The EMO poem.

The rain has stopped pouring,

The storm stopped devastating.

Even fishes stop when swimming,

But me, I haven’t stopped hurting.

The wind keeps the trees dancing,

The clouds kept hidden the sun peeking.

The stars above keep on shining,

And I got tired keeping on waiting.

Even doubts are made sure by asking,

And it always made me feel regretting.

All the promises made were meant to be broken,

Somebody has made my heart left open.

When will I forget anger and fighting?

And when will I forget about crying?

People learn from a philosopher’s reasoning,

A student learns from a teacher’s teaching.

A person learns from what he is experiencing,

It feels worse, when will I learn loving?

STOP. KEEP. MAKE. FORGET. LEARN.

Stop making broken promises.

Keep creating wonderful moments.

Make everything worth living for.

Forget the hurt and anger.

Learn to LOVE.

SELF-PROCLAIMED OPINION

If you love a person, don’t let her go. 

I don’t believe that letting go is a sign of true love. Rather, it’s a sign of weakness. Why? If you ask me, I would answer you with a question. Why would you stop if loving her is all that matters to you? I fancy sticking to the reverse side. Because you know what, if you really love a person but has decided to end that relationship between the two of you, you’ll prove to her how she’s going to miss a big chunk of her life if she let you go. Instead of situating yourself on the corner brooding about how your life is in a big mess because you broke up, try to be more productive, think of ways on how to bring the spark back, and the butterflies that fill your stomach because you just can’t take the waves of electricity in your veins. Think of how she will love you more and not wanting to ever let go again. Think of ways, AND DO THEM.

If you have to wait, then wait. It’s all going to be worth it in the end. If it’s not, then make the first move, even if it means doing the same things over and over again.

In love, there is no such thing as selfishness and pride in you.

Because the pride you have is the one you love.

There’s a Tagalog phrase I made up that kind of summarizes all of this babbling.

Here it goes,

“Mahal mo nga eh, bakit mo papakawalan?”

(You love her, why would you let go?)

Thinking of asking.

What if I never met you?

One question I always ask myself.
One question that always goes unanswered.
What really could be the answer? What SHOULD be the answer?
What if it wasn't bound to happen?
What if.. what if it's all unreal?


You filled my life with lots of memories worth-keeping. You filled my stomach with lots of butterflies. You filled my heart with love I've been longing for so long. You filled my mind with unending thoughts. You filled my imagination with fantasies that are bound to happen. You filled my laughter happiness. You filled my smile sparks. You filled my entire existence. You complete me.


I could imagine living my life without you. And believe me, IT SUCKS.
IT. KILLS. ME. JUST. THINKING. ABOUT. IT.

Parents' Signature

“I had parents’ consent!”

We often ask our parents’ signature for a number of reasons. First, when we need to abide tasks given to us. We use it as an excuse to not do it; we give them the perception that our parents had the compliance to allow us to be exempted. One very good example is what we are experiencing now, though given the fact that it’s not VALID. (C’mon, define VALID. *pft*) So, here’s how the story goes: there is this study period in our dormitory wherein we are all “OBLIGED” to attend. We sit there staring at unmitigated ceiling and walls, waiting for them to speak and tell us to stop gawking. Oops, I mean, wherein we must study to become good and responsible interns, at the same time a successful person in the making. But wishful thinking, there shouldn’t be any study period or some sort like it. Who would want to be dragged to the study hall and be forced to study? Okay, exaggeration, but again, who would want to study in a crowded area, where murmurs are gradually increasing and becoming chitchats, then all of a sudden it becomes clamour, then here comes the mighty matron, trying to save the day and she purses her lips, makes a sshhh sound, and viola! SILENCE. It’s like more of a cycle to me, the same things happen, silence-murmurs-chitchats-clamour-silence. *sigh* It’s getting on my nerves already! So, stop babbling for a moment and get to the point. We thought that if we let our parents write us a letter regarding the exemption from the study period, they would let us to do so as we wanted. But we’re wrong as big as a ton! They still wouldn’t let us! *urgh* Makes no sense, right? LET’S TAKE THE DARN BUILDING DOWN! GO! GO! GO! ROGER THAT! Kidding! 

Moving.

How can I move on if every place I go reminds me of you? If in every song I hear relates with our experiences together, and it just can't stop playing in my head over and over (and over) again. If everyone I talk to I imagine that it's you, or worse I wish that it is really you I'm talking to? If everytime I see couples I can't help but feel envious and pity myself because I'm here, standing all alone, regretting everything that was said and done? HOW THE HELL?


I've finally found my path going opposite your way. I decided to go on my own because I don't want to see you again, even just a glimpse of you will bring back all the heartache I felt. When I reached the end, I saw you waiting there. How was that possible? I've tried everything I can to avoid you, to avoid every memory of you, memory of US. 


But I just can't. I. JUST. CAN. NOT. I can't escape visions of you. I can't escape my head picturing us together. I can't escape these feelings for you. I can't escape my mind telling me that I can't take you leaving me. I can't escape my heart feeling that I still love you.I can't escape myself, my own self in every bit I can to forget you. WORST. It feels like it's just all inevitable.

You keep coming back. You keep coming back. WHY DO YOU KEEP COMING BACK?
I'm tired. Aren't you?