finger

This little finger I give to you, not the thumb; for a thumb is used for a "great" or "boo", a "live" or "kill", and none of which fits you. A thumb is far from the other four; that's what makes it easier for a hand to work. Thumbs up or down, surely I can give you more. But, I choose to give another finger, not a thumb for sure.

This little finger I give to you, not the index; I'm not making a point.The index is used to point out mistakes, to stress, and win a debate. Surely, you would not want to take that finger for yourself, would you? 

This little finger I give to you, not middle one. You would know what that is for, I need not state it all. Then again, the middle finger I'll use for those who play games and leave hearts to bleed as they inflict more pain.

This little finger I give to you, not the pinky. The pinky is the one used to start a count, aside from that I cannot think more about. It doesn't matter if you came first or not, what matters most is that I found you at last. This pinky finger is not for you, 1,2,3,4, I'd need five to continue.

This little finger I give to you, the most powerful of all that binds "me" and "you". This finger could build homes and tear it down at the same time, a finger I call "divine". I choose to give this finger I own, to you and you alone.   It's clearly named as you put a ring to it; you got it right, This ring finger I give. 'Til that day comes where we give our vows, I shall remain trustworthy of your love somehow. Though the road may be tough as we travel to that day, I promise you that I will wait and stay. This finger I give may you respect and cherish; as for me, I shall wait 'til we marry. 

Jannie

To Jannie:

I’ve known you for years already yet I can only write a few. Time was not on our side and I was not given proper opportunity to introduce myself to you back then. I admired you though, as a sister. You are smart and mysterious, that was the impression I had. Last year, it was as if fate brought us back together. I needed a big sister. Someone who would assure me that everything will be fine since “she’s been there”. It was a lot of heartache. It was really sweet of you; keeping up with my posts and giving me your best comfort. I had someone to talk with—a big sister. Luckily, I finally had the chance to have a real conversation with you—in person.

That day, at a famous pastry restaurant, we had our lunch meal. I found it amazing to be comfortable around you. You had that magic in you; making people feel at ease. I went freely with my sharing and you gave me the great advices. You listened very well and I felt understood. It was funny that we had a common friend to talk about though… I felt so “light” tagging along with you and talking about random things and eating at a public place. That day was never enough. I am glad it did not end there.

I shared a friend with you the second time we hangout. I was pleased that you two got along pretty well. We had fun, thanks to you. You are a good ice breaker. It was as if I was the stranger and you two were close buddies. Those days will forever be cherished by me.  Star gazing, hiking, eating, making desserts, video tripping, and lots of chatting—moments like these are priceless to me. And you made it even more FUN; worthwhile.  I liked it and because of you, I loved that other friend of ours. It was as if you glued me to him. I know you knew about my feelings, and you had your own “cute” way of letting me “spill the beans”. You are so cool.

I am an open book and you read pretty well. Of course, you read me your stories too. You’ve been through a lot of pain and regrets. But you asked me not to see it as such; you told me that all will pass and everything will be okay—in time. I saw how you turned weaknesses into strengths, failures turned lessons, and rejection became opportunities. I held my head high yet you knew that I needed support. Well, you gave me support in all my decisions. You are my big sister.

I wish you happiness, love and success. Though I know things are quite tough for us for now, may you never forget that I love you Ate Jannie and I am really blessed that I have you as my friend. I am sorry if I made you sad with my decisions, but I know you will understand. You always understand me and give me advices that kept me going.

Ate Jan, may you always feel love and share love. I will be your friend as long as you want me to. I love you and Happy Birthday.

From: Christelle

i.wait

I am thinking about my soldier. It’s raining and it’s cold here. I lay on my belly facing the laptop that my mom left us with. I listen to the songs on my playlist.  I think about him. I wonder how he’s doing out there in the mountains; conquering rebel camps, crossing enemy lines, sleepless nights, starvation, surviving, or even the thought of death. My heart weeps at the thought of losing him. However, I must remain strong and optimistic. All is well—he assures me.

I am thinking about my soldier. The one who I spent few days with; shared laughter, had moments of discussing dreams, and the like. I knew he has a good soul for he’s a gentleman. Though I knew him for only a short period, I feel like I know much already.

I am thinking about my soldier; that soldier who so bravely confessed his feelings at the moment I did not expect. On that first night, he loudly claims that he loves me and wants me to be his. Though I was caught in a rush, he gave me time to think and respected every word I say. He listened to my arguments and would sweetly rebut if he feels like doing so.

I am thinking about my soldier; the soldier who broke his SIM card and threw it in the sea. Seeing that he triggered my anger, he boldly got rid of his SIM just to prove his honesty and win back my trust. He almost cried—in my presence. It was humiliating yet I felt the opposite. I must say, he really made a scene there; and I will forever remember.

I am thinking about my soldier. He carried me on his back. I felt like a kid again and he allowed me. His eyes were hypnotic, smile—captivating, lips were innocent, and body—warm. He is strong yet gentle in every way. He loves to take pictures. He seizes every moment he could. He is funny and lovable.

I am thinking about my soldier. He left me and I guess he took my heart with him. He faces a battle that cost his life—and mine. My heart is with him. Days were filled with worries and tears as I think about him. He calls and would reply to my messages ASAP. He knows that I love to hear from him; so he gives his best to bring me love and happiness.

I am thinking about my soldier; it is never easy. I had my share for shedding tears and it is painful. I feel heavy whenever I worry. Though he assures me that he is safe, I still die inside at the thought of him—risking his life. Only his voice could calm me down, of course, prayers help indeed. Messages would come and go due to communication constraints.

I am thinking about my soldier. I love him. I miss him. I long for him. I know we shall see each other soon. I will make memories with him once again. It’s never easy to love a soldier but I love one and am being loved by the same. I wish we could forever be together. But until that wish comes true, all I can do is write five words for a beginning and continue collecting memories. I shall write this way until I can no longer remember.

I am thinking about my soldier… J

JAN 4, 2011 9:48pm KEA775

alchemist

“Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked.

The alchemist replied “because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.”

“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”

“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what is has to say.”

The boy’s heart began to speak of fear; at times it told the boy that it was satisfied: it had found love and riches.

“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”

“That makes sense,” the alchemist answered. “Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”

“Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”

“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you’re thinking about life and about the world.”

“You mean I should listen, even if it’s treasonous?”

“Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.

“You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you’ll never have to fear an unanticipated blow.”

One afternoon, his heart told him that it was happy. “Even though I complain sometimes,” it said. “it’s because I’m the heart of a person, and people’s hearts are that way. People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don’t deserve them, or that they’ll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly.”

“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist.

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse that the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”

He told his heart. “When I have been truly searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous, because I’ve known that every hour was a part of the dream that I would find it. When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I’ve discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seems impossible for a shepherd to achieve.”

His heart spoke to him later that evening; telling him that all people who are happy have God within them. “Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him.” His heart said. “We, people’s hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them—the path to their Personal Legends, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place, an, because they do, the world turns out, indeed, to be a threatening place.

“So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly we never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won’t be heard: we don’t want people to suffer because they don’t follow their hearts”

“Why don’t people’s heart tell them to continue to follow their dreams?” the boy asked the alchemist

“Because that’s what makes a heart suffer most, and hearts don’t like to suffer.”

The boy asked for his heart to please, never stop speaking to him.

“…before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we’ve learned as we’ve moved toward that dream. That’s the point at which most people give up. It’s the point at which… one ‘dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon.”

“…every search ends with the victor’s being severely tested.”

Remember… “the darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn.”

Life really is generous to those who pursue their Personal legend.

-I got this from Paolo Coelho's The Alchemist... I just want to share one of my favorite discussion.

violet

I saw a puppy, and it came to me: “Oh how adorable this thing is… I wish I could keep him.” It was leashed and a bolt secures a no-escape possibility. I wondered how it got there because I see no sign of its owner around. The puppy is a “he” and his name is Violet. Odd as it may seem, but I find him pretty amusing. I sat beside violet and offered him a snack; the pup refused and sat beside me maintaining its distance. It was as if he had been told not to entertain strangers. I was intrigued by Violet’s manner of greeting.

“Hi, Violet!” I said politely. He looked at me—tongue’s out and tail’s wagging. I gave him a pat on his head, down his back and gave him a tight hug. I was pleased because he allowed me.

“I’m Chris… are you all alone?” said I. He nodded, confirming that he is alone. Amazing! I thought to myself. I really want to own this puppy. He’s so cute and cuddly. I sat with Violet that day; telling him stories and playing with him. I wish I could play fetch or chase with him; if only I could free him.

“Hmmm, let me see…” I whispered as I try to find a way to unlock his chain and set him free. Seeing that I am planning for an escape, Violet howled and growled. He was telling me to leave him alone. He grind with his teeth and scared the hell out of me. I screamed and threw myself away from the bolt; away from Violet. I was crying because I got scared and I saw him give me a sigh as though wanting me to know that he did not mean to hurt me. I gathered all my stuff then left for home.

On my way home, I was thinking about Violet—why is he there? Was he waiting for someone? The night was cold and it was raining.

Morning came and I had my usual walk. As always, I brought my camera along with me, my mobile phone, a sketchpad, a pencil, music player, water and snacks. I love taking a long walk. I feel as if I am crossing dimensions and entering portals. My camera helps me capture discoveries, I sketch landscapes, and music plus food kept me going. Then, it came to me; I know this place. Violet is a few distance ahead. I wonder if he’s still there; if he’s all right. I marveled at the thought of Violet; being hungry and cold. So, there was no other way to clear my mind but to check him out.

There he was, sitting like a guard dog, staring at the vast forest. I went for a closer look and it appeared to me that he’s okay. I was about to turn my back and head for my “walk” but I can’t stand the thought that the pup was still leashed. I continued my pace and went straight to Violet. I must say he was surprised at my presence. I said “Hi” once again and gently approached him for a pat. He was warm—maybe he wants to make up for his rude behavior yesterday. I sat with violet and made him listen to my playlist. I was brushing my hands to his hair while I sing my favorite tune.

“Where’s your master, Violet?” I asked. Violet stood and stared at a path leading to a place I’d call “somewhere”.  “Oh” I thought to myself. Violet saw his master leave and was hoping for his return. I looked at his collar and saw full details: Name, Address, and a Contact Number. I told Violet that I could take him home. But he looked unhappy with my idea of setting him “free”. It occurred to me that his owner might have given him strict orders to stay and wait. “My…what a well trained puppy,” said I. I took a picture with Violet and left him some food. I had to continue on my exploration. I kissed him goodbye and left.

The rain came again that night, and I thought of Violet. Is he all right? He might be cold. I went out bringing a thick blanket, some dog food, warm milk, a flashlight, a used tarpaulin and an umbrella. I rushed towards the woods and looked for Violet. I ran as fast as I can and got myself bruised. Wishing that Violet would no longer be there, I felt tears fall down my eyes. There I was, catching my breath, I saw the leash; on its end was a poor pup. I felt pain. I positioned the umbrella and the tarpaulin to shelter Violet—it was almost as good as a tent. Then I wrapped him with the thick blanket to keep him warm and cozy. I fed him with dog biscuits and made him drink the warm milk. He was satisfied yet I saw his eyes struggle to see through the dark path. He was hoping that his master would soon free him. I tried to destroy the leash but I did not bring any tools with me. I forced the collar off on Violet’s neck yet I end up hurting him. I cried. I cannot help him. But Violet remained calm. I never heard him “cry”. I could almost hear his thoughts—“Master, please come back for me.”

The next day, I went straight to Violet. I brought some dog toys with me so that he can play. He was quite amused by the toys but I would still catch him staring, with his sad eyes, on the vast forest. “Violet, I could free you.  I can take you home to your owner. If only you would let me.” I spoke to him. Violet sat still. I took a closer look at the bolt—it’s one of a kind; a kind which can’t be unlocked by a simple hair pin or wires. It needs a key—a special key. No matter how hard I’d try, only one key could set him free. I scouted the place and looked for a key. I was not able to find one. This is me, acting stupid, hoping that Violet’s owner dropped the key somewhere.  Then I got tired. I am sitting beside Violet again.

“Violet, where’s your key?”

I tried to contact Violet’s owner but the line seems to have been cut.

Seeing that I was really serious about rescuing him, violet gave me a cuddle. I was surprised because he was FREE! I mean, unleashed!  “How’d you do that? All this time you could break free! Silly dog!” Then Violet gave me comfort and assured me that he’s alright. And I saw it; he placed the collar back to his neck and he was leashed again. It occurred to me that Violet was never under any order to stay or wait. His owner might have left him there with the intention to leave him. But this little puppy leashed himself and is now waiting for his master to set him free. Then again, he can break free anytime—if he wishes.

“Why do you wish to stay this way, Violet?” I cried. He has this magical way of transmitting his thoughts to my brain. “I want her to realize that she has the key. I want her to see me leashed. I want her to know that she owns me still. She might have left me, but I will forever be hers. Until I choose to leave. The key is with my master. Only my master could set me free. I need her to free me.” That was it. Violet is waiting for his master to return. She might have left him, but she never did set him free.

Leaving someone and freeing someone are two different things.

To Violet’s owner:

You still own Violet. You forgot to take off his collar. That collar you gave him has your name and address on it. That collar makes him think that you're coming back—that you are his owner.You might have left him but he’s waiting for your return. Only you have the key that could free Violet completely.  This pup is waiting for your return. He loves you truly. 

let.go

"If you love someone, you should let go."

People usually misinterpret the meaning of the verse; they let the person they love "leave". If you are one of them, clearly you do not know how to comprehend such meaningful verse. Read again: "YOU should let go."

When you love someone, let go of yourself. Let love move you. Do not push the one you love away from you; instead, hold them closer and never let go. If you are loving someone, be free. Free yourself from doubts and regrets. Do not let the one you love leave... if you do... then you do not love.

If someone is loving you, stay free; so as not to blame other people of that leash you feel tied on to. Let go of yourself and welcome love.

here.me

Here goes.

I love him. I still love him even though he finds it hard to love me back. It doesn’t matter to me now; at least he knows I love him. We live apart from each other; that’s why I’ll build a bridge for love.  I know he would insist that I live a healthy and happy life; that’s how stupid he is—he just doesn’t get it; the fact that he brings me happiness.

Here’s to you.

I love you. I wish you’d find love for yourself; not the kind of love where you build barriers to keep people away from loving you, but the kind of love wherein you share your heart. I know you can’t allow yourself to fall in love again; but I am not asking you to “fall”, I ask that you love again. Keep me while I insist to stay; I might leave when you least know it. It pains me whenever I get the thought that you think it’s fine if I leave. Then again, having that conversation with you…last night… I felt that you care—I know you care. You hate to lose me, but you also fear that you cannot keep me—at least not now.

Here’s to me.

Good luck. You wanted this. You had lots of chances to escape yet you choose to remain where you are. I hope he’s worth the fight and the struggle. I trust that you know what you are doing. Though I get confused sometimes, I shall wait for the end to come. May it end the way you wished for it to end. If not, you know we could always share a talk. I see that you love him and dreamed that he’ll feel the same. Just please take good care of yourself. I’ve seen you fall for the wrong ones a lot of times already. I hope he’d be different from them all, just as you try to be different from those who have caused him pain.

Here’s to friends.

Continue to be an inspiration of encouragement and comfort. Be there when things go shaky. Do not take sides and be an instrument of understanding, peace, and love. Blow the whistle when a foul is committed. Watch over them.

Here’s to us.

Live. Laugh. Love.

Dear.You

Dear You,

Hi. how are you doing? I'm glad to have known that you're doing quite well. As for me, I still am mending that broken heart of mine...the one handed over carelessly that it fell and got broken...do not worry for I am going to be alright. How's life treating you? Life is being sneeky with me...giving me this and that...asking me to choose between you or him.

I love you that I cannot be with him. I choose not to even if I know you'd let me. You see, he knew me for only a couple of days yet he was able to tell me that he loves me and would do anything for me. But you see, there's one problem...I love you. i can't love him back. Pretty sneeky huh? Damn Life's Game. At first I never admitted that I already am in love with you..but when that soldier came, I just knew that I can't risk losing you. I told my friend that I can't feel the sparks she asked me to feel for that soldier...I just can't. Because whenever we three are together, it is always you that I think about. I wish you were the one telling me all those sweet words... Yes, I know you told me that you cannot commit in a relationship...I am not asking for commitment...all I ask is that you let me stay. Or maybe, there was this tiny hope inside me telling me that soon, you will realize that there's nothing to be scared about in loving.

He asked for my heart...but I can't give it...because you have it...at your feet.

Tell me what I got to do...NO, i take it back...because surely you will tell me to go for him and that loving you is pointless because you cannot love still... I hate it when you tell me that you are "nobody" and that you are not worth loving because you are plain SELFISH. well, I am selfish too... I cannot accept NO as an answer...

If you want to push me away, give it your best shot... If you'd want me to stay...please...tell me... and I will.

I wish you'd tell me to stay... if you can be honest with me in breaking my heart, go blatant now and tell me what's really inside of you.

Do you love me? Can you love me? or am I just a friend to you...nothing more...

Please tell me now.

If you'd tell me you love me, I can wait for you...do not worry...I can wait...if you'd ask me to.

If you feel like you can never ever love me back, let me be. let me be.

Love,

Me

sad.ness

There once lived a young boy who loves himself so much. He started to travel the world in search for treasures and other worldly lures to satisfy his soul. He is happy and contented as he sees himself.

He had met lots of women on his travel yet he still can’t find love. You see, this young man once had his heart terrorized by gypsies and witches. He fell for a lovely young lady who beautifully went with him during travels; they share almost all the same likes. However, there came a time when he had to leave a place where they were and she won’t let him. She did everything in her power to restrain the young man from leaving and this brought fear into the boy’s heart. She wouldn’t stop. He had to go. She wouldn’t stop. He was afraid. She wouldn’t stop. He’s badly hurt. She wouldn’t stop. He had to kill her. He had to leave.

After such fearful experience, he dared not to love again. He had affairs with women but would no longer bring them in his travels. He would plainly enjoy himself then leave if he feels so. Years and years of travel equated to years and years of separation from love. And so, he went home to his brother. He lived with his brother and his brother’s wife. He witnessed the couple’s “mushy” moments and annoying arguments; he witnessed their so called love and is often sickened about the idea of being madly in love.

One day, his brother’s wife had a friend who came over for a visit. She is a widow. She is also an enemy of love; one who believes in “destiny”. She met the young boy and found him amusing. The boy also felt a shiver down his spines and a gush in his blood as he saw her; yet he restrained the emotions and said “hi”. The visit became frequent and sooner, the young boy found himself “wanting” to be with the widow. They went out, had a few laughs, enjoyed few trips, ate at various restos, and the like. Then again, they refuse to love each other. Of course they share something special, but it remained that way. And came the time where the boy had to go to a place he calls home; his grandfather died and he had to be there.

Reaching home, the young boy met with a friend. She is someone whom he had known for years yet spent little time with her. She was so persistent that he was forced to meet with her. She brought along a friend and they went to places. They did funny things like staying up ‘til dusk breaks, watched shooting stars, made desserts and a set of media entertainment. The trio went on quite well. Stories about love were shared and comfort was found. They are happy. It lasted on for two weeks and the young boy realized that being with his friend was really FUN. Yet the company had to end because he needs to go back to his brother’s place. The night ended with a tight hug, then another hug, and then a simple “Good bye”.

He knew he felt something warm in there yet he pushed it away; he thought about the widow—she is simply amazing. He wrote letters for the young lady he left back home; telling her stories about him and the widow, and she gladly replied with supportive insights. Until he confessed that he is tired of being unnoticed and would continue living his normal life—a selfish life as he’d call it. Months passed and he constantly communicates with his young friend. She finally decided to tell him all her emotions and he welcomed it as a blow. He went blatantly honest with her and told her that he is not ready for such commitment and told her that he’s on the safe side. It brought her pain—again.

This young lady was a victim of love’s injustice and he never knew about it. She had experience far more pain than he did but she still hopes for love to come to her life. He admires her strength for loving yet he apologizes for being too weak. Losing another love is painful for her… “What more can he ask for?” she asked herself as tears roll down endlessly. He was accused for the lady’s heartache but he pleads “not guilty” for the fact that he warned her even before she admitted her feelings. And so, she is left all alone to mend her broken heart.

What happened next? Well, I really don’t know…

katy.perry

it's one of my teenage dreams..to be called one of them california gurls...not wanting to see a peacock..

then again...i wake up... i hate waking up in vegas..

now, here i am; thinking of you, about that time when you confessed..saying, "i kissed a girl"..i was hurt...angry...furious... then, i realized that, because of what you did...it only shows... ure so gay and yet you are one of the boys... 

so shoot 'em fireworks...make me feel hot n' cold...again... i'm still breathing..though im lost..like a mannequin..self inflicted.. wanting to use your love.. my hummingbird heartbeat...fading..

i admit im starstrukk...and if you can afford me...ask me who am i living for...i'd tell you... the one that got away... the one who left those fingerprints...in my life...YOU.still.

photo from google search

add.vices

Some friends (man or woman) would usually ask me for advices regarding their “love life”. They usually start to complain about their partners being apathetic, insensitive, lack of quality time, effortless, and the like. They would spill their anger and talk as if they were victims of torture; as if their mate were always “wrong”. Then again, in the middle of the conversation, they would confess that they still want the relationship to be “strong”. Common thing that they look for in their relationship is effort and time… “If only s/he could be romantic…”

Romantic. No offense to ladies, but we are usually the ones who wants to have a “romantic partner”. Then again, I consider myself unique since I do not want a romantic person. Really.

I hate to dwell on ideals. I mean, usually, during courtship (not that I experienced any) guys are so sweet and irresistible—they know just what to do. Their efforts are pushed beyond borders that they can do or give the ladies anything they’d ask for. I’ve seen a lot of “love birds” fall in and out of love. I’ve fallen too—a lot.

So here are some random complains I usually get from friends.

“I wish he’d be sweet enough…” I find this funny. You see, a guy can’t be sweet unless he wants something in return. That’s a fact. It need not be something material in matter, it can be a game he wants to see, a thing he wants to do, and the like… If he is in need, he can be the sweetest guy ever. So, you need to make him want something…and it has to be random…then he can find a reason to be sweet.

“He spends a lot of time with friends than he does with me…” of course! He’s friends were there before you came into existence in his life; what do you expect? Guys keep friends closer than anyone in their world. Never ever try to make him choose between you or his friends. Instead, be a friend to him. It would be nicer if you are in good terms with his friends… if you keep him away from his friends, his buddies would keep him away from you. Guys hate it when their friends complain or whine about his lover…it gives them the headache. So, better be good to his friends, so that when you both end up in arguments, his friends would help to patch things up…and not cut you out...

“I wish he was his old self…” define old self? The one you got to play around during courtship? Well, play time is over. If you want to be treated the same way as before, then be someone whom he’d wish to court some more… don’t stick with the usual, be extra-ordinary. Besides, the only reason why he courted you was because you were “different” among the others…So, keep that uniqueness in you and never ever fall in the label of “ordinary girls”. Surprise him. Stay beautiful.

“He’s effortless…” Guys aren’t creative in thinking… If you want something from them, tell them right away. They hate it when ladies whine over “sensitivity”. They are already sensitive in nature… that’s why they easily get angry. So don’t complicate matters, TALK. Tell him what you want…It’s simple as that… a baby cries when hungry; you ask when you want more…basic.

“Our likes don’t match…” Should it be? Well, then like what he wants… if you can’t, then you must understand why he can’t want what you want (since you can’t also want what he wants…right?)… Get it? Sometimes, you have to try what he wants…then he might try to want what you want… J but don’t force him… you should be liking what he wants for the reason that you really want too and not plainly because you want him to do the same for you.

“It’s a one-way relationship… I do all the adjustments…” adjustments like what? Your guy would plainly blame the adjustments on you…”Did I tell you to adjust... I never asked that you do it…” Damn these boys… you do everything to make things work and they sit back and not give a damn. Well, maybe you need not do a thing…maybe nothing is wrong... you see, it’s like redecorating a living room… you sweat to make it look different by switching the furniture positions yet when people come in, it’s just the same old living room—nothing new. If you want something “new” in a relationship, then provide something “NEW”. Then you can get the attention that you want. J

“He’s too selfish…” hmm, and you’re not? Why do you say so? Is it because he can’t do what you want him to do? Or be who you want him to be? Now, who’s selfish? Selfishness can only be felt when you are deprived from getting what you want. Selfishness is defined as “looking after your own desire”; so, think again.

These are only few of the many complains I have heard from my friends. I usually ask them this question “What is it that you want to happen...do you want to keep him? Or let him go”. They would usually say “I want him to change… to love me…to notice me…” The answer is simple: “Make him love you and notice you...give him reasons to do so… but you can never change him…but he can change for you…”

Your head might be filled with thoughts like “Why must I be the one to do these things?” I’ll tell you why… because you’re the one who’s complaining, that’s why. If you don’t want to sacrifice, then get the hell out of that relationship—why waste time?

I am only giving random advices to those who want to keep the relationship alive… for those who proclaim that they are indeed “tired” of it all, I say LET GO. Get your life back; if you can’t let go, then do not complain. When you love, you don’t have the right to complain—but you can always TALK things out. When you love, it’s either you make things work, or you let go.

Loving is an investment… it takes sacrifices to make it richer… it can boost profit or end up in bankruptcy. 

Getting to know your partner is the most crucial part in building a relationship. You must KNOW how to make each other happy and what to do when s/he is angry…

I am so sorry if this article feeds a man’s ego…I am but a girl who gives advices on how to save a boy…

I hope you find this nice.