Pin It

Perhaps love is like a resting place

A shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort

It is there to keep you warm

And in those times of trouble

When you are most alone

The memory of love will bring you home


Perhaps love is like a window

Perhaps an open door

It invites you to come closer

It wants to show you more

And even if you lose yourself

And don’t know what to do

The memory of love will see you through


Oh, Love to some is like a cloud

To some as strong as steel

For some a way of living

For some a way to feel


And some say love is holding on

And some say letting go

And some say love is everything

And some say they don’t know


Perhaps love is like the ocean

Full of conflict, full of pain

Like a fire when it’s cold outside

Thunder when it rains

If I should live forever

And all my dreams come true

My memories of love will be with you
Digg!
Pin It

Wasn’t it just recently when I posted a blog about me never doing new year’s resolutions? Really when you get to my age it seems like time is very fleeting. A part of me just wants to hold onto particular moments of 2009 and wish there is Rewind button besides a Pause.


I think last year went by too fast and too intensely. Not all parts of it were fun, especially at work and some on my personal life. A few were actually quite distasteful and swear never to do again. But overall I think I learned from most of it, if not entertained me the least.


Since there is no other buttons in life but Play and Stop, its quite inevitable but to let it keep on rollin’. I can’t mostly choose the scenes that will unfold in the next three hundred sixty-one days but I could at least enjoy them. And have faith that things will turn out well for me.


Oh, and here’s to my third year in writing on this blog. So cheers, let’s make this a great year : )
Digg!
Pin It

I love...

... seeing your eyes light up with happiness whenever you see me;

... how you want to be with me so much that you started reading on how I can go to the US even if I told you my mom is working on that;

... when you called me up on your layover in Germany and spent twenty-two dollars just to talk to me for two minutes;

... spending hours just hanging with you and talking about anything;

... when we would plot about the chaplain;

... the respect you give me that you never asked for anything but willing accepted everything that I gave;

... hearing your southern accent even if you’re cussing;

... watching you sleep so peacefully;

... that you don’t take me for granted and you give to me as much as you receive;

... the heart warming memories we’re slowly building together;

... when you took the courage to have something I told you to get translated by Filipinos at your FOB,

... and asking them later on to translate something to Filipino what you wanted to say to me.


I love also...

... you being patient with me the night I drunk dialed you in Kuwait

... knowing that you are so happy with me its like you want to shout to the whole world how much I mean to you

... when you supported me as a friend when I was having a difficult time with Tim

... that you were honest with me and told me what I needed to hear when things got more rougher between me and him

... your patience everyday that I was at work and couldn’t talk to you

... the way you surprised me sending me bouquet of white roses a few days before Christmas

... it when something quirky I said or did makes you laugh because I know you’re not making fun of me

... that you enjoy my naughty side as much as my behaved side

... how you called five people just to find out Canada’s country code so that you can tell me that your internet went down and make sure I’m not pissed

... that you’ve always been candid to me even if I asked the most difficult or soul-baring questions

... the way you take my breath away and make me gush every time you say something really sweet to me

... that you never put me aside even if you are with your kids, you bring me along the ride and the laughter

... when you ask about different aspects of me and even going to long lengths to learn Filipino.


I loved...

... how you changed your Facebook relationship status

... that you always believed a person like me existed and you never lost your faith on it

... when you sing. Even if they’re country music

... and you sharing the country music you love especially when they remind you of me

... when you patiently assure me (even if I’m being silly) when I got teary eyed when we talk about morbid things like your death photo

... that you include me now in your plans and dreams

... the way you charmed me by just being you

... your strength and humbleness you instilled in me knowing how difficult and big your sacrifices are serving your country

... that you see yourself not unique in that area and never bragged about it

... that you try so hard, despite the distance, to reach out to me and let me know I’m in your mind and in your heart

... knowing you put my picture on your phone so that you can see me anytime you turn it on

... when you told me I’m everything you’ve ever wanted

... that I’m the first and last (adult) person that comes in your mind as you wake up and go to bed

... when you told me that you don’t want me to belong to you because I’m not a piece of property,

... instead you want me to be with you and be your best friend and lover and equal forever

... that your attraction to me is beyond the physical aspect.


I'm loving...

... looking forward to spending more time with you and discover more beautiful and wonderful things about you,

... and making the list of the things I love about you get longer.


But most of all I love...

... being loved by you,

... and how much I love loving you.

Digg!
Pin It

HELENA:

How happy some o'er other some can be!

Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.

But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;

He will not know what all but he do know:

And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

So I, admiring of his qualities:

Things base and vile, folding no quantity,

Love can transpose to form and dignity:

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;

And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:

Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;

Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:

And therefore is Love said to be a child,

Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,

So the boy Love is perjured every where:

For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eye,

He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine;

And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,

So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.

I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:

Then to the wood will he to-morrow night

Pursue her; and for this intelligence

If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:

But herein mean I to enrich my pain,

To have his sight thither and back again.

Digg!