ayon kay joi (b.s. nutrition :D), bitter gourd daw sa english ang ampalaya
Love is powerful; more commanding than what Hitler could do, or how the great Zeus ruled over Ancient Greece. The funny thing about it is that, love is but a feeling: nothing more, nothing less.
Currently the word "love" itself doesn't have any significance for me. Call me bitter, but it is just what things are for me right now. Being a consistent member of the N.B.S.B. (No Boyfriend Since Birth) society, it was difficult for me to understand why people need a "special someone" in their lives when all they do is just whine when they have fights, or sob for a week when they’ve broken off. I simply can't comprehend the fact of why a couple should spend the rest of his/her day with his/her boyfriend when all they do is cuddle and hold hands. Or even worst, after spending the whole day with them they can't get enough of each other and talk on the phone till midnight.
I am not saying that I am totally against love, though I define love as somewhat "stupid." I admit that I have fallen in-love with someone during my highschool years, and right now I am falling in-love with someone whom I know can't be mine after all. But I really just can't get the fact of why should we let this "feeling" dominate our lives. It doesn't define who we are (I refer here to the form of love as boyfriend-girlfriend relationships). I would have to say that at times, I get irritated when friends narrate stories of how they know this couple who enlisted on the same subjects for the whole semester; or either how a guy wanted his girlfriend to wait for him to graduate so that both of them could march at the same time. I would say those are simply pathetic.
Why should a person let himself be eaten by such a feeling when he is even much greater than it? Why do people have to feel that the world will end when they are broken-hearted? I am not saying it's immoral to cry over it, but for a person to become so useless and do nothing else the whole week but to dry his bed with tears, that is just way over the bar.
I don't know. If people would get a piece of the things I've written here, someone might just stab me while I'm walking back to the Women’s Dorm. Nevertheless, I don't want anybody to take these things that I've said for granted. These are just the instances that bug me about love, and not for anyone to take in.
Who knows? Maybe someday, if ever I would finally meet that "special someone," my perspective might change. But for now, I'd rather stay single and look at love as still somewhat "stupid" in the weirdest sense. And if ever it bit me, I hope that I won't let its power run through every vein in my body.
Well, that's unless the person whom I love right now would love me back as well.
*edited from SOC 130 rxn paper: 29 September 2004
Currently the word "love" itself doesn't have any significance for me. Call me bitter, but it is just what things are for me right now. Being a consistent member of the N.B.S.B. (No Boyfriend Since Birth) society, it was difficult for me to understand why people need a "special someone" in their lives when all they do is just whine when they have fights, or sob for a week when they’ve broken off. I simply can't comprehend the fact of why a couple should spend the rest of his/her day with his/her boyfriend when all they do is cuddle and hold hands. Or even worst, after spending the whole day with them they can't get enough of each other and talk on the phone till midnight.
I am not saying that I am totally against love, though I define love as somewhat "stupid." I admit that I have fallen in-love with someone during my highschool years, and right now I am falling in-love with someone whom I know can't be mine after all. But I really just can't get the fact of why should we let this "feeling" dominate our lives. It doesn't define who we are (I refer here to the form of love as boyfriend-girlfriend relationships). I would have to say that at times, I get irritated when friends narrate stories of how they know this couple who enlisted on the same subjects for the whole semester; or either how a guy wanted his girlfriend to wait for him to graduate so that both of them could march at the same time. I would say those are simply pathetic.
Why should a person let himself be eaten by such a feeling when he is even much greater than it? Why do people have to feel that the world will end when they are broken-hearted? I am not saying it's immoral to cry over it, but for a person to become so useless and do nothing else the whole week but to dry his bed with tears, that is just way over the bar.
I don't know. If people would get a piece of the things I've written here, someone might just stab me while I'm walking back to the Women’s Dorm. Nevertheless, I don't want anybody to take these things that I've said for granted. These are just the instances that bug me about love, and not for anyone to take in.
Who knows? Maybe someday, if ever I would finally meet that "special someone," my perspective might change. But for now, I'd rather stay single and look at love as still somewhat "stupid" in the weirdest sense. And if ever it bit me, I hope that I won't let its power run through every vein in my body.
Well, that's unless the person whom I love right now would love me back as well.
*edited from SOC 130 rxn paper: 29 September 2004
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