Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Symtoms of love
9. Just thinking about you puts the biggest smile on my face and my hearts beats faster and faster
8. Every love song i listen, i think of you.
7. I re - read all our canvas over and over again.
6. When we are together, i never want the moment to end, i want it to last forever and ever.
5. Whenever i am with you or look at you nothing else in the world matters. I am blind to everything but you!
4. I am on cloud nine just the way you smell.
3. Just by hiring your voice, i get butterflies and can't help but smile.
2. I miss you even before you leave.
1. I would do anything in the world for you since you are my world and my everything
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
My Canary
Once, during the early years of my adolescence, I had a pet canary, I kept him in a small cage, which I placed on the porch table. I never forgot to feed him regularly, a task, which I never entrusted to anybody else.
I remember the time when I used to sit there on the porch, just listening to his beautiful singing. Whenever my friends called on me, I very often showed them my prize canary with pride.
But one day, a terrible thing happened. After I had fed him, I did not notice that I had left the cage door open. In a matter of minutes, he was gone. My favorite pet had flown away, leaving behind him the empty cage, which I taught was so beautiful, and was not mere reminder of the happy days when I used to hear him sing.
My first reaction was to try to get him back, no matter what it cost. I saw him perched on the fence, his wings not used to flying over long distance. I immediately rushed into the house and got my air rifle. I was desperate, and the only thought that was in my mind was to capture the creature even if it meant that I had to kill him. Fortunately, I was too late, when I returned he was already gone.
I was angry at everything. I kept on telling myself that I was unjust, after all the trouble I went through taking care of the bird. I could bear it if I was to see him in the possession of another person. Maybe, that was the reason why I wanted to kill him rather than to let him fly away.
Days passed. One afternoon, just as the sun was about to set, I was sitting out on the porch. Suddenly, I heard him singing. I was surprised to hear it because canary birds are seldom seen there, and when you hear one singing, you cannot just mistake it for some other bird’s son. It is my canary singing.
I looked up and saw him, perched on one of the limbs of the tree. That time, I felt a longing inside me to have him back. He was so close yet it was so impossible to catch him. But the feeling quickly passed, because I realized that the song I was hearing was just the same as, if not more beautiful than the song that I heard from the cage. The song was still mine, mine to hear, mine to enjoy for a moment.
As I looked at the yellow bird high up on the branches of a tree, it seemed as if he was happier then, because he was free. He was still my bird, yet he was free. That was the time I began to realize that every bird can and does sing a beautiful song. Unlike before when I only know how to listen to the song of a bird in a cage, now I learned how to listen to every bird I hear. As long as I hear them, they were mine.
From that day on, I never saw my canary again. However, I was glad that he was able to escape from his prison because through that I was able to see the real value of possession. My property does not end at the place where the fence surrounding my house stands. A creature, as long as it gives me pleasure whenever I see or hear it, belongs to me.
My neighbor’s pet dog is rightfully mine if he wags his tail in joy when he sees me coming. Real possession can be mine to a greater degree than the master’s if the bond of friendship between that dog and me is greater.
Beauty can also be an object of possession. Even a spider’s web is a thing of beauty. Very often, I would watch spiders spinning their webs. I would be tempted to destroy the web. I think that it is in man’s nature to have sadistic tendencies. However, I would hold back my hand for i know that the fulfillment of my savage tendency is nothing when compared to the pleasure of appreciating the beauty of nature. Only then can I say that I am the richest man on earth.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Rules of Love
2. Kiss on the ear means you are mine.
3. Kiss on the nose means laughter.
4. Kiss on the cheek means friendship.
5. Kiss on the forehead means I comfort you.
6. Kiss on the neck means I want you.
7. Kiss on the shoulder means you are wonderful.
8. Kiss anywhere else means be careful.
9. Play around with Hair means can’t live without you.
10. Holding hands means happiness.
11. An arm around waist means you are mine/I need you.
12. A hug means I care.
13. Nibble on ear means start warming.
14. Smiling at each other means I like you.
15. Lifting up eyebrows/wink means flirtation.
16. Looking around means hiding your true feelings.
17. Tender kiss on the side of your lips means you’re mine.
18. Wetting your lips means waiting for a kiss
19. Tear drop means I’m losing you.
20. Crying means I lost you.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Letting Go
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Journey
Monday, June 16, 2008
Monday afternoon
It was a Monday afternoon when I sent message to my special friend and asking to have a dinner with me… I never expected this. I don't even know what to call these feelings...do they have a name? During our conversation I felt that I was afraid of losing you…
Friday, June 13, 2008
short trip
Do you believe in destiny? I asked this question because I experienced it… I always believe that love is a great feeling, mixed emotion, a very adventurous experience. I thought that I have had one way or another felt - love. Then, it happened unexpectedly. Two souls may do find each other. We met because we rode on the same jeepney going home after our work. The first time we saw each other we exchanged smiles and that smile led to staring with each other and that experience led to excitement then attraction. We exchanged numbers and sent each other text messages.After a series of exchanged messages each day I asked this individual to allow me to have dinner with me one particular time, it was the weirdest thing I ever felt. In that dinner, I stared and got a look back. It was instant connection. I felt stranded in my body. Something that I never felt in all of the dates I've had. Friday night after office is our first official date. We talked for a while and ordered our meal. We were having such a great and awesome time. Had a lot of stories to share with each other. And I asked if it is okay to go in a private place so that we may have a more private and intimate conversation, we sat down in simple but elegant living room in an exquisite suite. Talked for some time and we looked at each other. Then we kissed! My God, we kissed on our first date which I don't usually do.




