When does love end? *re-post*

Saturday, June 13, 2009 at 1:16am (from my facebook account)



I won't answer questions but ask them straight from point to point.

What is the line that should not be crossed when loving someone?

Is it the family sore spots?

Is it the relationship with other friends (of the other party)?

Is it the bad habits?

Is it the past relationship stories?

Is it when they hurt you (physically)?

What is it?

If love is something abstract, and something that varies from one point to another,
is there a common denominator in between of those similarities in terms of not knowing what it is...
but on knowing what it is no more?
like... when it ends?

Is it you who sets what love is?
So does that make you have the power to set the bar for how long is enough?
Was your criteria influenced by the right people?
by the right principles?
but then again... who sets what is "right" or not?



But then again, when is it over?

Is it a sudden outburst of courage to cut ties?
To finally stop the sudden impulses of the ridiculously horse pumping of the heart?
To finally stop talking?
To finally stop seeing each other?
To finally look for another?

Usually people tend to say that love ended when you've moved on....

But is it Love that ended... or just the relationship?
Is Love and Relationship a necessity to promulgate the meaning of each word?

I can't really say....


I don't know the answer on when it ends nor on when it starts...
but maybe...
just maybe...
"Moving on" isn't the right term to say it ends here...
but maybe....
might be....
that it is...

"Moving Over" - the phrase that cherishes the past and getting ahead of it....

Re Posted: double sided win-lose situation: COD @ Event's Incorporated

Sunday, August 30, 2009 at 4:21am (Facebook account)

Final Round for Event's Incorporated: Top Party School
Event date: August 29, 2009
Venue: Manor club




COD Lost.


That was the outcome of the month long contest that we've been participating in for Qtv in their show Event's Incorporation.

But even days before the final pitch we were already weighing our options into joining the contest.

You see IF WE WIN we will have such great honor of really working with Tim Yap longer and more exclusive. Qtv will pay for all the expenses, we'll be the champions and beating the top3 universities in the Philippines. Plus longer exposure in tv. lol

But the consequence is that we'll work our assess really hard if we win and divides our attention for our 12th DLS-CSB MUN.

And IF WE LOSE we will be more focused for the MUN, less hassle, less additional expenses, and less stressful days to come.

But we will not be the over all winner, no extravagant event, and our television career is over (lol).


And a few hours ago at Manor Superclub in Eastwood
such double sided win-lose situation had it's final judgment.

And we had the easier road I'd say.
Losing actually brought relief and peace to me.
It's like something big was removed from my back...

I do yes a little bit regret it. But I think UP in their presentation also deserved the win... (di naman sila tri-sem eh.... mas busy tayo.. *ay bitter!).....
Since yesterday I had 4 hours of sleep and 26 hours of no solid food (or any food)... just water... oh di ba ramadan...
I guess that's where the regret comes from... but just a bit... (contingency plan na lang!)

We after all learned a lot from the experience and we'll never forget such tummy fulfilling buffet at Dusit Thani hotel. All of it was worth all the trouble and effort. It just happened that we came a little bit off short....

We love the Qtv Event's Incorporated crew! and we love Tim Yap along with Robby Carmona for teaching us all the great ideas of being an "eventology"...

it's a loss worth of a standing ovation....
I'll never change any of it.

LOVE NENETH's, DOM and ANNE's DOGs! n_n

We are of a Broken Family (original)

I came from a broken family.

though not literally but substantially we are.

My parents are not divorced.

My parents are not annulled.

My parents are not separated.

Well... at least they are not in a literal sense.


The only thing that they are, are:

They don't sleep together.

They won't go home if the other is at home.

They always fight.

They don't talk.

They don't consult one another.

And the love they before had is no longer available.


One of them doubts the other.

One of them critics the other.

One of them annoys the other.

One of them condemns the other.

What one does to the other,

the other does the same to that 'one'.

Our family is of a broken family,
though not literally and legally...
but that's just how it is...

and this made me broken as well...

My two faces (original short narration)

I have two faces.

One was part of the past, the other impart with the present and maybe of the days to come.

My face in the past needs no glittering colors. The other faces that surrounded me gave their

trust and loyalty. They believe to the things that I can do. They make me a shepherd and I

tried to be a good one. They know the times when I cry both of joy and sorrow. My face before

has no wrinkles nor blackheads. It's pure. Both of wrath, loneliness and sorrow. There was

one time when I tried to change that face towards them. They resent it, urging me to go back

to the same old face I carry. They look up to me, they appriciate me... and their words are

always true, no hypocracy can be hinted. I miss wearing that face... a face part of my past.


My other face which I carry to day and who knows when will it end, has lots of make-up from
the forehead to the very jawline. With eyes marked with black underlinings, with the eyelids

painted with different colors for each different days..., with cheeks tinted with round red shape,

and with lips pinkish and shimmering. All these I put to my face that's once so pure to cover

the old one, just like what most insects do, put some color and the one being threaten

becomes threatened. Thus, unconsciously, the new faces that surrounds me condemned me.

It's not like I want to be condemned, it's just that I am afraid of them... I cannot distinguish the

heartfelt praise to a deceitful verbose compliment.


I want things the way they were. But I know that can only be possible in dreams... dreams

that hunts me at night when I wear the same old face,... of pureness and happiness... with a

little morning glory at my eyes both due to joy and sadness.

Trapped (original poetry)

(original)

Vast plains, taciturn wind,
raging sunlight....
sitting over the high grass
a woman tarnished over age
sat quietly and blankly.

What joy could it be
to travel across these plains!
To a direction afar up to
where the woman stares.

Where high golden grass grow,
insects hum its silent song,
leaves falling over the river's stream
and talking creature, living
to their life's extreme.

Places of different sceneries,
people with different stories...
Thus, making the woman sob
over the feeling of remorsed envy,
that ignited the blue flame
found deep within her
sole....