouement of my fault. Blame me for everything and I will just let my guard down. I am wrong. I'm a bookworm in a state of vellichor. You're my library.

"I love you. Please take me back." I thought in eloquence.

I'm defenestrating right now. I may not give you the happiness to as winning to your favorite sport. But please, I want to give you the sonder of what I can improve in the next chapter.

I'm still your prince. I was never not.

I love you and I'm sorry. This is my sincerest.

Dumbstruck

And with one little thought, it hit me.

Whatever happened to the boy who once dreamed of owning an Olympic sized pool filled with nothing but plastic balls? Whatever happened to the boy who constantly rants and complains about not getting the issue of his favorite magazine? Whatever happened to the nerdy little lad who's too eager to finish all the books in his Encyclopedia set? I remember seeing him picking up two giant buckets of Lego and pouring them on his puzzle mats, ready for another creative session with tiny blocks. Where is this creative boy who slacks most of his days with doing artsy things he learned after watching Art Shows on his favorite kid's channel? He's been lost for quite some time now. The memory of him playing his Game boy console is still as fresh as the dews of some mornings of December. Old photographs can be seen with him opening a large present for his seventh revolution from the sun, as if it was pure heaven in sight for him. He used to believe that everything will fall into their down right places just like his blocks of Lego. He used to live a life awfully different from where he is now. He used to have a simple life. He used to be just one rascal amongst the other children in scarlet shorts. He used to enjoy what he has, but later demands for a little more-typical of a child. He used to think that life is merely a series of things that will pass him by. He was never careful, never a hesitant bud, he was never silent. He dreamed of things quite childish but stands to its grounds until the very end. But now he misses what he was. Now he can't be what he was.

But things are not supposed to remain to what they were. Things, as well as life is a constant revolution. I realize now where that poor boy could be. He didn't leave, nor stray. He just grew. And that's how nature makes you better. If not better, then at least new. Now he sees, it wasn't so bad after all. He changed.

Maw

"Di ka pa kumakain? Kain ka na."

"Uuwi ka na? Ayaw mo sumabay sa kapatid mo?"

"Ba't di mo inubos yan?"

I hate it when my mother exactly knows how I'm feeling at any moment of my existence. As I stepped out of our shop awhile ago, I can hear my main woman (Well, not exactly. But I'm pretty sure that Mom will try to open up something tho) say "Siguro may problema nanaman." That's the both cruel and wonderful thing about mothers. It's that they have that incomparable instinct of knowing when their children is going in to something tough. Since my mom is not an exception to that instinct, I hate her for having to know me that well.

Long face, smeared stares, silence, and an uncomfortable posture are qualities you'll able to spot at me whenever I'm not on my cloudest nines. It may be easy for some to cross out these things but undeniably my mother will outrace you at saying when exactly I'm not okay. That is how she works, if there's anything faster than light, I'll be betting for my mother.

But do you know what is far more vicious  than her actually memorizing every single cell and nerve throughout my body? It is that feeling of wanting to tell her exactly everything and wanting to hear her respond and try to sort out my problems-more specifically to sort my life now. But something invisible is actually keeping my mouth shut, leaving us in a state of suspended agony of not being open. But that will forever be okay. Because that's how my Mom and I operates. I'm guessing that my Mom is probably trying to send me something through brain waves and genial gestures. And the message is that: 

"Anak, wag kang matakot sabihin sakin ang kahit ano. Maiintindihan kita, kumpara man kanino. Nandito naman kasi ako, bakit ka ba nahihiya? Kahit tama ka o mali ka man, di kita kayang makitang ganyan. Dinadala ko rin yan. Diba best friend mo pa nga ako?"

And whenever my Mother and I exchange glances of unbalanced thoughts, I would always try to hypothetically shout and try to echo every single word. Then it shall be followed with the nostalgia of Mother's sweet embrace I dreamt for about eighteen years.

Note: She never hugged me, because she always exclaimed that I am strong enough.

And with that out of my mind, I'm now completely fine for at least 48 hours. Thanks Mom and I love you.

On taking insults

As the door opened...

"May shirt nga dito, ang pangit!"

So let me ask you one question, what would you feel if you heard those six words? Wait, let me add something. What would you feel if you heard those six words and you just showed someone your shirt design?

Well, I guess you'll be mad, hysterical, or angry. If I'm wrong, then maybe you're different--good different, I mean. I heard those words before. (Well actually, that was like a month ago. Haha!) I honestly did nothing the moment I heard them. It was an like a hard brick thrown at my face but I'm tarred to the ground so I couldn't actually hit it back. How would you feel if your considered work of art will be subjected to a nasty comment without even a reason behind? It was an insult, yes a fucking insult. More than that, it felt like a wasted effort.

You see, there are two ways to criticize something or someone. First, is the more euphemistic way; a constructive criticism, so as what others would say. It is a more sweet approach of actually pointing out what you felt wrong about something without stepping on others' feelings and or efforts. (Yes I am pointing out efforts, so much for moving on. Hahaha!) It's a criticism that is based on something, whether by preference or choice. It's a key in building one's confidence and ACTUALLY helping them improve their crafts. The second one, on the other hand is an insult. I know everyone had received words that are far less sweet and acceptable to the human ears. An insult is a comment that seemed too right for the moment it was used. But honestly speaking? Insults are just lame and nonsense utterance of unpleasant words that has not been completely processed by the Central Nervous System. In a shorter definition, it wasn't thought of.

Insults come in various forms. Whether by words, by pictures, by body language, by accents, by gestures, but behind them all an insult is an insult. In my case, I was insulted not merely by the superficial act of insulting my work. It's like a jolt of lightning struck my memory bank and traced down every single nudge, color, positioning, imagining, mouse-clicking, keyboard shortcuts, water breaks and eye squintings I did when I was working on the simple shirt design. What hurt me was the thought of how could this person actually utter these words without even considering pointing out what he actually disliked about my work? Does he know how tiresome it could get just to design one simple shit like this? Is he even considering the efforts made by yours truly? Those are the fucking questions I wanted to ask. But I didn't. And you know why? Because as what one of the 48 Laws of power suggest:

"Never step on a great man's shoe."

I just accepted the fact that right at that moment, I am weak and I am not capable of returning the favor of asking. There will come a time when I'll have the authority and power to actually say something. I didn't retract what I believed in, I just set them aside because I do know that I am right and I am great. No one should have the power to step on me or my works, and that's one of my principles in life. In time, revenge may not be necessary but being successful with whatever, yes even shirt designing will be my best comeback. And that is my ultimate rule on taking insults.

Rewire your brain so that insults will be converted into striving factors for you to excel and be successful in the near future. Consider them as the stones thrown at you, but instead of throwing them back, you collected them and yearned to build a stone cottage. #SocoPreaches

Artery

So I've received an awful lot of invitations for youth services these past few weeks. And to anybody's surprise, I didn't go. Primarily because I am not fond of events like those and I got a whole lot of things going on in my plate. The youth services offered were about love; because it's February. Woah, big surprise. But enough of that intro, I'm not here to rant about being uncooperative when it comes to those things but here's the real deal.

Valentine's Day is just around the corner. It's a freaking fact. But what really got my attention right now (as I sit here, scrolling my endless news feed on Facebook) is the ultimate desperation of everyone to limit Valentine's day into a couple-slash-erotic-kind-of-love holiday. If this will surprise you enough, Valentine's day shouldn't be limited to having boyfriends, girlfriends, soulmates and other types of -mates. If you know what I mean. *smirks. It's like the whole universe conspires everyone to develop a fetish over relationships, and yes I am talking about the generation of mine, and the lower ones. I mean, c'mon we can do better than this?

 You can still celebrate the day of love with just being with your friends, or your families. Love is not concentrated to anything. It's vast and it's everywhere. Stop complaining about your 'single-ness' and start loving yourself more. Stop ranting about being alone on Valentine's day because you're not. (I'm here...*smirks again* haha just kidding.) Instead of tweeting things like:

"I feel so alone. Why do we need #Valentines day? Fuck."

"Pwede bang hanggang 13 days lang ang February?"

Start tweeting things like:

"Valentine's day is coming, can't wait to take my Mom out for dinner!"

"I am going to love myself more this year. #Valentines #MeTime"

Did you get what I mean? Stop embarrassing yourself in front of everyone, and start making them feel that it's okay to actually be single and that there are lots of things you can enjoy. Inspire others with your independence, in a good way. Never appear bitter to anyone, trust me. Bitterness is like smiling, it's contagious and influential. Spread the love like them effin butter.

So do I kind of gave you any plans of dating yourself this coming week?

PS. I'm not saying this things because I'm blessed enough with my love life, I'm just being your average Kuya. And BTW: I kinda need to greet someone really special here:

Advance Happy Valentine's Day Baby! As cheesy as it may get but thank you for completing my life. I love you and I will always do, no matter what happens. I promise. Smile ka na please? *kisses will be delivered as soon as I see you.

Ignore the duck boy lol