Things I like about you.
I like it when you call me yours.
I like it even more when you tell me you’re mine.
I like it when you do that gangsta talkin.
I like it when you post up that funny attitude.
I like it when you become so cute.
I like it when you go angry and have that nose all fucked up.
I like it when you’re “naasar” with things because you end up being cute again.
I like it when you pout though you rarely do it now.
I like it whenever you fix yourself and give me a difficult time to take your attention.
I like it whenever you’d reminisce over our past.
I like it when you hold my hand as we walk to wherever.
I like it when you look me straight in the eye with your contacts.
I like it even more when you don’t have them on, it’s like im looking into you.
I like it when you go “tigang” and have a hard time controlling it.
I like your baby voice, you seem so cute.
I like it when you smile at me, coz you take my heart away.
I like it when you laugh at my jokes, it makes me feel accepted.
I like it when you make me so angry, I feel alive.
I like it when I hear you cry, it makes me feel that you feel for me.
I like it when you give me that look, that look that says “Im thankful that you’re mine”
I like it when you hug me tight, it makes me that you’re even more thankful that im yours.
I like it when you give me that warm kiss, It makes me feel that everything is so real.
I like it when I am down, coz you are always there to lift me up.
I like it when I am at your feet, because of all people i have given myself to, you showed most appreciation.
I like it when I think of us, coz I know i have something to keep forever.
I like the fact that I have you, because God knows how much I wanted you.
I like the fact that you love me, because I love you too.
I like you, I just dont like you, I love you.
I like you because I can call you mine.
I like you because I am yours.
I like you because you are my gravity.
I like you because you are my cain.
I like you because you have me.
I like you because you are the only one for me.
I like you because I am the one for you.
I like you because its us forever.
I like you, because I can love you without having to find any reason why I do.
I like you, because… just because I do.
I love you…
At Fault.
When everything is so crucial
that points start to matter
and arguments become knives
and issues cause disasters
what is there to do?
When things are forced
that they become pointless
and perspectives take no form
but a blurred bird’s-eye view
what is there to do?
When sighs of dissapointment
signal discontentment
and when these signals soar the skies
of never ending sighs
i ask you
will they reach it or die?
Now thickened is the moisture
intensified is the heat
heart beats going faster and louder
making you hear every single beat
like running feet
but yet sound so deep
seems like their shallow
but oops. yes its deep.
is it worth to argue?
And of grudges and pains
their wounds go deeper
as their hearts shut up
their lips say… “I’m fed up.”
and vibration travels
sounds hit the ear
goes straight to the heart
and then causes a tear
where will you go from here?
So just take the fault
it’ll save the riot
fuck the drama
this aint no soap-opera
-To self, from self
One Flaw in Women (taken from the internet)
One Flaw in Women
By the time the Lord made woman, he was into His sixth day of working overtime. An angel appeared and said, “Why are you spending so much time on this one?”
And the Lord answered, “Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable, and able to run on diet Coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart—and she will do everything with only two hands.”
The angel was astounded at the requirements. “Only two hands! No way! And that’s just on the standard model? That’s too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.”
“But I won’t,” the Lord protested. “I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18-hour days.”
The angel moved closer and touched the woman. “But you have made her so soft, Lord.” “She is soft,” the Lord agreed, “but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.”
“Will she be able to think?” asked the angel.
The Lord replied, “Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate.”
The angel then noticed something, and, reaching out, touched the woman’s cheek. “Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.”
“That’s not a leak,” the Lord corrected, “that’s a tear!”
“What’s the tear for?” the angel asked.
“The Lord said, ’The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride.”
“The angel was impressed. “You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing.”
And she is! Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships, and they carry burdens; but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice. They don’t take no for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so that their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They’ll drive, fly, walk, run, or e-mail you this to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideals. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
However, if there is one flaw in women, it is that they forget their worth.
Lovers for Friends, Friends for Lovers
Could there be love after friendship and friendship after love?
When they say love is friendship set on fire
Did they mean it so literally?
I hate discussing about very cliched ideas
Friendship. What is friendship?
is it something that the other party wants to value so much?
that it is the cause why they do not want to take the risk.
or is it something that they use as a very lame alibi not to take the risk.
So is there love after friendship and friendship after love?
Love. What is love?
Love is a many splendored thing
Love is life
Love is blind
Love is something unexplainable
Love is …. What is? love.
Some say, love is taking friendship into a higher level.
that love is mutual
For me. Love is bliss.
Love takes us to places we’ve never been before
Love gets us hurt
Love gives us pain
but
Love makes us happy
Love makes us a person
Love is what i would want to call bliss
So is there friendship after love and love after friendship?
Wolves
“We are a pack of wolves, we are the sly and the cunning.”
Yes, we are wolves.
we live as a pack
we are more than family
we are humble of our strength
we are discreet of our identities
we need not show our fire
we take silence as our stand
we will leave no one behind
or have all of us behind
for we walk side by side
when a wolf dives in. the pack dives in.
if someone has to die. then they must die.
our enemies do not get the point
that there may be strength in numbers
but we will not flee
if someone must die, he must be killed
if its us who must die
we’ll start digging their graves, beside ours.
“We will stay as a pack, in perpetuity”
having to lose your dignity.
is this your measure of a good relationship?
is this a major factor in staying in a relationship?
is it something that you felt which made you take your flight?
this doesn’t relate to what we used to call “love”
The taste of cold comfort
have you ever experienced being hurt?
and for getting hurt.
you seek comfort.
you seek someone to talk to.
you seek advice.
but have you ever tasted cold comfort?
a comfort that only lasts.
until the high is gone.
a temporary aid.
a non-permanent relief.
it also hurts.
for the fact.
that it cannot last.
its double-edged thats what they say.
but for the person who got hurt.
it is the only thing.
that can make him forget.
leave.
erase.
all the memories.
“the good stuff”
the romance.
the feeling.
the smiles.
the tears.
and their worth.
“God” is a three letter word
“what’s the use believing? hiding? trusting?
in something which is so abstract.
created in the corners of our head?”
everyone who thinks has questions.
questions like what? when? where? who? how? why?
questions that make us search for answers
but.
what is “God”?
where is “God”?
who is “God”?
are the questions that really need to be answered.
does “God” really exist?
is “God” created by our imagination?
does the idea of “God” exist only to keep everything rational or non-chaotic.
I am not like any christian fanatic, christian hypocrite, christian commoner, catholic bitch or any religion.
But yes, I still believe.
or rather.
I have my own belief.
In my view.
“God” is a helpful conscience.
it is an idea that makes us act morally correct.
or makes us follow the rules of society.
or something utilitiarian.
There is no harm in saying that there is no “God” or that there is a “God”
We can never say, unless we try to dig deep in our ever imaginative heads.
Yes, I have a “God”
or my own idea of “God”
But i do not rely on “God”
i rely on myself.
based on experience.
being dependent on “God” or the idea of “God”
gives us nothing.
Hear me, I have experienced it.
“I prayed so much. that I and the one I love. won’t have to leave each other’s side.
after all those prayers, nothing happened. she left me. during the storm.”
people may say that “God” has a reason for everything.
but why did “God” make me lose everything.
—”everything” – for that current moment—
didn’t their “God” hear my prayers?
was their “God” sitting there playing an Xbox 360 while watching everything fall apart?
“Nothing is pre-destined”
we should not watch everything happen without being part of it.
we should not let the idea of “God” make us lose this race.
as believers would say or i guess even the bible, “we are created in the image and likeness of God”
then “God” has a negative side.
they can’t say that because we do negative shit.
we are not created in “God’s” image and likeness.
what if “God” really had a negative side?
then those fucking fanatics should try to understand what we have to say.
I dont hate “God”
I just hate people who are too dependent on the idea of what is so abstract.
Religion only makes us fall apart.
We may seem united.
But only in their so called “spiritual gatherings”
but individually, if we rely on “God” we will never be able to catch up
to recover.
to discover.
to know.
what life is really about.
This blog post.
is not to invite people to become a non-believer, an aethist, an anti-God, an anti-Christ.
but to invite people to be skeptic.
the title itself may sound “negative” but it is not.
it is not saying that there is no “God” or that there is a “God”
there are some “people” who will never get the meaning of the title or even the blog post.
so i will give it myself, for them not to waste any effort in trying to find out what this is about.
“God” is a three letter word.
it is simply trying to give “God” or the idea of “God” a definition.
for those who are offended by this blog-post.
i will never be sorry.
for they should try to understand.
or they should learn to understand.
other’s points of view.
“there is no learning if there is no clashing of ideas.”
“if there is no clashing of ideas. there will never be a fusion of horizon. “
