czar got me a pair of nafnaf jeans. blergh. ΓΌ
Monday, October 15, 2007
love is a verb
stayed up just talking the rest of the day.. about the chinese schools we attended, preparing our water bottles, lunch boxes packed for us, our friends from our childhood, his sister alana,about bullies, about little cousins, our mothers, his papa's driving, my sisters, our grandmothers, coleman water jugs, rock climbing, ghosts, urban legends, a haunted/mystical place in the city called tres marias, pba, basketball, people passing, the war, japanese soldiers, how our grandparents survived war,our fears, things that made me cry, former president magsaysay, our teachers, our last names, i love yous, the work place, our colleagues, pet peeves, school parking, the cities where we grew up in..
today,we did not talk about food. :)
We fall into love hoping that we will not find in the other what we know is in ourselves - all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty, compromise and brute stupidity. We throw a cordon of love around the chosen one, and decide that everything that lies within it will somehow be free of our faults and hence lovable. We locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through union with the beloved, hope somehow to maintain (against evidence of all self-knowledge) a precarious faith in the species.
Title: Essays in Love / a novel
Author: Alain de Botton
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Sunday, October 14, 2007
gorgeous writings.
Truth disappears with history and gossip tells us in the end nothing of personal relationships. There are stories of elopements, unrequited love, family feuds, and exhausting vendettas, which everyone was drawn into, had to be involved with. But nothing I said of the closeness between two people: how they grew in the shade of each other’s presence. No one speaks of that exchange of gift and character – the way a person took on and recognized in himself the smile of a lover.
Michael Ondaatje, Running in the Family
yours. mine. ours.
"none of us has good judgment when it comes to love, and love is hard to stop." E.WURTZELL
suya tuwad.
sms sa ako uyab. haha. tumbling.
bords,ang miga ni *r*el amo man gyapon ang bayo niya asta subong..hahaha..
(cuz ang gal nakita namo sa sm ganiha hapon, tas murag kinsa na aristocrata ni ki-ay ki-ay lakaw padung kaisei, tas to think ganiha patoh sunday-12 noon, tas now while writing, 5:32 am na of monday. dapat ni ilis sha, if ana sha kaarte mulihok..soo abhorrent..)
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