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How Should I Name You?

January 23, 2009 at 5:50 pm · Filed under LOVE & SEX ·Tagged cynicism, eighteen, love, patience

I am eighteen.

I want to become so many things.

I have never been in love.

Eighteen years of living and never fallen in love. I resent the idea of falling in love—much more with actually falling in love—used to. I always thought that falling in love is one crazy fad that would soon get out of style. Falling in love was like a slice of extremely delicious, mouth-watering, unforgettable, feels-like-heaven-with-every-bite cake that everybody wants to eat. Let me rephrase that. Everybody, and I mean everybody, anticipates for and sometimes desperately wants to devour. Falling in love is crazy. Love is crazier. Someone offers you a drink and you down the martini you’re holding and accept the offer. Comes in some flirting. Exchanging e-mails, landline numbers, mobile numbers, office numbers, and the hell. Then there’s interceding office sex. An unexpected pregnancy. A shotgun wedding and a life of bliss. What more can be crazier than love? I mean, you’re a smart and decent person until you fall in love. Love is practically something people must avoid. Somebody comes into your life and changes everything in it. All of a sudden that somebody leaves you alone, in pain, heart-wrecked, heart-broken, heart-shattered-into-a-million-pieces, heart-half-dead-and-numb, vulnerable—all the suite of defenses that you’ve been building since your first day in your mom’s uterus completely devastated. How can people, everyone from all walks of life, be interested in and signing up for love?

Well, according to my research, love is the best feeling in the entire universe. It makes you happy, over-the-top happy and yeah, happy. You can practically hear your heart beat triple time at the sight of the one you love. Your eyes would sparkle like the tiny diamonds that embellished Cinderella’s perfect dress when in contact with your love’s eyes. You experience this tingling in your toes and butterflies in your tummy feeling—a feeling capable of calling the paramedics for you. You can stay up all day and all night thinking of the one you love and always wanting to be awake because you believe that what’s happening is better than just dreaming. The person you love becomes all that you think about; you think about him/her twenty-four-seven. You think about your love at work, in the mall, everywhere! You think about him/her all the time that sometimes it becomes annoying and blatantly distracting, you know, the I-can’t-remember-if-I-washed-my-hair feeling so chances are you end up washing your hair twice. For the past years that you have been living your life, you listen to all the advices that you can get but you never give absolute importance to any of those advices but in a snap, all that matters now is the opinion of the one you love. Your love’s voice becomes the voice in your head that you can’t seem to drown, actually, you don’t want to drown, that’s unknowingly manipulating you—turning you into the person you weren’t before. Love… what a crazy four-lettered word. Despite its craziness, love becomes the vertex of all the six billion souls roaming the Earth. It becomes the link to each and everyone of us. It is our defining feature—plants can’t love; animals can’t. We realize in a sudden that love is the principal force behind human existence. Love is the soul’s recognition of its counterpart in another, thus you look for that one person who can make you hurt like hell and who can make you laugh like there’s no tomorrow. Love is the thing that keeps us going. Love truly makes the world go ‘round.

Cynicism, in love, has always been a part of me; in fact, it has been me for the last 18 wonderful years. Probably that’s the reason why I haven’t been head-over-heels in love. I’m a simple girl who wants a simple guy—someone with a big smile, a ridiculously handsome face, arrogant-sarcastic-but-changeable-to-romantic wits. I just want somebody to sweep me off my feet. Someone who can scare the crap out of me. Someone who can make me cry but chooses not to. Someone who can’t bring me the moon and the stars and the giant cuddly panda bears but would try to bring me those. I want someone who has the guts to negate everything that I say—someone who can make me speechless. Am I reaching for the stars here? No. N-o. No. Then where the hell is he? What’s taking him so long? Did he die or somethin’? In as much as I would like to rush things here, it would take a load of fate not to, I won’t cram on falling in love. I’m just goin’ to be patient and wait. I will learn the things that I am destined to learn. I will meet him—someday. But for now, it’s waiting time…

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The Power of Money

November 12, 2008 at 12:33 pm · Filed under BUSINESS ·Tagged Barack Obama, Bill Clinton, love, money

In those times when women wore corselettes and crinoline-supported wide skirts and men wore fustanella or kilts, it’s not Barack Obama who makes the world go round-it’s love, the alleged principal force behind human life.

But…

In these times when women wear low-waist skinny jeans and men wear drainpiped jeans, it’s not love that makes the world go round-it’s Bill. May be Bill Clinton… it’s the piece of paper with unimaginable value. You got it right honey, money keeps the 21st century on the go.

In the busy and fast-paced streets of life, you need fuel to be on track. What better fuel exists more than money?

An egg omelet from Manila Peninsula costs Php0000.00-that breakfast is for the limited people with unlimited cash, people who are financially magna cum laude. A cheeseburger from McDonald’s costs Php000.00-for the limited people with limited cash, people who are financially challenged. And a bag of hot pan de sal costs Php00.00-for the unlimited people with limited cash, people who are financially flunking.

That’s just breakfast.

A tee from Guess is worth Php0000.00; a pair of jeans from Levi’s is worth Php0000.00 and a pair of flip flops from Ipanema is worth Php0000.00-this get-up is for the fashionable people living a fashionable life. A tee from Jag is worth Php000.00; a pair of jeans from Bench is worth Php000.00 and a pair of flip flops from Havaianas is worth Php000.00-for the fashionable people living a moderately fashionable life. A tee from a buy-one-take-one-sale in Baclaran is worth Php000.00; a pair of jeans from Divisoria is worth Php000.00 and a pair of flip flops from the market in Zapote is worth Php00.00-for the unfashionable people living an unfashionable life.

There’s more.

A coffee in Starbucks is Php000.00. A coffee in Dunkin Donuts is Php00.00. A coffee from Manang selling along the longevity of San Marcelino Street is Php00.00.

You need money to eat breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks, if lucky. You need money to pay the electricity, water, telephone, internet bills. You need money to get your hair, fingernails and toenails done. You need money to attend school, seminars and workshops. You need money to save any one of your family who’s sick. You need money to date your special someone. You need money to lease a place for you to stay. You need money to live.

Traditional, it is that money lengthens life; contemporary, it is that money curtails life. People commit murder for money. People kill people for money. People cheat on people for money. People deceive people for money. People thieve the people’s money. People lie for money. People tilt verdicts for money. People blindfold justice for money. People elect people for money. People and money? What a mortifying combination!

The power of money. One moment you’re buying a pair of espadrilles from Zara and the next moment you’re stealing money from your classmate to a buy another pair espadrilles. Money can make you much like an angel and the next thing you know you’re a devil in an angel’s wings.

No matter how evident it is that money manipulates the country I love and live in, it is not fair for all the Filipinos to just concede in Hobbe’s theory of a man in the state of nature living a solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short life. It is but considerable to adopt Locke’s perception of man-innately good. It wouldn’t hurt to view ourselves and the other people out there as good men. We are all born with goodness inside.

As pushy it is to eradicate Hobbe’s theory about men in the state of nature, is thrice as pushy to believe that money, after all does not make the world go round. Cheesy and mushy as it sounds, it is still more appealing to live in a world move by the unexplainable principal force behind human life-love.

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Who suffers more in a relationship? Is it us guys?

October 22, 2008 at 6:53 am · Filed under GUYS' POINT OF VIEW ·Tagged guys, love, relationship

In a relationship, it is really normal to have misunderstandings, conflicts, quarrels, fights or arguments. but in some cases, these things become a necessity in order for the relationship to have its own twists & turns, ups & downs, humps & lumps! Haha! Funny but true… But looking at the issue deeper, who do you think suffers more? Is it the guy who did everything just to have the girl’s heart? Or is it the girl who has no other option but to wait for the guy’s heart?

Who carries the relationship? Is it the ones courting or the ones being courted?

The guys are the ones carrying the relationship. And we are the ones suffering the most in a relationship crisis!

Why?