JaPinay says...

...i hate love...

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It
makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and
it opens up your heart and it means that someone
can get inside you and mess you up. You build up
all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of
armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one
stupid person, no different from any other stupid
person, wanders into your stupid life...You give
them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They
did something dumb one day, like kisas you or
smile at you, and then your life isn't your own
anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you.
It eats you out and leaves you crying in the
darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should
be just friends' turns into a glass splinter
working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not
just in the imagination. Not just in the mind.
It's a soul-hurt, a real
gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

-Niel Gaiman

MY RESIGNATION LETTER

MY RESIGNATION LETTER

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old. I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them. I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day. I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care. All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset. I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again. I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones. I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow. So... here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements (kunyari lang). I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause........ ......"Tag! You're it." .....chyl, i stole this poem from you...hihihi! dont know if this one was a product of your hallucinations,,,hahaha...or what.... basta i like it very much! i've read it on your bulletin and co..-..incindentally, the time i was reading it, t'was like as if im reading whats on my mind... grabe chyl! if its you who made this poem....isa kang gifted...like..."can you read minds ha chyl???" coz thats how exactly i feel right now...tired from work, can't have a break, so many things to do, so many things on my mind...why do i have to do this, why do i have to do that...like..."gusto ko maging bata ulit!!!!!!"

as we grow...

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.

You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.

You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.

You'll fight with your best friend.

You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.

You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back