NOTHINGNESS….

Have you ever noticed

That the worst way

To miss someone

Is when they are

Right beside you

And yet you

Can never have them…

 

When the moment

You can’t feel them

Under you fingertips

You miss them?

 

Have you ever wondered

Which hurts the most:

Saying something and wishing

You had not, or

Saying nothing and wishing you had?

 

I guess the most important things,

Are the hardest things to say.

There are the things

You get ashamed of

Because words diminish them,

Words shrink things

That seemed timeless

When they were in your head…

To no more than living size

When they are brought out.

 

Don’t be afraid

To tell someone

You love them

If you do, they might break your heart

But if you don’t

You might break theirs.

 

Have you ever decided

Not to become a couple

Because you were

So afraid of losing

What you already had

With that person?

 

Your heart decides

Who it likes

And who it doesn’t.

You can’t tell your heart

What to do.

It does it on its own… when you least suspect it,

Or even when

You don’t want it to.

 

Have you ever wanted

To love someone

With everything you had,

But that other person

Was too afraid to let you?

 

Too many of us stay walled

Because we are too afraid

To care too much…

For fear that the other

Person does not care as much,

Or not at all.

 

Have you ever loved someone

And they had absolutely

No idea whatsoever?

Or fell for your best friend

In the entire world,

And then sat around

And watched him fall for someone else?

 

Have you ever denied your

Feelings for someone

Because your fear of rejection

Was too hard to handle?

Or have you cast aside

Your feelings because you

Thought things

Were impossible?

 

We tell lies when we are afraid…

Afraid of what we don’t know,

Afraid of what others will think,

Afraid of what will be found out about us.

But everytime we tell a lie…..

The thing we fear grows stronger.

 

Life is all about risks

And it requires you to jump.

Don’t be a person

Who has to look back

And wonder what s/he would have,

Or could have had.

 

Sometimes life offers no 2^nd chance,

No one waits forever so…..

Cherish the past,

It made you what you are.

Treasure the present,

It’s a timeless gift.

Pray for the future,

It’s where hopes are fulfilled

And dreams become reality.

 

“There are only 2 ways to live your life; one as though nothing is a miracle.  The other is as though everything is.”   – Albert Einstein

 

Reasons…

People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.  When we figure out which it is, we’ll know exactly what to do.

When someone is in our life for a reason, it is usually to meet a need we have expressed outwardly or inwardly.  They have come to assist us through a difficulty, to provide us with guidance and support; to aid us physically, emotionally, or spiritually.  They may seem like a Godsend, and they are.  They are there for the reason we need them to be.  Then, without any wrong doing, or a small mistake on our part, or at inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the “relationship” (whatever kind it is) to an end.  Sometimes they die.  Sometimes they walk-away.  Sometimes they act up or out and force us to take a stand.  What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.  The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.  When people come into our life for a season, it is because our turn has come to share, grow or learn.  They may bring us an experience of peace or make us laugh. They may teach us something we’ve never done.  They usually give us an unbelievable amount of joy.  Believe it!  It is real!  BUT, only for a season.

Lifetime relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.

Our job is to accept the lesson, love the person (anyway);  And put what we have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of our life.

It is said that love is blind, friendship is clairvoyant.

So I know why you are in my life, and I love you for that reason.

TO A FRIEND (RESPONSE)

Love makes friendship possible
It turns a stranger into a friend.
And when it becomes something deeper.
It is a new beginning & not an end.
If you value our friendship above anything.
You would not be afraid to love me more.
If you fear to do such beautiful deed,
then our friendship has lost its core!
Why have me only as a friend,
When I can be your lover, too?
We have already played the game of love,
The rules haven’t changed; we know what to do.
Or else we’d never beome like these:
FRIENDS that stand by each other side
PARTNERS that look upon another
SOULMATES that have nothing to hide.
Indeed no one is spared from the hurt & the sadness is unbearable if you love not.
It is more painful to be lonely than to love and have fought.
If ever you feel betrayed when I to you propose,
You did not trust me completely,
You did not trust me enough.
Friends, as I have always believed:
ARE TWO PEOPLE IN LOVE
a fact we should all gladly face,
a truth that should cause no worry!

TO A FRIEND

Love is poisonous to a friendship
Yes, it is a poison among friends
For when it turns into something deeper,   that is where friendship ends.
I value our friendship above the rest,
   & I like you too much to let go;
But I don’t want to lose this friendship of ours.
I want to cherish it and so
I’d rather have you as a friend than to love & not be the same.
For these are just foolish past times.
Indeed, love is a dangerous game.
One of us is bound to get hurt, or maybe even both.
So, let’s not make it any harder by asking my serious oath.
Commitments are beautiful, I believe, so please don’t get me wrong.
But only when it’s sure of itself……
   only when it’s strong
Since we are neither one of those
And since there is a sort of a rule,
   then I guess, we’ll just have to face it,
FRIENDS AREN’T MEANT TO FALL IN LOVE!!!!

GUYS POINT OF VIEW

***Guy’s point of view***

 This is very cute! And even written by a guy!
 
You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 99% of girls don’t realize it ’til it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice.
 
From a guys point of view:
We don’t care if you talk to other guys.
We don’t care if you’re friends with other guys.
But when you’re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.
It doesn’t help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we’re still there.
 
We don’t care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.
Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can’t wait till he morning.
 
Also, when we tell you you’re pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.
Don’t tell us we’re wrong.We’ll stop trying to convince you.
The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.
Yeah, you can quote me.
 
Don’t be mad when we hold the door open.
Take Advantage of the mood im in.
LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON’T ‘FEEL BAD’
We enjoy doing it.
It’s expected.
Smile and say ‘thank you.’
 
Kiss us when no one’s watching.
If you kiss us when you know somebody’s looking, we’ll be more impressed.
 
You don’t have to get dressed up for us.
If we’re going out with you in the first place, you don’t have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.
 
We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are.
 
Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she’s just in her pj’s or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.
 
Don’t take everything we say seriously.
Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.
Don’t get angry easily.
Stop using magazines/media as your bible.
 
Don’t talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It’s boring, and we don’t care. You have girlfriends for that.
 
Whatever happened to the word ‘handsome’/’beautiful’.
 
I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with ‘Hey handsome!’ instead of ‘Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy’ or whatever else you can think of.
 
On the other hand im not sayin i wouldn’t like it ether.
 
Girls: I cannot stress this enough: IF YOU AREN’T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON’T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE. DITCH HIS SORRY DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION ASS, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT
 
Someone who will honor your morals.
Someone who will make you smile when you’re at your lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.
Someone who will stop what they’re doing just to look you in the eyes….and say ‘i love you’ ……….AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!
 
*****Give the nice guys a chance*****
 
Holdin Hands- Girls : If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.
 Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.
 
Cuddling- Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you’re cold. 
Guys : Automatically move closer to her.
 
Movies- Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder
Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.
 
Loving each other- Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into  her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too… And  mean it.
 
Laying below the stars- Girls : When you’re both laying under the stars, 
put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady 
heart beat
Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers. Now 
make a wish about something you would like to happen Between you and your  crush….

 guys: no grabbing!!!

REUNITED: A Two-sided Poem

I SAW HIM TODAY.

 

I saw her today.IT’S BEEN A WHILE.

It seems like centuries.

HE LOOKED OKAY.

I couldn’t stop staring at her.

WE TALKED FOR A WHILE.

She looked so fine.

HE KEPT LOOKING AT ME & I WONDERED WHY.

She wouldn’t look me in the eye & I wondered why.

HE ASKED ME HOW I WAS & I TOLD HIM ABOUT MY NEW BOYFRIEND.

She asked me if i had a girlfriend, & I told her I didn’t.

I PRETENDED LIKE I CARED.

I pretended like I didn’t care.

HE LOOKED DIFFERENT THAN HE USED TO.

She looked hotter than ever.

I GAVE HIM A FRIENDLY HUG GOODBYE.

We held each other one more time.

AND THEN I WENT SHOPPING.

& I asked my friends to join me in a red-horse drinking session & cried.

LIKENESS OF US

Then…

like flowers in chay, a friendship bloomed unaffected

like children we grew with laughters, tears & cheers in every moment we shared

like lovers, we cared for the needs of each other.

like the wind & sea, side by side, we braved the storm.

like birds in the cold nights, we spread our wings to give each other warmth

like the Great Wall, we sheltered in the comfort of each others arms.

But…..

like cowards, no one dares to speak of the concealed love

like friends we thought we ought to remain

like fools, we yielded to our pride

like a martyr, I was willing to give you up

like a blind hero, you reluctantly accepted the challenged.

Now……

like the unblessed souls, we suffer the bitterness of losing each other

like strangers, each of us will take his own path

like a story, You and I have it’s end.

Daddy’s Dating Rules (hahaha!!!!)

Rule 1:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.

Daddy’s Dating Rules

Rule 2:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.

Rule 3:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object.
However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule 4:
I’m sure! You’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “Barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule 5:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: “early”

Rule 6:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule 7:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiti! ng for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule 8:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden tool.
Places where there is darkness.
Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness.
Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka – zipped up to her throat.
Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay.
Hockey games are okay.
Old folks homes are better.

Rule 9:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle- aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house.

Rule 10:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveways you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimet! er password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car – there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

LOVE IS LIKE WAITING FOR A BUS

Love Is Like Waiting For A Bus 

When the bus come, you look at it and you said to yourself, “Eeee… so full…cannot sit down one”. So you said to yourself, “I’ll wait for the next one.” So you let the bus go and waited for the second bus.

Then the second bus came,you looked at it and you said, “Eeee…this bus so old… surely very uncomfortable one.” So you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus.

After awhile,another bus came. It’s not crowded and not old but you said, “Eeee…no air-con one…and the weather is so warm, better wait for the next one.” So again you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus.

Then the sky started to get dark as it is getting late. You panicked and jump on to the next on coming bus. It is not until much later that you found out that you had boarded on to the wrong bus!

So you wasted your time and money waiting for what you want!
Even if an aircon bus came can you ensure that the aircon bus won’t break down or will the aircon be too cold for you?

So people. Want to make sure that what you want is not wrong. But it wouldn’t hurt to give other people a chance, right? If you found that the “bus” doesn’t suit you just press the red button and get off the bus!

But wait…I am sure all of you have this experienced before. You saw a bus is coming (the bus you want of course) you flagged it and the driver acted blur by pretending not seeing you and zoomed pass you!

The bottom line of being loved is like waiting for a bus and whether you want to get on the bus and give the bus a chance depends totally on you and walking alone is just like being out of love.

If you love someone set him/her free. If he/she comes back to you, you know they’re yours. If they don’t then it was never meant to be.Remember to always say what you mean. If you love someone, tell.

Don’t be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you. Because when you decide that it is the right time, it might be too late.

Seize the day.
Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.

*not bad, for somebody who dislike having to commute, huh?

I love you like my lost wallet

I love you like my lost wallet.
and the TIMEZONE  token I always mistook for a one peso coin.
I love you completely unlike the blank wallet ID card I never filled out.
I love you more than my expired Visa or my Starbucks card, which still needed twenty-one more stamps before i can claim my free planner.
I love you bigger than the zipper on the ridiculously small change pocket, its dwarf-sized stitching.
I love you full like the empty space where 500 hundred peso bills would have been.

MY NEW WALLET

 

My old professor in college used to tell us that wallets are a lot like boys, “Dapat mong ingatan, kasi kung hindi mo iningatan baka may mangyari.”

I know what he means. I just lost a wallet, & I just lost a boy. You know, the exact same thing.

One day, you realize its gone. You try to look for it everywhere, even going back to the places where you could have lost it.

You think, & you think hard, only to come upon a grim realization: it’s really gone.

Ofcourse, you can hold on to some hope. After all, there have been some very, very (blessed?) people who get it back.

Perhaps you could become one of those people. You sit home & you hope that someone would call, & that you would get it back. But then, some time passes, & you realize that its still gone, & you realize that its time to let go.

The 1st few days, you turn to your friends for support. Some tell you you’ll be okay, some tell you that it was your fault & that you should have been more careful, & some tell you about their own experiences.

They give you all sorts of advices, none you haven’t heard before. You then go out to find a new wallet, only to realize that you don’t really want a new one. You want the old one that you lost.

No, you don’t want all these better-looking wallets, you want yours, because of how comfortable it is, because of all the cards & pictures & other stuff in it.

You go out & carry on without a wallet, keeping your money in your pocket instead. You throw away stuffs that you would have held on if you had your old wallet. And then, finally, you find a new wallet you like & settle in. you then start filling your new wallet, little by little. It still doesn’t feel as comfortable as the old one. But its getting there.

Then you start putting in cards & pictures & other important stuff in the wallet. Soon enough, there’s as much stuff in your new wallet as the old one. And then, after sometime, you feel comfortable with your new wallet.

And then you realize that you’ve almost forgotten you ever had your old wallet. Sure, you still remember most of the stuff you lost on that wallet. But then again, you don’t remember the feeling of hurt that you felt when you lost it.

That’s because that wallet you lost is no longer your wallet. You’re no longer holding on. This new wallet you’re holding, it has all the important cards & pictures & stuff that you need. This is your wallet.

And this time, you tell yourself, you’re never losing this one.

** The thing is I don’t use wallets… So I’m wondering if I will ever find a “wallet” I like enough…

My PMS medicine

So its that time of the month… and my hormones are sooo out of control, i can go from happy to bitch in 0.001 second… lol!

So for damage control, i decided to bake my favorite (BTS) becootter than sex cookies, but decided to tweak it a little with some pudding and walnuts, as a result I have produced my yummiest cookies to date. The 1st batch disappeared in a few minutes, its insanely good! My bitch-o-meter has significantly gone lower. Lol

For RLJ

Terrified  Terrified (live) by Didi Benami and Jason Reeves

You, by the light
Is the greatest find
In a world full of wrong
You’re the thing that’s right
Finally made it through the lonely
To the other side

You set it again, my heart’s in motion
Every word feels like a shooting star
I’m at the edge of my emotions
Watching the shadows burning
in the dark

And I’m in love
And I’m terrified
For the first time
and the last time
In my only life

And this could be good
It’s already better than that
And nothing’s worse
Than knowing you’re holding back
I could be all that you need
If you let me try

You set it again, my heart’s in motion
Every word feels like a shooting star
I’m at the edge of my emotions
Watching the shadows burning in the dark

And I’m in love
And I’m terrified
For the first time and the last time
In my only

I only said it ’cause I mean it
I only mean ’cause it’s true
So don’t you doubt what I’ve been dreaming
‘Cause it fills me up and holds me close whenever I’m without you

You set it again,
my heart’s in motion
Every word feels like a shooting star
I’m at the edge of my emotions
Watching the shadows burning in the dark

And I’m in love
And I’m terrified
For the first time and the last time
In my only life

maybe you should start praying hard again; that my feelings for you will eventually go away… so you can finally get rid of me forever…  if you will rely on me, I never fall in love half baked… im always there for the long haul… i may complain and whine about alot of things.. but at the end of the day, im still that one person that will be there for you… no matter how though things are..   i think me loving you, is just one big hassle for you.. even if you dont say it.. it certainly shows in your actions.. unfortunately we can’t choose the one we will fall in love with… because if thats the case… people will always gravitate towards the easy relationships… I’m not sorry that i fell for you… its probably one of the few right things i did in my life… ive always gravitated to the easy, no brainer, meaningless  relationships… i never had to work for anything.. so maybe when youre through with me i might’ve develop more character, more substance… or im probably dead from a heart attack from u. But I am sorry, that its such a hassle for you… that youre being forced to deal with emotions, you obviously are not used to; but then againn tapping into my real feelings is something i was never good at and spent most of my life running away from… unfortunately life has a weird and twisted way of making us comfront them… It took alot of sleepless nights to actually realize that what I feel for you isn’t just a crush blown out of proportion; or a lust….  It took so much courage (and fear) to admit to myself that I haven’t wanted someone like I want you in so long… that I’ve fallen in love with somebody who probably will never feel the same way about me this lifetime, or the next. C

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