Love is not a feeling, it is not emotion. Joy is an emotion entailed by love, whereas  the butterflies in our stomach is a feeling, but that is not love, it is part of the biological experiences that occur whenever we get nervous. 

Love is not infatuation, for infatuation is shallow, and it is not based on anything solid. Infatuation lingers, but dies out because of time, because of reasons expelled by the physical world. But love is not like that – rather, love is a result of a complex series of events that happens over a long period of time. It can be said that love is not present in the beginning of a relationship, because love is built up, block by block.

Some say love is eternal, and some say otherwise. I think that love is not eternal, but it is made so because of the commitment one shares with another. The commitment makes you stay together because you have to, but you can choose not to, and leave. But, eventually, love will make you stay because you want to.

Love isn’t what the commercialized movies say it is – it is far deeper and profound than anything that will be caught on film. When it is genuine, you can sense it from a mile away. 

Love isn’t about how much you give. It is about giving, and not expecting anything in return. It is being grateful that you were able to share, even though you did not get anything back. In some way, love is sacrifice.

I think that love is not about feeling good – because the real lovers are the ones who experience pain. I’m not saying that pain is love, I am pointing out that love also entails pain, especially when it is true and pure.

Love does not destroy. On the other hand, it nurtures and brings to life.

And ‘ere is love, according to the Holy Bible.

1 Cor 13:1-13

“I may be able to speak the languages of human beings and ven of angels, but if I have no love, my speech is no more than a noisy gong or a clanging bell. I may have the gift of inspired preaching, I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets; I may have all the faith needed to move mountains – but if I have no love, I am nothing. I may give away everything I have, and even give up my body ot be burned – but if I have no love, this does me no good.

Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail.

Love is eternal. There are inspired messages, but they are temporary; these are gifts of speaking in strange tongues, but they will cease; there is knowledge, but it will pass. For our gifts of knowledge and of inspired messages are only partial; but then what is perfect comes, then what is partial will disappear.”

Oh, and I hate the way he catches me looking at him. And vice versa. It’s like we’re both engaging in a staring contest. And we both wouldn’t quit looking unless there’s something that’ll really catch our attention.

You’d always call me whenever you see me not listening to your babbling. Why? You don’t really say anything that I want to hear, so, why listen? And I think that you shouldn’t even care if I didn’t listen. It’s be my fault and mine alone if I failed to understand you.

In person, you’re really professional. Elsewhere, you’re very..is “friendly” the correct term? It’s like you’re more conniving and traitorous than that. 
You’ll smile one moment then frown the next.
And another thing. I don’t really know what you are to me, either.

Frankly, as a daughter of the Philippine Islands, I am gravely insulted by this statement. I feel that the article concerning this message was not written by a mind who was unclouded by greed. Greed, because, there would be no other reason for it. Perhaps, the penholder was envious? But, who would be jealous of a nation of domestic helpers, one of corrupt government officials commanding ignorants in disarray? Perhaps we are a nation of such people, but we are a nation with people who are faithful and humble, who serve not their domineering masters but their own hearts that beat for their families who have no food on their tables. We are a people who suffer for the ones we love, working endlessly and neglecting even our own necessities just to give our families what they need.

As a whole nation, the Filipinos do not count as much when compared to others. But if you look into each and every one of our souls, you’d see hearts overwhelming with love. You’d probably pity even yourself for not being able to comprehend the sacrifice that each person from this forsaken country endures.

Cleaning toilets, babysitting, and driving cars may not be much, but these are jobs that the Filipino is willing to do for the good of his or her family. The majority of our people do not receive six-figure salaries, but what we do is honorable, what most of our professions are based on what’s fair and just. 

If the case of the Spratlys will be fought on grounds of military power, or of racial superiority, then the Filipinos will have little to combat with. But think of this: insults and discrimination have won nothing. And it will continue to be that way till kingdom come.  

We are servants, servants of God and nobody and nothing else.

I have to sleep but I don’t want to. I have to quit blogging but I don’t need to.

I have to study Math but I should have done that ages ago.

I have to quit liking you, but I still do.

Guten nicht, arriverderci, la amores. Je t’aime.

You can’t force love. You can’t make it go back, or make it go away. The only thing you can do is to act upon it. 

When you’ve set our heart on something, you can’t ever make it leave your mind. 

People do not stay the same. 

Love isn’t finding what you want, it’s finding what you need.

Love really does not know any bounds. Andbody can fall for anyone. It’s all just a matter of letting yourself go.

We can’t have everything all at once.

A little comedy and suspense should be present in a person’s life.

Love always finds a way. 

People do anything they can in their power (or others’) to get what they want.

Three Smiles of a Summer Night,  the film by my favorite, acclaimed director Ingmar Bergman tells a story of love, deceit, undecisiveness, revenge and manipulation. But all’s well that ends well. They all live happily ever after – eventually.

..nope, it don’t work, dudes, help? >:”||

So my butt’s already going numb from sitting here and trying to deduce the thing/person that’s missing. And I’ve been awake for 12 hours already, and I won’t sleep because I have to study for my Psych exam. I know that I shouldn’t be blogging – but this is so that I could concentrate on the other more important things. The things that are really worth wondering about. Things like parenting styles, neonatal development, etc….

I just don’t want to sigh anymore, that’s why. 

Babe, I already miss you.

Sweetheart, I, already miss you.

And you’ve only just walked out the door.

- Not sleeping did not affect me in any way whatsoever.

- Hiked at around 11:30 in the morning to 2:30 in the afternoon, with my jacket’s hoodie covering my head. Too lazy to use umbrella. Feet almost dried up from the hot sand. 

- Drinking gave me hell. Consuming alcohol, which was a diuretic, gave me no choice but to relieve myself in the wet and wild wilderness. It wasn’t any fun to not absorb anything the profs were saying because I had to give my full attention to concentrate to not pee. And so there. Do not drink on hiking trips, ok?

-____ was so sexy.

- Ate Hamdesal and a Cinnamon swirl for lunch and downed a Java Chip VENTI, another diuretic. BEFORE the 30 minute 3+ mile hike. ||

-Went to the beach in La Luz resort to take pictures and wash our tired feet, with free exfoliation courtesy of the coarse grained Batangas sand.

- Watched “The Day the World Stood Still (Reeves) and If Only (Love-Hewitt). The latter made me tear up.

-Got extremely jealous, for no APPARENT reason. O rly?

-Stopover#2 SLEX. Got Beef Jerky and an iced tea. Took 3 bites off of it and decided to give it to Ange. Drank hot choco, signature of course. Bought Mum her favorite cinnamon swirl (again. I ate the first one for lunch.)

- Loved the homeward bound bonding with blockmates. Slept till Quirino Ave.

-Enjoyed everything. Will miss Mach 14, 2009. Forever.