Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Miss na kita
Kislap ng gabi’y nabalot ng kadiliman
Kung mata ng puso’y pilit na tatakpan
Habang ika’y iniisip, umaapaw ang kasiyahan
Wari’y ang iyong ngiti, aking nasulyapan
Ang puso nananabik sa haplos ng salita mong masarap
Katawan ay nangungulila sa mainit mong yakap
Ilang araw, ilang linggo, kailan ang susunod na sulyap?
Sa iyo, O anghel na bumaba mula sa alapaap
Sa aking paglalakbay patungong tahanan
Ikaw ay laging naririto sa aking isipan
Ang iyong ngiti, ang iyong labi, kahit ang iyong katatawanan
Malamang sa mais mong biro, kailanma’y di pagsasawaan
Sa iyong pag-iisa, ako’y iyong alalahanin
Sana ako nasa tabi mo upang ikaw ay makapiling
Pulo, dagat, kahit ilang milya pa ang layo ng pagitan natin
Sa pagnanais na makasama ka, dagat ay sisisirin, langit ay liliparin, lupa ma’y tatakbuhin
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Who turned my whole world upside down which I tried so hard to set
The way we met may not have been ideal, but yes I am still glad
Coz I am able to meet someone as awesome as this lad
In a spark, my heart felt comfortable, I really don't know why
Though the first time that our eyes have met, I admit that I was shy
He has a cool sense of fashion, with pretty colored plains and strokes
He makes things seem less complicated with his not-so-corny jokes
He treats me as his younger brother, for me it's something new
I've always wanted a kuya, who'd sincerely care for you
But then it started changing, my heart would then beat so fast
Up to the point that my heart pulls me, from the pictures of my past
I never thought that this will happen, I'm sure I never did
For me to treat him as more than a friend, I fear to where it'll lead
Yes I admit I started to like him, perhaps from the very start
That even just for one whole day, I don't want us to be far apart
We'd talk within few minutes to hours in just one day
I'm overflowing with happiness, with this to God I pray
That he'll be safe as always, joyful as can be
For him to follow his heart's desires, so that he will feel free
In spite of all these feelings, his happiness matters most
I'll support him in his very best, as well as in his worst
I'll listen to his stories, his own love stories for a while
and though it slightly pains my heart, I'll listen with a smile
I hope that nothing changes, after this simple poem is told
He'll always be my kuya, my bestfriend, I shall forever hold
I gathered all my courage, just to say my feelings true
and let me say this personally, that beloved friend is YOU
---- My Love Confession
12 Hours
When you’re wide awake under the sunshine bright,
I’m off to bed, huggging my pillow tight
When I close my eyes, you open yours
And I’ll dream of you tonight, of course
They say love and distance don’t really match
But it will, if someone like you means so much
And even though the two of us are hours apart,
You’ll always be inside my heart
(An affection long forgotten)
I’m off to bed, huggging my pillow tight
When I close my eyes, you open yours
And I’ll dream of you tonight, of course
They say love and distance don’t really match
But it will, if someone like you means so much
And even though the two of us are hours apart,
You’ll always be inside my heart
(An affection long forgotten)
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Learning LOVE
Before, I usually get annoyed knowing that almost all songs played in the radio are love songs. Love is perhaps the most overrated topic of all. From songs to poems, and even t-shirt designs, there's the word LOVE. I actually got a WTF face after seeing that my professor, while teaching pain management in critical care nursing suddenly correlated love in the topic. What is wrong with everyone? Is love everything in this world already? I don't understand. Well, I didn't.
They say that experience is the best teacher of all. I definitely agree. There are some things that vicarious learning alone will not teach you. And it's the best things in life that only first-hand experience will be able to teach you. I may sound cheesy but the word that I always argue about is one of those things that experience teaches best. LOVE.
It is when you start loving that all love songs makes sense.
It is when you start loving when poetic lines of pink and red spontaneously leave your lips.
It is when you start loving when you suddenly want to wear t-shirts bearing love quotes or even couple shirts.
It is when you start loving when you try to incorporate love in every subject in class.
It is when you start loving when you finally understand what it is.
and it is when I started loving that I suddenly felt free.
I think I sounded cheesy enough. Love can make you do a lot of things you can never imagine... that includes spending just to send a handwritten letter to someone 974.16 kilometers away from you. But nahhh, let's not talk about the details. What's important is the gist of this entry... love.
Maybe my former self will slap me in the face telling me I shouldn't be posting this erroneous blog entry (much more love someone I shouldn't be in loved with. *laugh*). Before, I disliked using the word for it sounds so cheap. But just in this short post, I used it 21 times. Well, what can I say, I'm in love... my former self wasn't. That makes the difference.
They say that experience is the best teacher of all. I definitely agree. There are some things that vicarious learning alone will not teach you. And it's the best things in life that only first-hand experience will be able to teach you. I may sound cheesy but the word that I always argue about is one of those things that experience teaches best. LOVE.
It is when you start loving that all love songs makes sense.
It is when you start loving when poetic lines of pink and red spontaneously leave your lips.
It is when you start loving when you suddenly want to wear t-shirts bearing love quotes or even couple shirts.
It is when you start loving when you try to incorporate love in every subject in class.
It is when you start loving when you finally understand what it is.
and it is when I started loving that I suddenly felt free.
I think I sounded cheesy enough. Love can make you do a lot of things you can never imagine... that includes spending just to send a handwritten letter to someone 974.16 kilometers away from you. But nahhh, let's not talk about the details. What's important is the gist of this entry... love.
Maybe my former self will slap me in the face telling me I shouldn't be posting this erroneous blog entry (much more love someone I shouldn't be in loved with. *laugh*). Before, I disliked using the word for it sounds so cheap. But just in this short post, I used it 21 times. Well, what can I say, I'm in love... my former self wasn't. That makes the difference.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sipon
Sipon. Kaya ka nagkakasipon ay dahil nag-o-over secrete ng mucus ang nasal cavity because of viral infection or irritation (I hope my guess is correct. Haha). Based on experience, mahirap ang may sipon because it's harder to breathe, to smell, to taste and to speak. Maluha-luha ka pa pag may sipon ka.
Ang sipon, parang taong mahal mo pero hindi ka niya mahal, or hindi feasible ang relationship. Huwag mo nang pilitin. Pag pinilit mo, It's harder to execute pulmonary ventilation. In other words, mahirap huminga.. Isa pa, It's harder to smell and taste. Pag walang amoy at lasa ang pagkain, mahirap tanggapin, mahirap lunukin, walang excitement. Third, It's harder to speak. Hindi mo masabi ang gusto mong sabihin. Lastly and most visible, Maluha-luha ka. Alam ko, pinilit ko lang iconnect ang lahat ng 'to in line with the upcoming Valentines day (ang layo pa. haha), but it makes sense diba? Ngunit pag pinagsama-sama ang lahat ng ito, isa lang ang point nito: ANG TAONG MAHAL MO NGUNIT HINDI KA MAHAL AY ISANG MALAKING SIPON!
E bakit hindi na lang isinga diba? Yeah, those people that I call smart are the ones that blow their noses to get rid of the bad stuff. Pag nahihirapan ka na, e di isinga mo na lang. Pero merong ilang tao na pinipigilan ang pagbahing, at ang ginagawa na lang ay sinisinghot ang sipon upang hindi tumulo. But in the end, ang mga matatalinong tao ay naiiwang may over-drenched na panyo at mala-Rudolph na ilong dahil sa walang kakuntentuhan... At ang iilang mapilit ay nakukuntento na lang sa pasinghot singhot, tinatanggap ang katotohanan at di kalaunan ay gumagaling.
"Sisinghutin kita, ngayon, bukas at magpakailanman..."
Ang sipon, parang taong mahal mo pero hindi ka niya mahal, or hindi feasible ang relationship. Huwag mo nang pilitin. Pag pinilit mo, It's harder to execute pulmonary ventilation. In other words, mahirap huminga.. Isa pa, It's harder to smell and taste. Pag walang amoy at lasa ang pagkain, mahirap tanggapin, mahirap lunukin, walang excitement. Third, It's harder to speak. Hindi mo masabi ang gusto mong sabihin. Lastly and most visible, Maluha-luha ka. Alam ko, pinilit ko lang iconnect ang lahat ng 'to in line with the upcoming Valentines day (ang layo pa. haha), but it makes sense diba? Ngunit pag pinagsama-sama ang lahat ng ito, isa lang ang point nito: ANG TAONG MAHAL MO NGUNIT HINDI KA MAHAL AY ISANG MALAKING SIPON!
E bakit hindi na lang isinga diba? Yeah, those people that I call smart are the ones that blow their noses to get rid of the bad stuff. Pag nahihirapan ka na, e di isinga mo na lang. Pero merong ilang tao na pinipigilan ang pagbahing, at ang ginagawa na lang ay sinisinghot ang sipon upang hindi tumulo. But in the end, ang mga matatalinong tao ay naiiwang may over-drenched na panyo at mala-Rudolph na ilong dahil sa walang kakuntentuhan... At ang iilang mapilit ay nakukuntento na lang sa pasinghot singhot, tinatanggap ang katotohanan at di kalaunan ay gumagaling.
"Sisinghutin kita, ngayon, bukas at magpakailanman..."
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