Love.

Love. If you look the meaning of this word in the dictionary, it means a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. Sexual passion or desire. Sweet heart. It covers a wide range of meaning. But sometimes, we don't need to ask Mr. Webster for the true meaning of love. All we need to do is find it ourselves. Love isn't always about affection, sexual passion and infatuation. If you look deeper, Love means doing the thing you really hate as long it means doing it with the person you love. It means sacrificing without expecting something in return. It's Love when you became a better person everyday.


I've encountered so many couples. drowning each other with their so called "love". drenching themselves with promises. Bathing their inner selves with expectations. They seemed to be complete and there's nothing wrong with that. Sometimes, time flies and their love fades. Their so called "love" is gone. Their promises are broken. Their expectations, destroyed. Instead, they drowned each other with not so good words. They drench themselves with tears. And they bathe their thoughts with the memories of the past. Let's face it. Love really hurts and it hurts like hell. It's not easy to move on. But its part of love and life.

Another thing, love has no boundaries. It doesn't matter if you're pretty or not, rich or poor, skinny or fat. Physical appearance and social status will never be the criteria for loving. Even wild beasts fell in love. Even bad girls and boys deserve to be loved.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. You and the person you love had it, you had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from your branches you both found that you were one tree and not two.

One of my Moments.

Yesterday, we had our Career Orientation. Several schools are invited and each one of them gives us their admission slips and all those stuffs that make my bag a little heavy. I thought yesterday is just one of my ordinary days and the only difference is that we're with boys. I can handle this. But DAMN! few hours later, I can't believe that the situations are now out of my control. Abby began shouting my name whenever the speakers are asking questions like "who sings well?", "who dance well?", "who's the best actress?" and so on. One of the speakers noticed this and told the whole batch of senior students that I'm a multi-talented person. How was that?! I can't even follow simple steps. Senior students laugh at this thought. I laugh too because I don't want to ruin their happiness. And what makes that day worst is that one of the speakers of FEU-east Asia linked me with one of the boys in front of the whole batch saying, " okay, now, kunwari si ***** saka si Kim mag boyfriend. blah blah blah" I was really really ashamed of what had happen then, the teacher added later "Kim, I love you daw sabi ng shout out ni *****..." . Now, I was a super star. I could see everybody laughing and I found myself laughing too but secretly cursing my classmates. And for the climax? the speaker of CCA asked ***** to give their souvenirs which is an apron to me. she asked him in front of all the 4Th year students and they're all shouted "ayieee!!!".


I was the center of attraction Yesterday and I can't hide my embarrassment. I wish I never come to school. I still have this feeling of embarrassment but as I said, there's nothing I can't handle. After all, I still love my classmates despite of what happened. Anyway, I can't change it. It's always there. My moment!