today is Ash Wednesday.
a special day of obligation for Catholics worlwide to pause for a moment, contemplate, reflect and call to mind the importance of this day as it bid the start of the 40-day fasting in observance of Lent.
please, if you're not a big fan of the Catholic faith, the least that you can do is bite your tongue - that is if you're parents did not teach you how to respect other people's beliefs...
in this space, i could babble forever on other religion's flaws but i chose not to.
because i was taught how to respect other people's faith.
my circle of friends is an interesting pot of various religions and beliefs, but we got along fine..almost 15 years...because we know how to respect each other's space and the respective faith that we grew up into....
sana, 'yung lahat ng tao..ganun din.
About Me
- barbs
- i am: a poem. a song. a sonnet.student of life.dangerously charming.reluctant hearthrob.wicked softie. poet in recluse,writer at heart.sportswriter in perpetuity.grounded romantic.reformed caffeine addict.photojournalist wannabe.closet diva.digs poetry readings.coffee talks.museum talks.nights on Bora beach.Neruda disciple.Coelho fan.frustrated rockstar.miffed painter.teacher.mentor.coach.counselor.sister.friend.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
must share.
hear ye, hear ye.
for the married, single, recently un-coupled or single but in troubled relationship.
let me share this with you. something that's worth your while.
Advice for the married, planning to get married, single but not available, single and available, no love life.
Eduardo Calasanz was a student at the Ateneo Manila University, Philippines, where he had Father Ferriols as professor. Father Ferriols, at that time was the Philosophy department head. Currently, he still teaches Philosophy for graduating college students in Ateneo. Father Ferriols has been very popular for his mind opening and enriching classes but is also notorious for the grades he gives. Still people took his classes for the learning and deep insight they take home with them every day (if only they could do something about the grades...)
Anyway, come grade giving time, (Ateneo has letter grading systems, the highest being an A, lowest at D, with F for flunk), Fr. Ferriols had this long discussion with the registrar people because he wanted to give Calasanz an A+. Either that or he doesn't teach at all...Calasanz got his A+.
Read the paper below to find out why.
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PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE
By Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz
I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.
When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.
And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible.
How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other's habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?
The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.
Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.
The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long- time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.
This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility.
One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other's company over the long term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise.
If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other.
And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.
After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.
Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance doesn't become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.
There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.
So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower.
The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe. Marriage is a transformation we choose to make.
Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger.
It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter. But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousnesses come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one.
There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains.
But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one.
Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex. So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation.
If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom... endlessly.
for the married, single, recently un-coupled or single but in troubled relationship.
let me share this with you. something that's worth your while.
Advice for the married, planning to get married, single but not available, single and available, no love life.
Eduardo Calasanz was a student at the Ateneo Manila University, Philippines, where he had Father Ferriols as professor. Father Ferriols, at that time was the Philosophy department head. Currently, he still teaches Philosophy for graduating college students in Ateneo. Father Ferriols has been very popular for his mind opening and enriching classes but is also notorious for the grades he gives. Still people took his classes for the learning and deep insight they take home with them every day (if only they could do something about the grades...)
Anyway, come grade giving time, (Ateneo has letter grading systems, the highest being an A, lowest at D, with F for flunk), Fr. Ferriols had this long discussion with the registrar people because he wanted to give Calasanz an A+. Either that or he doesn't teach at all...Calasanz got his A+.
Read the paper below to find out why.
=================================================
PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE
By Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz
I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.
When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.
And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible.
How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other's habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?
The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.
Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.
The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long- time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.
This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility.
One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other's company over the long term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise.
If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other.
And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.
After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.
Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance doesn't become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.
There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.
So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower.
The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe. Marriage is a transformation we choose to make.
Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger.
It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter. But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousnesses come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one.
There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains.
But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one.
Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex. So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation.
If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom... endlessly.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Princess Hours
koreanovelas make me smile. make me sigh.make me wish that the reel is real.
make me laugh. it tickles my heart. strokes my fancy and makes me fall in love without failure.
blame it on my sister.
if addiction to koreanovelas is dangerous, then K and i are full-blown cases that is beyond de-contamination.
but i'm more choosy.
i go for the ones that tread the romantic-comedy pathways.
Kim Sam Soon. My Girl. Full House. Attic Cat. Love Story In Harvard...
and now, Princess Hours.
the storyline is really simple.
girl and boy hates each other's guts.
moves in different circles. fancies different taste. poles apart in society's hierarchy.
but Fate butts in, pulls Destiny by the hair. and Love is towed behind.
simple. really. but we just don't care. >wink!<
crashing to sleep beyond the normal hours (please, define normal to us)...defiant to part with our blankets when the clock screams 7am...that when the hands of time strikes the quarter pose, we're the very picture of chaos - running around to stomp the last of our stuff in our bags and planting our dear uncle a hurried mano in an effort to beat the office's grace period.
all because of staying late.
all because of Princess Hours.
are we complaining? not a bit. hehehehe
p.s.
am going to Davao this March...and J said he's going to introduce me to a Prince Gian look-a-like...please pray that i won't do something foolish, like give the guy a hug? hahahahaha
make me laugh. it tickles my heart. strokes my fancy and makes me fall in love without failure.
blame it on my sister.
if addiction to koreanovelas is dangerous, then K and i are full-blown cases that is beyond de-contamination.
but i'm more choosy.
i go for the ones that tread the romantic-comedy pathways.
Kim Sam Soon. My Girl. Full House. Attic Cat. Love Story In Harvard...
and now, Princess Hours.
the storyline is really simple.
girl and boy hates each other's guts.
moves in different circles. fancies different taste. poles apart in society's hierarchy.
but Fate butts in, pulls Destiny by the hair. and Love is towed behind.
simple. really. but we just don't care. >wink!<
crashing to sleep beyond the normal hours (please, define normal to us)...defiant to part with our blankets when the clock screams 7am...that when the hands of time strikes the quarter pose, we're the very picture of chaos - running around to stomp the last of our stuff in our bags and planting our dear uncle a hurried mano in an effort to beat the office's grace period.
all because of staying late.
all because of Princess Hours.
are we complaining? not a bit. hehehehe
p.s.
am going to Davao this March...and J said he's going to introduce me to a Prince Gian look-a-like...please pray that i won't do something foolish, like give the guy a hug? hahahahaha
Thursday, February 15, 2007
post Valentine musings.
I have never observed commercialism at its peak, until this year’s Valentine’s Day.
Sure I’ve been one of those faithfuls who once made that pilgrimage to Dangwa – Manila’s flower mecca – to buy my mom her fave blooms (this year, I bought her a box of Quaker Oats granola bar, same saccharine dosage but half the calories), but this year’s spell of the V-Day surely had everyone frenzied, double time.
Costs of flowers skyrocketed to eye-popping figures. Premium seats to concerts were sold out. Hotels, motels and inns enjoyed brisk bookings and romantic movies surely kept the box office tills banging and ringing. Radio airwaves played a heavy traffic of tunes – ranging from the sentimental to bubblegum pop to achingly alternative. Heck, even the newspapers are thickly inked with everything that is Valentine’s…but I did enjoy that pull-out on love quotes and lines from the movie. Hehehehe
What can I say? I’m a romantic through and through.
I woke up to 15 SMS eager to be popped open and read, all containing greetings and love thoughts – whether it was an original composition or another forwarded snippet, I could only care less. The thing is a lot of people wanted to make me feel special and thought of on the day wherein the “uncoupled” (plain talk:SINGLEs) are either grossly ignored or simply pitied.
I swear, the mad rush (before and) during Valentine’s is starting to give me the creeps.
And it’s not envy, I’ve had my fair share of special V-Day episodes.
It’s just that I’ve noticed that the meaning of “valentine” has been grossly blighted and one’s barometer of “love” is reduced to envious shrills and thrills after receiving a flower bouquet or a box of sweets.
Personally, I think flowers are ultimately romantic…receiving them has always given me the shivers, almost ethereal. Chocolates or whatever sweets that comes with it are welcome bonuses. Both have been muted symbols of affection that is rampantly displayed especially on the love month of February.
Personally, I think, men should not only give flowers and chocolates to their loves during V-Day. Each time spent with their girl friends and important female figures in their lives should be V-Day. Women, I think, should not limit their partner’s affection to perfumed blooms, cute teddies or sweets, maybe it’s high time to acknowledge the small things that guys do but frequently overlooked.
But then, that’s just me.
***000***
It has been said that love transcends all; that the abstraction of this powerful emotion knows no time and is bordered by no boundaries; that love even challenges what is unconventional; that love, which rests in a lover’s heart has a language of its own, and only heart understands it best; that love, for all of its brazen simplicity remains a mystery; that love conquers all.
While some might scoff at the seemingly string of mush, I beg no apologies. You have to agree, there is an undercurrent of truth streaming from it.
Fate? Destiny? Hmmm..it’s time to get up and stop smelling the roses.
Best to acknowledge that the pretty blooms have thorns that pricks the flesh and paves the way for a bloody bleeding.
Hahaha
I saw this item in one of the major dailies on Heart’s Day itself.
One study showed that a good percentage of the population believes in the adage love is blind.
True.
Another sidebar revealed that the torpe guys gets the girls.
True.
That the quiet guy who at times act as the bridge in a courtship (that is yet to bloom, but already has the makings of a disaster) often ends up with the girl in target.
Why? Because individuals are drawn to the needy, the helpless, the seemingly harmless, hapless creature (who would rather be perpetually veiled in the cloud of angst and worries, becoming the emotional vampires that we should really be wary of…unless the ‘torpe’ guy shakes off his constant neediness and grow eggs for a change, but then that’s me) that is the torpe guy.
Why? Because Pinoys are an emotional lot, especially the women.
But Bo Sanchez has the answer, a most beautiful answer in his book How to Find Your One True Love…in a gist, he shared that finding that special someone meant exerting effort in doing so.
Unlike manna from heaven, “my guy” simply won’t fall from the sky.
We should not be looking for the one who’s our exact opposite, because the fleeting fanciness of finding something we do not have in us might cost a heartbreak that knows an unnamed hurt and throbs beyond what is painful.
So, will I fall for a torpe guy? Possible. Especially if it’s Michael Scoffield in line.
Hahahahaha
Nah, seriously?
Tulad nga ng palagi naming pinag-uusapan ni Mamushka, pagkatapos ng mga kanta at tula, kailangan mo ng makakasama, makakausap, makakatawanan at iintindihin ka lalong-lalo na ‘pag dumating ang puntong maski sarili mo ay ‘di mo na maintindihan.
Besides, we should know better, ayt, Chelot?
=)
Sure I’ve been one of those faithfuls who once made that pilgrimage to Dangwa – Manila’s flower mecca – to buy my mom her fave blooms (this year, I bought her a box of Quaker Oats granola bar, same saccharine dosage but half the calories), but this year’s spell of the V-Day surely had everyone frenzied, double time.
Costs of flowers skyrocketed to eye-popping figures. Premium seats to concerts were sold out. Hotels, motels and inns enjoyed brisk bookings and romantic movies surely kept the box office tills banging and ringing. Radio airwaves played a heavy traffic of tunes – ranging from the sentimental to bubblegum pop to achingly alternative. Heck, even the newspapers are thickly inked with everything that is Valentine’s…but I did enjoy that pull-out on love quotes and lines from the movie. Hehehehe
What can I say? I’m a romantic through and through.
I woke up to 15 SMS eager to be popped open and read, all containing greetings and love thoughts – whether it was an original composition or another forwarded snippet, I could only care less. The thing is a lot of people wanted to make me feel special and thought of on the day wherein the “uncoupled” (plain talk:SINGLEs) are either grossly ignored or simply pitied.
I swear, the mad rush (before and) during Valentine’s is starting to give me the creeps.
And it’s not envy, I’ve had my fair share of special V-Day episodes.
It’s just that I’ve noticed that the meaning of “valentine” has been grossly blighted and one’s barometer of “love” is reduced to envious shrills and thrills after receiving a flower bouquet or a box of sweets.
Personally, I think flowers are ultimately romantic…receiving them has always given me the shivers, almost ethereal. Chocolates or whatever sweets that comes with it are welcome bonuses. Both have been muted symbols of affection that is rampantly displayed especially on the love month of February.
Personally, I think, men should not only give flowers and chocolates to their loves during V-Day. Each time spent with their girl friends and important female figures in their lives should be V-Day. Women, I think, should not limit their partner’s affection to perfumed blooms, cute teddies or sweets, maybe it’s high time to acknowledge the small things that guys do but frequently overlooked.
But then, that’s just me.
***000***
It has been said that love transcends all; that the abstraction of this powerful emotion knows no time and is bordered by no boundaries; that love even challenges what is unconventional; that love, which rests in a lover’s heart has a language of its own, and only heart understands it best; that love, for all of its brazen simplicity remains a mystery; that love conquers all.
While some might scoff at the seemingly string of mush, I beg no apologies. You have to agree, there is an undercurrent of truth streaming from it.
Fate? Destiny? Hmmm..it’s time to get up and stop smelling the roses.
Best to acknowledge that the pretty blooms have thorns that pricks the flesh and paves the way for a bloody bleeding.
Hahaha
I saw this item in one of the major dailies on Heart’s Day itself.
One study showed that a good percentage of the population believes in the adage love is blind.
True.
Another sidebar revealed that the torpe guys gets the girls.
True.
That the quiet guy who at times act as the bridge in a courtship (that is yet to bloom, but already has the makings of a disaster) often ends up with the girl in target.
Why? Because individuals are drawn to the needy, the helpless, the seemingly harmless, hapless creature (who would rather be perpetually veiled in the cloud of angst and worries, becoming the emotional vampires that we should really be wary of…unless the ‘torpe’ guy shakes off his constant neediness and grow eggs for a change, but then that’s me) that is the torpe guy.
Why? Because Pinoys are an emotional lot, especially the women.
But Bo Sanchez has the answer, a most beautiful answer in his book How to Find Your One True Love…in a gist, he shared that finding that special someone meant exerting effort in doing so.
Unlike manna from heaven, “my guy” simply won’t fall from the sky.
We should not be looking for the one who’s our exact opposite, because the fleeting fanciness of finding something we do not have in us might cost a heartbreak that knows an unnamed hurt and throbs beyond what is painful.
So, will I fall for a torpe guy? Possible. Especially if it’s Michael Scoffield in line.
Hahahahaha
Nah, seriously?
Tulad nga ng palagi naming pinag-uusapan ni Mamushka, pagkatapos ng mga kanta at tula, kailangan mo ng makakasama, makakausap, makakatawanan at iintindihin ka lalong-lalo na ‘pag dumating ang puntong maski sarili mo ay ‘di mo na maintindihan.
Besides, we should know better, ayt, Chelot?
=)
Thursday, February 01, 2007
sandalan.
Kanina pa kitang pinagmamasdan
Mukha mo’y di maipinta
Malungkot ka na naman
Kanina pa kitang inaalok nang
Kuwentuhang masaya
Parang sa’yo’y balewala
Sandali nga
Teka lang
May nakalimutan ka
Di ba’t pwede mo akong iyakan
Sige lang
Sandali ka na
At wag mong pipigilan
Iiyak mo na ang lahat sa langit
Iiyak mo lang ang lahat sa akin
Andito lang ako naghihintay
Lagi mong tatandaan
Di ka naman nag-iisa
Andito lang ako makikinig sayo
Sa buong magdamag
Sa’kin di ka balewala
Sige lang
Sige lang
sige lang
Mukha mo’y di maipinta
Malungkot ka na naman
Kanina pa kitang inaalok nang
Kuwentuhang masaya
Parang sa’yo’y balewala
Sandali nga
Teka lang
May nakalimutan ka
Di ba’t pwede mo akong iyakan
Sige lang
Sandali ka na
At wag mong pipigilan
Iiyak mo na ang lahat sa langit
Iiyak mo lang ang lahat sa akin
Andito lang ako naghihintay
Lagi mong tatandaan
Di ka naman nag-iisa
Andito lang ako makikinig sayo
Sa buong magdamag
Sa’kin di ka balewala
Sige lang
Sige lang
sige lang
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