EMPTY
  

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It is proven that love is not in the air, it is on us.HAHAHAHAHA. MAY MA-I-CAPTION LANG. :D

It is proven that love is not in the air, it is on us.
HAHAHAHAHA. MAY MA-I-CAPTION LANG. :D

"LOVE . . ."

Perhaps, the most common false assumption about love is that we will not be challenged or changed … think again. You see, between lovers; things aren't always black and white … sometimes you’ve got to compromise if your relationship means something.

The thing is, in a relationship, no one knows what lies ahead and what to expect; you will be challenged, disturbed, frightened and at times even heartbroken. Nevertheless, be bold and steadfast, accept the challenges readily and willingly, make your choices wisely, pursue your dreams and endeavor to work it through, and hope for the best for both of you.

And when you love, love till it hurts. My point being is that never do anything halfway, unless you’re willing to be half-happy.

Anyways, let me share you some facts that I’ve experienced while in a relationship. It’s not necessarily in this order:

* Don’t attempt to love if you don’t know how to trust. Love and trust are inseparable, neither can survive without the other. As such, “jealousy” has no place in a relationship. 

* If you really want to be a part of someone’s life, make an effort to be in it. After all, commitment is the language of relationship.

* Love has no bounds neither a beginning nor an end … when it happens it just happens.

* Relationship is based on two hearts not more … don't let anyone get in between.

* A relationship is a two-way lane. You must be willing to give as well as to receive.

* Relationship is like building a brick wall together with your partner: you build it brick by brick, moment by moment, experience by experience. Each brick, moment and experience rests on the foundation – trust and love – both of you have already laid.

* For a rewarding and successful relationship, you must offer your HEART [Honesty Empathy Affection Respect Trust] unconditionally. Profoundly and patiently wrapped in Commitment, Responsibility, Fidelity, Integrity & Compassion.

On the other hand;

* There’s no need to hate the person you once loved, but you may treasure the memories and move on. Besides, memories don’t just fade away … they tend to flashback and haunt you, one-way or the other! So either dwell on it, or use it to better yourself. Forget the past; it’s dead and gone. Live for the future; it’s alive and full of potential.

Finally, don’t ask for an explanation if you don’t want to believe.

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Mga Paalala Na Parang Pag-Ibig From The Trains of Manila

(PART ONE)

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Forbidden Love …

Why do you have to meet someone that touches your heart although he is not meant for you? What is his purpose? To heal the wound of the past? Or to add more pain to your feelings?

Why is it that sometimes even if you already have somebody you cannot avoid to love some one else? Is it because your partner has shortcomings or you’re not just contended with him?

Ahhhhh …

I understand that you cannot always fight for love – you should know when to concede or when to proceed. But how can you fight for someone that you love if you know from the beginning that you are already lost? And even if you fight for him you know that there are lots of people who will get hurt in the process.

In love, you don’t always use your heart … you just don’t think of your self. There are things that you cannot enforce your will upon no matter how you wish it. Sometimes you have to use reason, contemplate on the consequences and consider the welfare of others. Your senses should not be clouded by your emotions otherwise you will end up hurting a lot of people, including yourself, since emotion carries us beyond reason.

Sometimes you have to restrain yourself because if you push your will you might wake up one day trekking the wrong path. But if you play your cards right I believe you might rise to the occasion; and the best play, I suppose, is to let him go no matter how much you love him because that is the right thing to do.

Yeah, it sucks. In fact, it can sometimes strip you of the will to live. But one way or the other you’ll just have to let him go. It is hard to bid goodbye to the person you truly love, but it is harder to accept the truth that you can not be together again. It is hard to utter the word goodbye especially to the person you dreamt to be with forever and built your dream together.

I’m not sure which is more important: both of you together no matter how wrong it is, or apart even if you’re madly in-love with him because it is right?

Ahhhhh …

The thing is, you have to bid goodbyes because you know it is right and selfless. After all, true love sometimes means “sacrifice”; and parting ways does not necessarily mean that the love you both shared ceases. “Love”, at least for the time being, have to take a back seat. Who knows, good things might come out from this.

Besides, I recon that if someone is really meant for you even if you split-up for a long time your paths will again traverse (or something to that effect). And that is when “wrong” is already “right”, when “no” is already “okay” and when “taboo” is already “permissible”. Besides, fate, sometimes, offers us a second chance.

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Sa nagTA at magTTA pa kay Zeus, hindi po sya ang may gamit ng blog nya ngayon, binubuksan buksan ko lang, sya nalang bahala sumagot sa mga TAs nyo pag nakapagopen na sya. Nga pala coffeenelly here :D

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Good morning :)))

Hi there! coffeenelly here, update ko lang blog ni toffee :>

#larawan  #pusa  #♥  

STAND UP, RISE UP . . .

I do not know why terrible things happen to us sometimes, but i do know that there is something good is going to come out of it.  Besides, we can always choose to stand up, rise up and do something to make us more intelligent, beautiful and better person ... after all, we are humans capable of evolving against all odds.

The thing is, it is how you handle your problems and troubles that count; not the trials themselves. Yes, we struggle life as most of us do, but we do the best we can with what we got and with conviction.

You see, neglecting to learn from the stuff that we go through in life, for any reason, such as the negatives, the knocks, the blunders, the disappointments, even the good things, is not only myopic but reckless, immature and irresponsible.

We should know better that every experience is an opportunity to learn something new, which could be a stepping stone to greater things; or better lovers for that matter.

Bottom line, if there's something the matter do something about it, instead of sulking and whining.

Smile like you’ve never cried, fight like you’ve never lost, love like you’ve never been hurt, and live like there’s no tomorrow.

#random  

Sometimes, you end up losing yourself trying to hold onto someone who doesn’t care about losing you.

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bandysnaps:

How To Suck At Your Religion by The Oatmeal

Fuck yes!

This.

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[Guy] I love you.
[Girl]Hey! How many were there before me?
[Guy]What do you mean?
[Girl]How many girls did you love before me?
[Guy]Love, five, I loved five women before you.
[Girl]What were their names?
[Guy]Who? What? When? Where? Why?
[Girl]Can you tell me about them?
[Guy]Who I loved was a girl from college. I wasn’t exactly close to her, but with some superficial facts and a few interactions over a semester, you know, like most guys fantasizing over a girl they barely know, I filled in the blanks like a fairy tale author. And who she became in my head, was probably more than the reality. She was a third year sorority girl. Yeah and I was an infatuated freshman, sure, but the several times we got to spend together outside of class, it really allowed me to see she also had a good heart and a bright spirit. The only problem was, so did just about every other guy. And while she turned me down nicely, I swear there were times when it seemed like the cliche sorority girl may have felt something for the typical, awkward freshman.
What I loved was an old friend, but she was much more than just a friend. We met early in college, kept in touch through the years after. We saw each other grow and change and through multiple relationships. I saw her different boyfriends come and go. She was also there for every girlfriend and breakup of mine.
Personality, humor, taste, it was all there. Her and I were almost perfect. The only thing that wasn’t perfect was our timing. We were never single at the same time. What we loved about each other was never enough to leave who we were with. This is something we eventually had to face and accept, and we had to leave behind what we had.
When I loved was my first girlfriend in high school. It’s a bit unfair because she embodies the combination of both love and youth. The feeling of young love is unique and impossible to replace or replicate because we can only be that age once. High school was a time of innocence, discovery, and adventure. We shared these three elements together in things like our first kiss, late night sneaking out, and matinee movies, all of which now have become a nostalgic love, preserved in a time neither of us can touch, but know was there. Even though we were just kids, there’s not a doubt in my mind that when we were there, we were in love.
Where I loved was the girl I met in Los Angeles. I never intended to stay there that long. It was just a six month internship after graduating. But it all changed when I met her. Soon, a year had passed, and somehow, another year after that. I couldn’t leave the city. I couldn’t leave her. Maybe it was my desire to be on my own or prove something to everyone back at home, but she helped me accomplish it over there with a relationship reflective of the city we were in, an new energy, new experiences, that really pushed me to mature more than anyone or anywhere else. When people ask what city I love the most, I say LA. The city where I lived the most.
Why I loved was a close friend of mine who passed away. She told me after she was diagnosed that death was not what saddened her the most, but the fact that she never really felt like she had fallen in love. She wouldn’t get to have them emotions, good and bad, of being hurt and of being held. After she passed, those words stuck with me the most, teaching me to see that one of the great gifts we have of being alive is the ability to give and receive and even lose love. There are so many like her, whose lives end before having any of those experiences. What a waste if we don’t strive to love in our lives. She made me understand why. Why waste this life not loving?
[Girl] I understand now.
[Guy]You’re the sixth.
[Girl]Sixth, so which one am I then?
[Guy]You’re none of them because you’re all of them. You are who I love; the girl on the pedestal, the fantasy the make-believe things that are actually true. You are what I love; the depth, the inside jokes, the best friend. You are when I love; a new history is being started with you. We are the young lovers our older selves will someday reminisce about. You are where I love: because I’d go anywhere, just to be with you. You are why I love: because before you, I didn’t truly understand what I was looking for. Now that we found each other, you’ve given my past and future meaning. You are the sixth. You are the last.

[Guy] 
I love you.

[Girl]
Hey! How many were there before me?

[Guy]
What do you mean?

[Girl]
How many girls did you love before me?

[Guy]
Love, five, I loved five women before you.

[Girl]
What were their names?

[Guy]
Who? What? When? Where? Why?

[Girl]
Can you tell me about them?

[Guy]
Who I loved was a girl from college. I wasn’t exactly close to her, but with some superficial facts and a few interactions over a semester, you know, like most guys fantasizing over a girl they barely know, I filled in the blanks like a fairy tale author. And who she became in my head, was probably more than the reality. She was a third year sorority girl. Yeah and I was an infatuated freshman, sure, but the several times we got to spend together outside of class, it really allowed me to see she also had a good heart and a bright spirit. The only problem was, so did just about every other guy. And while she turned me down nicely, I swear there were times when it seemed like the cliche sorority girl may have felt something for the typical, awkward freshman.

What I loved was an old friend, but she was much more than just a friend. We met early in college, kept in touch through the years after. We saw each other grow and change and through multiple relationships. I saw her different boyfriends come and go. She was also there for every girlfriend and breakup of mine.

Personality, humor, taste, it was all there. Her and I were almost perfect. The only thing that wasn’t perfect was our timing. We were never single at the same time. What we loved about each other was never enough to leave who we were with. This is something we eventually had to face and accept, and we had to leave behind what we had.

When I loved was my first girlfriend in high school. It’s a bit unfair because she embodies the combination of both love and youth. The feeling of young love is unique and impossible to replace or replicate because we can only be that age once. High school was a time of innocence, discovery, and adventure. We shared these three elements together in things like our first kiss, late night sneaking out, and matinee movies, all of which now have become a nostalgic love, preserved in a time neither of us can touch, but know was there. Even though we were just kids, there’s not a doubt in my mind that when we were there, we were in love.

Where I loved was the girl I met in Los Angeles. I never intended to stay there that long. It was just a six month internship after graduating. But it all changed when I met her. Soon, a year had passed, and somehow, another year after that. I couldn’t leave the city. I couldn’t leave her. Maybe it was my desire to be on my own or prove something to everyone back at home, but she helped me accomplish it over there with a relationship reflective of the city we were in, an new energy, new experiences, that really pushed me to mature more than anyone or anywhere else. When people ask what city I love the most, I say LA. The city where I lived the most.

Why I loved was a close friend of mine who passed away. She told me after she was diagnosed that death was not what saddened her the most, but the fact that she never really felt like she had fallen in love. She wouldn’t get to have them emotions, good and bad, of being hurt and of being held. After she passed, those words stuck with me the most, teaching me to see that one of the great gifts we have of being alive is the ability to give and receive and even lose love. There are so many like her, whose lives end before having any of those experiences. What a waste if we don’t strive to love in our lives. She made me understand why. Why waste this life not loving?

[Girl] 
I understand now.

[Guy]
You’re the sixth.

[Girl]
Sixth, so which one am I then?

[Guy]
You’re none of them because you’re all of them. You are who I love; the girl on the pedestal, the fantasy the make-believe things that are actually true. You are what I love; the depth, the inside jokes, the best friend. You are when I love; a new history is being started with you. We are the young lovers our older selves will someday reminisce about. You are where I love: because I’d go anywhere, just to be with you. You are why I love: because before you, I didn’t truly understand what I was looking for. Now that we found each other, you’ve given my past and future meaning. You are the sixth. You are the last.