Yesterday: “I’ve a huge problem and the last thing I would do is to ask God to help me out.”
Today: “I had a huge problem, and if I hadn’t prayed hard enough, I would never have gotten out of it.”
Stupidity can be battled by prayers. He listens, all we have to do is talk.
Love is probably the most talked-about and/or blogged-about emotion in the world. “It’s the idea of love, it’s mysterious. You can’t just say you’re in love,” a friend said. True, you can’t just run around saying I love you and actually mean it. That’s how powerful those words are. That’s the most shitty thing about them, too.
Most people who say I love you to someone they’ve been dating or hanging out with are suddenly cuffed with the notion of love-me-so-respect-and-trust-me-and-make-me-feel-special kind of relationship. They hold on to the words they uttered and pray to the highest force that the recipients of their precious words would throw the same words back. Unfortunately, not everyone gets an I love you too. Most of the time, this results to hating the very idea of love.
“Minahal ko siya, pero pinagmukha niya lang akong tanga.” (“I loved him/her, but s/he just made me look stupid.”)
Cupid may have sent the wrong guy for a girl, or vv, but maybe, people are just overly excited about having someone to call their partner, to spend weekends with, or to share ice cream sundaes with. Thing is, there’s no point in hating love. I should know. I used to blame Cupid or Eros or Aphrodite, whoever/whatever. I was hurt, and I didn’t—and wouldn’t—plan on blaming myself.
Send the arrow back, throw in the bow if you must
V-day, the worldwide celebration of mushy wuzzy love, is just five days away. People whose hearts are broken would probably find comfort in booze, stay at home, or sleep throughout the day. Whatever they do, the whole world might forget about them for 24 hours.
Then again, love’s not all butterflies and rainbows. Thus, to those who are hurt, go ahead and chant Fuck Love on V-day all you want. It’s all cool. I could guarantee, love wouldn’t cuss you back.
Life is the sum of the memories of yesterday, smiles of today, and breath-away’s of tomorrow.
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It feels good to disappear, especially if the reason is because you’re taking a huge leap.
“Di n’yo malulusutan ang bulilyasong ginawa n’yo. Para n’yo na ring inagaw ang isinusubong kanin ng isang batang nagugutom.” – Conrado de Quiros on PGMA’s million-peso dinner
I was backreading de Quiros’ columns via Philippine Daily Inquirer’s website when I came across these lines. It seems as if somebody spoke for me. Or write, for this matter.
De Quiros was referring to the issue surrounding PGMA’s “golden” dinner at Le Cirque New York, but I had a different scenario in mind. It was one which also involves manipulation, stupidity, and lack of concern for others, but it was something that directly affected me, something I easily hated to the core.
People who are superior in the political, corporate, and/or social ladder sometimes get too blinded, forgetting that they have responsibilities to fulfill—responsibilities that should never include ripping off others’ rights. Having power over a person does not entitle you to belittle that person.
Shit happens, true. Because of Her Excellency and this crappy system I am unfortunately part of, I questioned Life. I asked why shitty things happen to those who thrive for success, and why powerful people allow these to happen to their direct inferiors.
And so I say:
We are people who breathe the same polluted air and live under the same sun. We deserve equal respect for that fact alone.
who i am is not based on learnings and words. i am who i think of myself as i am, at that precise moment that i think about who i am.
