it's been quite a long time since i last posted anything at all... i've been really busy the past few days/weeks/whatever... but God has really been great to me... i sang at Padi's Point last Sunday and it turned out really great...a lot of people were there... i was a bit shy, yet i was able to sing well...hehehe...i sang...i did not just stand there (i think only my family will laugh at this...only they know about what i'm talking about)...anyway, we will be at the UP Aldaba Hall on June 19... you guys may watch if you want...

i'll write again some time... i need to prepare now... God bless y'all! Chill!

WHAT PEOPLE ASSUME LOVE IS:

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and 
is your voice caught 
within
your chest?
It isn't love, it's LIKE.

You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, 
am I right?
It isn't love, it's LUST.

Are you proud, and eager to show them off?
It isn't love, it's LUCK.

Do you want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's LONELINESS.

Are you there because it's what everyone wants?
It isn't love, it's LOYALTY.

Are you there because they kissed you, or held 
your hand?
It isn't love, it's LOW CONFIDENCE.

Do you stay for their confessions of love, 
because you don't want to 
hurt
them?
It isn't love, it's PITY.

Do you belong to them because their sight makes 
your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love, it's INFATUATION.

Do you pardon their faults because you care 
about them??
It isn't love, it's FRIENDSHIP.

Do you tell them every day they are the only one 
you think of?
It isn't love, it's a LIE.

Are you willing to give all of your favorite 
things for their sake?
It isn't love, it's CHARITY.

WHAT LOVE REALLY IS:

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?
Then it's LOVE.

Do you cry for their pain, even when they're 
strong?
Then it's LOVE.

Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch 
your soul so deeply it 
hurts?
Then it's LOVE.

Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible 
mix of pain and 
relation
pulls you close and holds you there?
Then it's LOVE.

Do you accept their faults because they're a 
part of who they are??
Then it's LOVE.

Are you attracted to others, but stay with them 
faithfully without 
regret??
Then it's LOVE.

Would you give them your heart, your life, your 
death??
Then  it's LOVE.

Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why 
do we love? Why is it 
all
we search for in life? This pain, this agony? 
Why is it all we long 
for?
This torture, this powerful death of self? Why? 
The answer is so 
simple,
because it's... LOVE. It is such an addictive 
thing that even people 
who are
not having it wish to experience it and share it 
with others as well.

Contentment is not having what you want... it is 
wanting what you 
already
have.
                

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i don't really have anything to write...i just feel like writing...and i don't know why...this is so not me...i mean, not having anything to write about...i do it everyday...i'd even do it every minute if possible...yet now, i don't really know what to write about...so,  i'm sorry if you might find this not interesting or senseless or whatever...

anyway, uhm...it's already half an hour past twelve (midnight)...i'm supposed to sleep early tonight because i have to wake up early tomorrow...we will have a rehearsal at the Center for Pop Music Philipines for a concert...it starts at 8:30AM and i have to wake up at 6:00AM...well, i don't really have any problem with that 'coz i wake up at 5:30 every morning...bodyclock...

well, i don't find this interesting anymore...i'm starting to bore myself as well...i don't know why i can't sleep...i guess i better end this now...

to those who read...i'm sorry...and God bless...

Future...Whose Hands Is It In?

            I Often hear people say, “Ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan” (The youth is the hope of the future).  I am part of that “kabataan” (youth).  For the longest time, I was made to believe that the future is in our hands...that we should work for the future...that we are the ones responsible for our future...that the future depends on who we are and what we do today.  Yes, I believed.  But, honestly, right now, I’m a little confused.  I went to an orphanage this morning...where I’m going to celebrate my birthday.  While I was there, I did not really think much.  I was just so stunned by the kids there.  Now, I’m thinking...thinking about a lot of things.  What if I was one of them?  What if, like them, I never knew my parents/family?  What if I was abandoned as a baby?  What if I was never told that the young is the hope of the future?  If the future is in the hands of the young, why aren’t they taken care of?  How do the parents of the abandoned manage to live their lives knowing they abandoned their child/ren?  How can the young work for the future when they don’t even know they have a future to build...when they don’t even know they are the hope of tomorrow?  How can the future depend on who they are and what they do today if they don’t even know who they really are?  And if no one lets them know what they are supposed to do?

            There are too many questions running in my mind right now.  Well, I guess my point is: How can we say that the young are the hope of the future when the young don’t even know they are?  The elders are supposed to mold the young into persons they ought to be.  They should be introduced to God at their very young age.  The young are supposed to be taken care of. 

            There are too many things I would want to do for them.  I want to take care of them...all of them, if possible.  I want them to know they have a future to build.  I want to let them know they are the future.  I want every parent to realize their responsibilities in teaching their child/ren.  I want them to realize that they have to let them (young) know they are the hope of tomorrow...that they have to mold them into persons they ought to be.  I want people to realize the importance of molding the hearts and minds of the young for a better future.  Not because of any other reason, but because that’s the right thing to do.  Ant that’s what God expects of us.

            I wish, hope, and pray that everyone be enlightened...that everyone may know the importance of teaching the young.  I wish all the young a better tomorrow.  And may there be no more children abandoned.  May love reign in the heart of every parent and of every human being.

The Art of Letting Go 

     It's over.  He is gone.  Why do we have to part while love is still there?  Why do we have to suffer?  Why do we have to cry when someone bids goodbye?  Why do beginnings have end?  There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.  In a relationship, the hardest things to do are saying goodbye and letting go.  It's as hard as breaking crystals because you may never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again.  More often than not, they who go feel not the pain of parting.  It is they who stay behind that suffer because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was.  At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.  Unfair as it may seem, but that is the way love goes.  That is the drama, the bitter-sweet risk of falling in love.  After all, nothing is constant, but change.  Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing why, without us knowing how, and we must forget not because we want to, but because we have to.  In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy, but in battalion.  It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eyes, and every breath you take always reminds you of him.  It is like a stab in the night.  Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing in your life.  Imagine, there are four billion people on earth, yet it seems you feel alone and empty without the other.  I don’t really know if it’s really worth calling an art, but letting go entails a special skill sparkled with a considerable space and time.  Time heals all wounds, but it takes a little push on our part.  Acceptance plays a huge part.  Not all wishes come true...not all love stories end with “and they lived happily ever after.”  Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control.  We have to suffer if it would mean happiness to others.  We have to cry temporarily.  We have to let go of the pain.  Every beginning has its end as every dawn has its dusk.  It’s something we can’t control, something we have to live up to.  Yes, it is over.  He is gone.  But life has to go on.  Goodbye does not mean forever.  There will always be something that is forever.  There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be said, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude, and promises will be fulfilled...Somewhere...Somehow...Someday...