life is a paradox.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

what's in a name?

"Deny thy father and refuse thy name, for what's in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name that would smell as sweet."

-Shakesphere, "Romeo & Juliet"

Monday, January 29, 2007

Love; irrational.

Love makes people behave weirdly.
It makes people make irrational decisions.
It makes people do things that they usually do not.
It could even mess up your daily routines, your life, your mind; everything.

Know what's the paradox?

People still want Love.

I'm human afterall.

I love you, my darling. =) We'll pull through.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Til' the day I found you.

Dearest,
It's not about the words that you say,
nor the amount of "I love you" that transpired.
It's not about the things that you buy,
it's all about what you feel.
_
There are times that we'll need to type our assignments,
prepare our presentations,
choose our attire for the meeting tomorrow;
we all need our personal space.
_
Professional time robber; I am not,
but clingy lil' boy I am within.
Too many roles,
have I forgotten how to choose?
_
Busy busy busy,
we all have sinned; have we not?
But time will bring us further and be more matured,
as we grow together, hand in hand.
_
I once thought,
Love is a powerful thing,
but neither tangible,
nor reachable, or existent.
_
Til' the day I found you.
_
Happy 1st Month, my love. =)

Monday, January 15, 2007

Seek to understand by going through it, yourself.

"Seek to understand your violence, by putting yourself in the pain the person is going through."

By placing yourself in the shoes of how the person is feeling, is the only way to know what the person is going through.

As much as it's not desired at times, it seems that the choice to take the path, might not necessarily be yours to choose.

Words to inject faith, to build trust never seemed to work when you're feeling it yourself, and thus, show it by actions. People listen to words everyday, and most of the times, the words do not register clearly within.

Afterall, actions speak louder than words.

I'm feeling it somehow. I know I love you alot, and I know you do too. I guess I'm feeling things that you've been feeling, and I guess that's the only way to really understand what you have felt previously, and I don't really mind going through the pain; because....

There's no reason why.

There's no reason why I wouldn't mind going through the pain.

If there is such a need for a reason,

It's because,

I love you,
more than what I could ever say.