No Need to Rush
Love is always in the air
It is in the smell of green grass wet under the rain
The light of the sun rays on dews slowly
dripping down flowers’ petals with colors
of the rainbow that just started to peek
behind a pair of fluffy sheep
painted on a cerulean heaven.
To rush is to miss
the kiss
the warm snuggle
of the sun’s arms at dawn
and it’s farewell wave at dusk
Love, there is no need to rush
2:10 am 15/08/2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
An Argument (on you being into me)
Indeed the guy is not into me if I will base my judgment on the rules set by the popular piece of read called, “He’s Just Not into You”. However, if I will refer to my stock knowledge of your personality, I can’t help but admit that I am getting caught into the web. Bias due to attraction plus the oddity of your actions juxtaposed with your very arrogant and dismissive personality, I can find no other conclusion. You are into me, yet somehow you won’t admit it.
As this will start a formal debate in my head as well as to my readers I will lay down two sides as provision of objectivity. Apologies in advance if balance will still be vague despite the efforts. I am only human.
1. You find me
In this context, finding would mean looking for me whenever I am out of town or we have not been communicating for a year or two. This would mean as well, you seeking and surprisingly still knowing my number despite the number of years that have passed, the fact that I have not been communicating with you through those same digits, and you changing your mobile number along with your phone. Unless you keep people’s contacts written on a phonebook or on a scratch paper posted on your wall, I can only surmise that you have an excellent memory, which as far as I know is something you don’t have.
Given this action which totally contradicts your personality, as you are too lazy to even remember the time we will meet for our “short trip to the mall” as you termed it, I can only conclude that you keep my number somehow.
However, I may just be assuming as there is a possibility that you have asked for my number from our common friends when you desired to communicate with me again after a long time. There is the possibility that you have even gotten it from my cousin, who lives in the subdivision close to where yours is. I may just be deluding myself.
While this is a possibility, I have gone as far as to ask the common friends, as well as my cousin, and they told me that they never gave you my number, nor did you ask for it. Therefore, my conclusion is valid and my argument is flawless.
2. You base your attendance on my attendance
This may be a bit vague, but I find that whenever our group, the so-called tropa, is about to go out and drink you always ask whether I am coming or not. More than three times did it happen that whenever it is neither me nor you who invites the group for a drink, that question is the very first one you ask the group member who invited. This in turn makes me question why I have to be there. First of all, you love liquor and you go anywhere for it (well, most of the time). Second, I presume it won’t matter especially if the person who invited was a guy. And third, our friendship with each other is something, I supposed, to be of equal degree as your friendship with the person who invited. Therefore, you can actually attend the celebration even without me, unless of course, if it is me you want to see and not the party nor the drinks. This is the only logical explanation I can provide.
Now this may just be misleading and the fact is that you enjoy my company more than you enjoy theirs, or you just like the idea of having girls around for you to boast your guitar skills and your humor. This does not point to you having feelings for me. It points that you are one conceited dude and I am a very good friend who can stand you.
As it happened many times, however, there are other girls in most of the celebration. You can display your guitar prowess to them and make them laugh as much as you make me laugh, yet you have to know. You need to be informed if “I” will be there, what time “I” will be arriving, if I am not yet there, and what time “I” will be leaving, if you will be coming late. If the answers to these are “no” and “I am not sure”, you never appear.
This action of basing your decision on mine connotes my significance in your life, at some point. It also foretells of my influence, which I believe is too strong if I am a mere friend in your eyes. This only strengthens the argument that we are actually gravitating towards each other.
3. You feel guilty when you did me wrong
You are too arrogant to say sorry. Even a thank you is very difficult to squeeze out of you, but once you did me wrong you are quick to say sorry and explain why you did what you did. At some point you even try to make up for your mistake. Acting out of character, especially this way, is not making me feel that I am just one of those women you know.
I recognize that this may just be because you do not wish to trample our friendship with your tremendous pride. You say you are sorry because you do not wish me to hate you and completely turn my back on our friendship. Moreover, I may just be blinkered by emotions when it comes to your actions and the words that come with them.
This may be true, but the fact is that you do not say sorry when you do our other friends wrong. When you fail to fulfill your promise to them, you simply shrug it off like nothing happened. With this, I can say that every sorry escaping your lips to me, stems from your anxiety of me hating you; and this anxiety’s rooted to a deep emotion you have for me, an emotion you cannot pinpoint just yet.
In reference to the guidelines set by society-deemed-as-speaking-facts book, I have nothing against the claim that I am but a delusional, over-assuming, and somehow over-confident admirer of yours. As a friend who knew you for quite a long time and unfortunately quote-unquote fell for you, however, I beg to disagree. Your actions, I just don’t know if you are aware of it, actually sends signals that may only be interpreted as the opposite of you not being into me. Therefore if the popular book is right, and you are just leading me on, pray you stop sending mixed signals as you are confusing my mind, making my heart suffer, and provoking me to revoke my lengthy friendship with you. On the other hand, if I am right, do try summing up all the courage to break past the “dude” barrier. I shall be awaiting you with open arms on the other side.
With this, I rest my case.
As this will start a formal debate in my head as well as to my readers I will lay down two sides as provision of objectivity. Apologies in advance if balance will still be vague despite the efforts. I am only human.
1. You find me
In this context, finding would mean looking for me whenever I am out of town or we have not been communicating for a year or two. This would mean as well, you seeking and surprisingly still knowing my number despite the number of years that have passed, the fact that I have not been communicating with you through those same digits, and you changing your mobile number along with your phone. Unless you keep people’s contacts written on a phonebook or on a scratch paper posted on your wall, I can only surmise that you have an excellent memory, which as far as I know is something you don’t have.
Given this action which totally contradicts your personality, as you are too lazy to even remember the time we will meet for our “short trip to the mall” as you termed it, I can only conclude that you keep my number somehow.
However, I may just be assuming as there is a possibility that you have asked for my number from our common friends when you desired to communicate with me again after a long time. There is the possibility that you have even gotten it from my cousin, who lives in the subdivision close to where yours is. I may just be deluding myself.
While this is a possibility, I have gone as far as to ask the common friends, as well as my cousin, and they told me that they never gave you my number, nor did you ask for it. Therefore, my conclusion is valid and my argument is flawless.
2. You base your attendance on my attendance
This may be a bit vague, but I find that whenever our group, the so-called tropa, is about to go out and drink you always ask whether I am coming or not. More than three times did it happen that whenever it is neither me nor you who invites the group for a drink, that question is the very first one you ask the group member who invited. This in turn makes me question why I have to be there. First of all, you love liquor and you go anywhere for it (well, most of the time). Second, I presume it won’t matter especially if the person who invited was a guy. And third, our friendship with each other is something, I supposed, to be of equal degree as your friendship with the person who invited. Therefore, you can actually attend the celebration even without me, unless of course, if it is me you want to see and not the party nor the drinks. This is the only logical explanation I can provide.
Now this may just be misleading and the fact is that you enjoy my company more than you enjoy theirs, or you just like the idea of having girls around for you to boast your guitar skills and your humor. This does not point to you having feelings for me. It points that you are one conceited dude and I am a very good friend who can stand you.
As it happened many times, however, there are other girls in most of the celebration. You can display your guitar prowess to them and make them laugh as much as you make me laugh, yet you have to know. You need to be informed if “I” will be there, what time “I” will be arriving, if I am not yet there, and what time “I” will be leaving, if you will be coming late. If the answers to these are “no” and “I am not sure”, you never appear.
This action of basing your decision on mine connotes my significance in your life, at some point. It also foretells of my influence, which I believe is too strong if I am a mere friend in your eyes. This only strengthens the argument that we are actually gravitating towards each other.
3. You feel guilty when you did me wrong
You are too arrogant to say sorry. Even a thank you is very difficult to squeeze out of you, but once you did me wrong you are quick to say sorry and explain why you did what you did. At some point you even try to make up for your mistake. Acting out of character, especially this way, is not making me feel that I am just one of those women you know.
I recognize that this may just be because you do not wish to trample our friendship with your tremendous pride. You say you are sorry because you do not wish me to hate you and completely turn my back on our friendship. Moreover, I may just be blinkered by emotions when it comes to your actions and the words that come with them.
This may be true, but the fact is that you do not say sorry when you do our other friends wrong. When you fail to fulfill your promise to them, you simply shrug it off like nothing happened. With this, I can say that every sorry escaping your lips to me, stems from your anxiety of me hating you; and this anxiety’s rooted to a deep emotion you have for me, an emotion you cannot pinpoint just yet.
In reference to the guidelines set by society-deemed-as-speaking-facts book, I have nothing against the claim that I am but a delusional, over-assuming, and somehow over-confident admirer of yours. As a friend who knew you for quite a long time and unfortunately quote-unquote fell for you, however, I beg to disagree. Your actions, I just don’t know if you are aware of it, actually sends signals that may only be interpreted as the opposite of you not being into me. Therefore if the popular book is right, and you are just leading me on, pray you stop sending mixed signals as you are confusing my mind, making my heart suffer, and provoking me to revoke my lengthy friendship with you. On the other hand, if I am right, do try summing up all the courage to break past the “dude” barrier. I shall be awaiting you with open arms on the other side.
With this, I rest my case.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Masabi Lang (Naiayos)
Hindi maipilit
ang nais na pilit
sa pusong pinid…
tuloy nananatiling
Piit…
-naiayos na berso
10:22
4 Agosto 2011
ang nais na pilit
sa pusong pinid…
tuloy nananatiling
Piit…
-naiayos na berso
10:22
4 Agosto 2011
Masabi Lang (Orihinal)
hindi namimilit
o nagpupumilit
maipilit
ang nais na pilit
ipinipilit
sa pusong ayaw mapilit
babae lang ako
-orihinal na berso
10:20
4 agosto 2011
o nagpupumilit
maipilit
ang nais na pilit
ipinipilit
sa pusong ayaw mapilit
babae lang ako
-orihinal na berso
10:20
4 agosto 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Girlfriend of the Town Mayor's Grandson
What do you know? You chat up an old friend in a party, he introduces you this guy and suddenly you are dating this new guy, who happened to be the “town mayor’s grandson”. True. It will feel like becoming rich and influential yourself. And what they say about being in love and seeing but a valley of beautiful everything may actually make sense to you. Until of course, storm clouds start to shadow the sun.
Ka-ching
First of all, he is well off. No contest. He can give you pretty much anything you ask for. You point it, he buys it. He can take you to most expensive restaurant in town and you don’t have to worry if you have enough in your wallet, because he will never split the tab. He can ask you to come over via a cab if he can’t pick you up and he will reimburse the fare twice as much. If you date a politician’s relative, say yes to his marriage proposal, you can be assured that you can sleep soundly at night. However, where does this seemingly endless wealth come from? Is the guy’s family equally rich before the relative became the town’s official? You better do a thorough background check before you jump into the bandwagon. You might be dating the world’s greatest plunderer, but you’re already blinded by what he can offer to see.
Mileage
Apart from money, the dude will have a car. Not just any car. It will be have a plate recognized by everyone in town. Even in the entire country. This car can go straight even when red is shining brightly up the stoplight post. His car will also be free of toll. You will certainly feel invincible in it. Or are you really? Note that the red plate is a dead giveaway of who you are riding with. It can easily tell a hired head where the target is and how to put him down. Unfortunately, your chance not to get involved is so minute you won’t care about it until you actually get gunned down. Too high of a price to pay just for a ride don’t you think?
Fame
Who doesn’t want to be famous? Even your mother once dreamed to be one of those stars idolized and almost revered by fans. If you’re one who is up for this, dating a politician grandson or any relative may be your best shot. Wherever this man of yours will go, you must tag along. Thus, you are introduced to people and later you will see your tiny circle of friends have grown out of proportion. Unfortunately, half of this circle, if not three-quarters of it, is not as true to you as the remaining quarter. It is your task to recognize who is trustworthy and not. It will be a lifelong commitment to determine who will be there even in sickness. It will never be easy, mostly painful.
Twisted as it may seem, dating a politician’s relative is not a bad prospect. After all, these people are… people. They eat, sleep, bleed, and love. If you happened to be the one for them, they will surely find ways to let you see nothing but the silver lining. Not bad right!?
Ka-ching
First of all, he is well off. No contest. He can give you pretty much anything you ask for. You point it, he buys it. He can take you to most expensive restaurant in town and you don’t have to worry if you have enough in your wallet, because he will never split the tab. He can ask you to come over via a cab if he can’t pick you up and he will reimburse the fare twice as much. If you date a politician’s relative, say yes to his marriage proposal, you can be assured that you can sleep soundly at night. However, where does this seemingly endless wealth come from? Is the guy’s family equally rich before the relative became the town’s official? You better do a thorough background check before you jump into the bandwagon. You might be dating the world’s greatest plunderer, but you’re already blinded by what he can offer to see.
Mileage
Apart from money, the dude will have a car. Not just any car. It will be have a plate recognized by everyone in town. Even in the entire country. This car can go straight even when red is shining brightly up the stoplight post. His car will also be free of toll. You will certainly feel invincible in it. Or are you really? Note that the red plate is a dead giveaway of who you are riding with. It can easily tell a hired head where the target is and how to put him down. Unfortunately, your chance not to get involved is so minute you won’t care about it until you actually get gunned down. Too high of a price to pay just for a ride don’t you think?
Fame
Who doesn’t want to be famous? Even your mother once dreamed to be one of those stars idolized and almost revered by fans. If you’re one who is up for this, dating a politician grandson or any relative may be your best shot. Wherever this man of yours will go, you must tag along. Thus, you are introduced to people and later you will see your tiny circle of friends have grown out of proportion. Unfortunately, half of this circle, if not three-quarters of it, is not as true to you as the remaining quarter. It is your task to recognize who is trustworthy and not. It will be a lifelong commitment to determine who will be there even in sickness. It will never be easy, mostly painful.
Twisted as it may seem, dating a politician’s relative is not a bad prospect. After all, these people are… people. They eat, sleep, bleed, and love. If you happened to be the one for them, they will surely find ways to let you see nothing but the silver lining. Not bad right!?
On Dating a Rock-star Who Actually is Into You
You nailed it. You got the guy every other girl dreams of. He is the guitar-god or the keyboardist whose fingers are too exquisite they hardly seem real. Then here comes girl-friends bursting your bubble with stories of how this type of guy left them hanging, went to a gig one night and never returned. Add this up with the violent reaction of your mother when she learns of what is transpiring between you and that tattooed guy who drives an old-school van. Inevitably, your smiles will be reduced to a bitter smirk. However, before you make a run for it, compare what other people says and what this guy does for you.
Apple of the Eye
Rock-stars may have been known to be quite the ladies’ (yes. Ladies) men, but they can still be monogamous. They are still human despite their inhuman talents. Just like you, they may just be waiting for that person whose heartbeat can drown out the music in their minds and drive them crazy. Think. If they choose the backstage, where you stand by waiting, over a crowd of screaming ladies in front of them onstage, isn’t that enough to show you how much you are the needle in the haystack he’s most willing to search for?
The Best Crafted
You know how these guys love their instruments so much, and they are known to sleep with them more often than they sleep with their lovers. But if they can let go of it the moment you enter the room, then you are assured that you are the deal. You are the one who fits in the space right between him and the instrument. Due to their egos inflated by a lifetime of praise, though, they may have a hard time telling you this. You just need to be extra sensitive. After all, you are dating an artist.
Louder than Life
Yes. Music is their life. They sleep and wake up to the sound of their music player. They cannot drive without music. They can’t wait for you without sounds plugged into their ears. And when they go the mall, there is no other shop there, but the music store. Thus, when they decrease the volume of their sound-trip just to listen to you that means something else. That may mean your voice rocks their world more than music can. Definitely, this is something to be happy about.
These things do not, however, give you the right to change the person. It only means that you are special to that certain point. It is your job now to show the world and make it understand that dating a rock-star is not always like dating the meanest guy in the world. It may actually be realization of a dream, or the happily ever after thing.
Apple of the Eye
Rock-stars may have been known to be quite the ladies’ (yes. Ladies) men, but they can still be monogamous. They are still human despite their inhuman talents. Just like you, they may just be waiting for that person whose heartbeat can drown out the music in their minds and drive them crazy. Think. If they choose the backstage, where you stand by waiting, over a crowd of screaming ladies in front of them onstage, isn’t that enough to show you how much you are the needle in the haystack he’s most willing to search for?
The Best Crafted
You know how these guys love their instruments so much, and they are known to sleep with them more often than they sleep with their lovers. But if they can let go of it the moment you enter the room, then you are assured that you are the deal. You are the one who fits in the space right between him and the instrument. Due to their egos inflated by a lifetime of praise, though, they may have a hard time telling you this. You just need to be extra sensitive. After all, you are dating an artist.
Louder than Life
Yes. Music is their life. They sleep and wake up to the sound of their music player. They cannot drive without music. They can’t wait for you without sounds plugged into their ears. And when they go the mall, there is no other shop there, but the music store. Thus, when they decrease the volume of their sound-trip just to listen to you that means something else. That may mean your voice rocks their world more than music can. Definitely, this is something to be happy about.
These things do not, however, give you the right to change the person. It only means that you are special to that certain point. It is your job now to show the world and make it understand that dating a rock-star is not always like dating the meanest guy in the world. It may actually be realization of a dream, or the happily ever after thing.
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