THOUGHTS ON. . .
Love, in the form in which it exists in society, is nothing but the exchange of two fantasies and the superficial contact of two bodies.
Nicolas Chamfort (1741 - 1794)
French writer.
(Maximes et pensées)
Love's pleasure lasts but a moment; love's sorrow lasts all through life.
Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian (1755 - 1794)
French playwright and novelist.
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try.
Oscar Hammerstein II (1895 - 1960)
U.S. lyricist and librettist.
Song lyric.
South Pacific, "Some Enchanted Evening"
By the time you say you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying—
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)
U.S. writer and wit.
Unfortunate Coincidence
Monday, September 27, 2004
Quandary: the diverging roads ahead
Quandary: the diverging roads ahead…
Here again, caught in an entangled web of my own doing. Besie would say, “What’s new” shrugs her shoulder and drinks her mocha frap. I whisk my gaze upon the dim city lights below. My silence, in unison with her thoughts. Yup, the accursed pattern of my acrid life.
And the sick joke of the powers that be, offering me chocolate cakes and rockyroad brownies. All too knowing that I cannot make the choice. My fence sitter mantra getting the better of me, as always.
If you can’t take the pain then you aint worth the gain, or so it seems. Capital punishment for the jaded xenophile in a dog-eat-dog world. Sheesh and no matter how hard you turn the logic on, you still reach the uncertain conclusion. Infinitesimal or not, time will always catch up with the choices you make or not make.
In the end, you never told the unmentionable offenses of your feebleness (read: what they meant to you) and everyone slides past the situation except you. “Oh crap, I’m still here.” And the lights unfazed. And my life unfurling in half-pi rad. FIN.
Beheaded, Beguiled, Begotten. . .
Anxiously, the excitement creeps under my skin. That tingling sense of urgency. A wee bit late but just barely there in the nick of time?? Only to hear the news that bangs on my head like a potent bottle of Absolut Citron. Argh! 24/7 and nothing substantial. I muttered invectives so flowery in nature that the rating is still pending. Alas, the solstice of the season has changed only to rub in the obvious. When one’s highlight of the day is waiting for DC re-runs, you can’t help but think often despotic positive thoughts. Is this the bottom of my rut? Or just the next cyclic process of my bottom-feeder existence?
Here again, caught in an entangled web of my own doing. Besie would say, “What’s new” shrugs her shoulder and drinks her mocha frap. I whisk my gaze upon the dim city lights below. My silence, in unison with her thoughts. Yup, the accursed pattern of my acrid life.
And the sick joke of the powers that be, offering me chocolate cakes and rockyroad brownies. All too knowing that I cannot make the choice. My fence sitter mantra getting the better of me, as always.
If you can’t take the pain then you aint worth the gain, or so it seems. Capital punishment for the jaded xenophile in a dog-eat-dog world. Sheesh and no matter how hard you turn the logic on, you still reach the uncertain conclusion. Infinitesimal or not, time will always catch up with the choices you make or not make.
In the end, you never told the unmentionable offenses of your feebleness (read: what they meant to you) and everyone slides past the situation except you. “Oh crap, I’m still here.” And the lights unfazed. And my life unfurling in half-pi rad. FIN.
Beheaded, Beguiled, Begotten. . .
Anxiously, the excitement creeps under my skin. That tingling sense of urgency. A wee bit late but just barely there in the nick of time?? Only to hear the news that bangs on my head like a potent bottle of Absolut Citron. Argh! 24/7 and nothing substantial. I muttered invectives so flowery in nature that the rating is still pending. Alas, the solstice of the season has changed only to rub in the obvious. When one’s highlight of the day is waiting for DC re-runs, you can’t help but think often despotic positive thoughts. Is this the bottom of my rut? Or just the next cyclic process of my bottom-feeder existence?
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Stuff from Karen Anne
THE PREMISE of this article lies on the principle that sometimes,
loving a person doesn't mean it has to be romantic and loving a person for the rest of your life doesn't mean you have to end up marrying them. Can a man and a woman just be friends? I'd say yes and they should be.
Hindi dahil kinaibigan ka, liligawan ka na. Not every guy who befriends you has an ulterior motive. Get over yourself. Don't flatter yourself. There is a reason why he befriended you, but don't automatically assume that it's because he wants to be your so-called boyfriend. If this will be the principle you'll follow every time someone asks you to be his friend, you're gonna miss a great deal from the friendship.
Hindi dahil mabait sa iyo, nililigawan ka na. There are people who are naturally sweet and kind. There are people who are innately good and no matter how wicked you seem, they just find it so easy to be kind to you. It doesn't mean he is courting you. Don't put yourself through unnecessary stress trying to figure out if he's courting you or not. Because I think if he is, you won't have to guess, you'll know and you'll be very certain about it.
Hindi dahil he talks to you a lot, he loves you na. You don't befriend a person if you absolutely abhor him, right? Chances are you make sense when he talks to you, or you're probably very patient listening to him. The two of you probably connect on some level but why does it always have to be assumed to be romantic? Being two intelligent, mature human beings, you need to accept that it's nice to share a cup of coffee over a stimulating conversation, and that you don't have to automatically put romantic connotation to it. Relieve yourself of the pressure. It's just coffee and a shared interest.
Hindi dahil cute ang friend mo, crush/love mo na siya. This is the most amusing thing that hit me lately. People always assume that because your friend is cute or should I say, hot (because cute is a word you describe your high school crush while hot is a word you use to describe a hunk), "lakas amats mo na for repapips!" Let me just say this, at least from my own personal experience, I'm just nearsighted, I haven't gone blind. I can still appreciate God's creation! However, there will always be weird things, crazy things, stupid things that will keep you, believe me, from having a crush on him. First of all, you'd know his history with women, enough to judge what's good for you. Second, don't you just hate it when a guy who's absolutely always put together, who looks intelligent enough pronounces the word country as "kawntri" and the word mango as "meynggo." Call me crazy for judging a person just because he
can't pronounce these words right. I admit, I'm crazy.
Hindi dahil you hang out with each other most of the time, you'd end up being boyfriend-girlfriend. Self-explanatory... There are a thousand, no million different reasons why things don't always turn out that way. There is no one proven formula. For all we know, the reason why he likes hanging out with you is because he likes getting kikay tips from you. He probably plans on being kikay himself and he needs a mentor.
A dinner with a guy friend does not necessarily equate to a date.
Especially if you're paying for your share no. Hello? Three things to consider: the place, the topic and how the two of you actually planned to meet. First, how it was planned. If it were a date expect that he would ask you out at least three days before the actual date to give you some lead time, to give you the notion that you are not just a filler on his schedule. Second, the place. If it were a real date, the both of you would want real food and a place where you could really talk things through. Don't go out with a guy to a movie on Friday night if you're really serious about him. Going to a movie is more like treating him like a "filler" just because you had nothing to do on a Friday night so you might as well go out. Topic. Ha! You wouldn't be talking about chikang artista, chikang opisina or argue if the one girl's boobs are real or not. You would be probably talking about sensible, quite personal stuff.
loving a person doesn't mean it has to be romantic and loving a person for the rest of your life doesn't mean you have to end up marrying them. Can a man and a woman just be friends? I'd say yes and they should be.
Hindi dahil kinaibigan ka, liligawan ka na. Not every guy who befriends you has an ulterior motive. Get over yourself. Don't flatter yourself. There is a reason why he befriended you, but don't automatically assume that it's because he wants to be your so-called boyfriend. If this will be the principle you'll follow every time someone asks you to be his friend, you're gonna miss a great deal from the friendship.
Hindi dahil mabait sa iyo, nililigawan ka na. There are people who are naturally sweet and kind. There are people who are innately good and no matter how wicked you seem, they just find it so easy to be kind to you. It doesn't mean he is courting you. Don't put yourself through unnecessary stress trying to figure out if he's courting you or not. Because I think if he is, you won't have to guess, you'll know and you'll be very certain about it.
Hindi dahil he talks to you a lot, he loves you na. You don't befriend a person if you absolutely abhor him, right? Chances are you make sense when he talks to you, or you're probably very patient listening to him. The two of you probably connect on some level but why does it always have to be assumed to be romantic? Being two intelligent, mature human beings, you need to accept that it's nice to share a cup of coffee over a stimulating conversation, and that you don't have to automatically put romantic connotation to it. Relieve yourself of the pressure. It's just coffee and a shared interest.
Hindi dahil cute ang friend mo, crush/love mo na siya. This is the most amusing thing that hit me lately. People always assume that because your friend is cute or should I say, hot (because cute is a word you describe your high school crush while hot is a word you use to describe a hunk), "lakas amats mo na for repapips!" Let me just say this, at least from my own personal experience, I'm just nearsighted, I haven't gone blind. I can still appreciate God's creation! However, there will always be weird things, crazy things, stupid things that will keep you, believe me, from having a crush on him. First of all, you'd know his history with women, enough to judge what's good for you. Second, don't you just hate it when a guy who's absolutely always put together, who looks intelligent enough pronounces the word country as "kawntri" and the word mango as "meynggo." Call me crazy for judging a person just because he
can't pronounce these words right. I admit, I'm crazy.
Hindi dahil you hang out with each other most of the time, you'd end up being boyfriend-girlfriend. Self-explanatory... There are a thousand, no million different reasons why things don't always turn out that way. There is no one proven formula. For all we know, the reason why he likes hanging out with you is because he likes getting kikay tips from you. He probably plans on being kikay himself and he needs a mentor.
A dinner with a guy friend does not necessarily equate to a date.
Especially if you're paying for your share no. Hello? Three things to consider: the place, the topic and how the two of you actually planned to meet. First, how it was planned. If it were a date expect that he would ask you out at least three days before the actual date to give you some lead time, to give you the notion that you are not just a filler on his schedule. Second, the place. If it were a real date, the both of you would want real food and a place where you could really talk things through. Don't go out with a guy to a movie on Friday night if you're really serious about him. Going to a movie is more like treating him like a "filler" just because you had nothing to do on a Friday night so you might as well go out. Topic. Ha! You wouldn't be talking about chikang artista, chikang opisina or argue if the one girl's boobs are real or not. You would be probably talking about sensible, quite personal stuff.
in the beginning...
first, there was dsl access then came forth thoughts as myriad as the opposing forces of good and evil..
and then there was me.
and then there was me.
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