Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Today's Date: January Happy

I once declared myself Jaded.
Debunking the possibility of that Hallmark-defined thing called True Love.
Heck, there are more divorces than marriages these days.
Adele is a hit. 
Heartbreak rhymes more with Chocolate Cake, Love with Dead Dove.
That is, every heartbreak seems a celebration of reunion with oft-ignored friends (gorgeous candle included), a liberation from emotional diet (extra poundage of tears and drooling included), a still time to capture sweetness in your Solitary Life's context than in Relational One (extra bitterness and betterness included).
Dead Dove? Do I need to redundantly shout "self-explanatory"?!


For all that, I lied. It's more than once I declared myself Jaded.
It's been a push-and-pull game between a rosy picture & a bitter graffiti of Love.
It's been "I love you...only you...now and forever" to each and every piece of emotive history.
It's been Love as a Music to my Ears and Music as an Ear of my Love.
It's been Heartbreak as a mere "break," not one's own life to take; and ah, Love that fits like a Glove.





This day may have seen me spoiling myself with my First Simply Thai, First Gelatissimo for the Year or First Sinfully Gift from Someone Who's Made A Mark in my Heart yet...


I still don't believe in Love unless we're describing my family, my faith or myself.
But I believe in that happiness so indescribable conventional people call them Love.
Yes, only the conformists could comfortably agree it is dubbed Love.
I can honestly say though that I feel ineluctably incomplete saying I ____ you without having to include Love.
Maybe I still rely on conventionality, conformity and completeness at times I feel my heart is blissfully happy with someone as blissfully happy. 
But only I can tell it is Like, Omnipresence, Vitality, and Endearment at the indistinguishably same time.


Now Playing:


"If this isn’t love, tell me what it is. 
'Cause I could be dreaming or just plain crazy"


"You try to fight it, don't even try to hide it,
emotions falling down like the rain.
I can't find the words to explain it.
Ain't it crazy how I fall
everytime you call my name"

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Happy News Year!

Happy Anniversary!
Whew!
That sounds a lil better than mere Gong Xi Fa Cai.
All the same, this year and last appear to be no less than promising. 
In fact, 2010, according to one broadsheet, was "perfect."
Can't wait to grasp 2011's version of this perfection.





"Picture Perfect"
Photography: Joe Malicdem
Publication: Manila Bulletin
Date Published: January 25, 2011
Page: G-6


Monday, January 9, 2012

Not A Matter Of



"Timing, in love, is not a matter of time. 
Mr. Right or Ms. Right, in love, is not a matter of person."





- Kristofferson Guela

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Bomb-Drunk-Love


First Alcohol in 2012: Choc-Nut Martini + Jaeger Bomb = 

Hard Humor

A mordant sense of _ _ _ _ _  - hard to find.








- hard to find a match in.


















- hard to find a match in this sarcastic world.

3 Kings, 3-Year-Old Epiphanies, 3 Poems

It's all about the 3 today.
3rd entry this year.
3 Kings.
3 Poems I have exhumed from my iTouch's Notes, safe-kept for 
3 years now.
While they may sound coming from a lovelorn heart, they do not necessarily reflect my undisputedly happy state these days.
3 words - I'm just saying.

U can ignore drugs but not addiction.
U can melt ice cream but not the flavor.
U can take a break but not forever.
U can cover with umbrella but not over the rain.
U can kill a charming boy but not that love.



Time has a clever way of healing pain in the sense Fate has a clever way of bringing back that pain…the feelings…the love…again


and again

and again

even in more Times Time will be able to heal.



Cut me nails; make me clean.
Net search me; make me wanted.
Drink my RTD; make me wide awake.
Cut the talk; you make me lonely.
Ban me; you make me aborted.
Dehydrate me; you make me drown in my nightmares…and daydreams of wanting you back.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Does this Picture really Fit?


Okay, I now get it. 
This Gym Ad is telling me to work out RELIGIOUSLY. 
I hope these nuns do not substitute their Amen with Hy***. 
Even worse, may the guy be not a fit priest, 
mistaking god for a body of one.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Resolutions, Not Promises




"Treat New Year's Resolutions 
NOT as Promises
so you won't break them" 



- Kristofferson M. Guela