you asked me why.

i remember the time when i was explaining to you how did i come up with my theory on the big bang. i can still imagine your face: amazed+alarmed+surprised+what's wrong with this guy?. i said, "the way things were created by the big bang, will still be the way things shall be destroyed; but in reverse."

i think it is human nature to ask for answer for every life's question. sure, when you were a kid, you keep on asking your mom why things are made as they are. and oftentimes we tag the question 'how'.

as human as you are, i understand why you asked me, 'why do you love me?'.

but remember that some questions in these world remains to be unanswered; no matter how hard the scientists try to trace the beginning of the universe, no matter how many physicists would collaborate to explore the possible combinations of the world's elements, we just need to accept some things the way there are.

and love. yeah. love. is one of the unexplainable myths of humanity. call me a geek, geeker, or geekest. but the following words that ill blog today is not a simple theory.

i dont know. i dont know why do i love you. i dont know why i think of you every minute. i dont know why im doing things unexpectedly just for you. you see, if i were able to answer your question, it means i dont love you enough. if i were able to answer your question, it means my love is dependent on reasons why i love you. it is just a simple analogy where, if those reasons are already absent, my love for you will be gone too.

so i love you for no reason at all. i dont love you because you look good, in the hierarchy of life, you know that somebody will be greater than the other. i dont love you because i need you, for years i've been depending on to my self. i love you because it is because (obviously this is grammatically wrong), and that's it.

i love you and i dont know why.

Love is Blonde.

One thing ive noticed here in the states is that they make fun of blondes all the time. they have this collection of blonde jokes in their brains that makes any boring conversation hillarious.

Q: What do you call it when a blonde dies their hair brunette?
A: Artificial intelligence.

See? Blonde = Dumb, No Brainer, Dense, Dummy, Idiot, Moron, etc. etc.

And one thing that i have in my minde is that Love is synonymous to Blonde.

Love = Is the state of being blonde; Dumb, No Brainer, Dense, Dummy, Idiot, Moron, etc. etc.


So when you say you are in love, therefore i conclude, you are Blonde.

words are like elevators.

im unstoppable. i do what i want to do. i say what i want to say. yes. everything. if i dont like you, i dont say 'i dont like you', in fact, i say 'i hate you'. well that is before. ive learned in my first year of corporate life, that someway, somehow, euphimism works for your own good. so no matter how stupid/geek/nerd/untrustworthy that officemate would be, i say 'you are bad, be good.'

words are like elevators. they can bring people up or down. it can cheer you up, or make you sad. its amazing how words affect our lives. how we communicate, though 70% of it is by being transparent with our gestures, is through complex arrangements of words.

i dont know what im really saying. but im aware that these are words that any english-speakling/understanding person would comprehend.

all i want to say is that i love you. no matter what. though people around you are elevators that has no way but down, i will always be your escape pulley to bring you up. so stop feeling low. and i hope these words made you feel ok.

the next time you eat saging.

Minsan nagtatalo ang mga saging kung sino ang pinakamasarap...

Latondan: Small but sweet ako.
Lacatan: Big and sweeter ako.
Saba: :'(

Nalungkot si Saba kasi hindi siya sweet tapos kailangan pang iluto, etc. kaya nagwalk-out siya. Habang naglalakad, nakasalubong niya si Brown Sugar...

Saba (to Brown Sugar): Nakakalungkot namang isipin na sa lahat ng saging ako itong hindi sweet at kailangang lutuin pa :(

Natawa si Brown Sugar at nagwika... (Inglesero)

Brown Sugar: It doesn't matter how good you are. What matters is how you make others special because of you. You made me special.

... and they live happily ever after. ;p

everything temporary.

we often say 'akin yan.'

well, sometime this morning, i pointed out to myself the things that i really own: wallet, ipod, 6680, 3210 (yes meron pa ako nito), this bed, this pc, and the list goes on, all material stuff.

i came to reminisce the happy times that im with the most important people in my life, those moments that i try to take ownership, those memories that im always proud to tell everyone, those instances that made me feel satisfied, contented, and nothing more to ask.

hell yes, i captured some of those moments with my cam, but never will i can say that those moments are really mine.

we often talk about our exes as if we own them before, theoritically, we cant own another person diba? talk about free will and liberty. even the emotions we felt with them: happy, sad, angry, anxious, jealous, cant be owned. emotions are like dreams, we cant say they are ours, sure we can remember them, but we cant take hold of them asa right or an asset.

the important thing in every emotion that we are experiencing is that we feel it. and lets be contented by that. nothing stays forever. and nothing in this world can really be yours, they are all temporarily yours. always for the mean time.

wag ka nang umiyak.

Wag ka nang umiyak, sa mundong pabago-bago
Pag-ibig ko ay totoo
Ako ang iyong bangka, kung nagalit man
Ang alon ng panahon, sabay tayong aahon

Kung wala ka nang maintindihan
Kung wala ka nang makapitan
Kapit ka sa akin, kapit ka sa akin
Di kita bibitawan

Wag ka nang umiyak, mahaba man ang araw
Uuwi ka sa yakap
Wag mo nang damdamin kung wala ako sa ‘yong tabi
Iiwan kong puso ko sa yo

At kung pakiramdam mo’y wala ka nang kakampi
Isipin mo ako dahil puso’t isip ko’y
Nasa ‘yong tabi

Kapit ka, kumapit ka

- sugar free

Tsinelas mong pambahay.

sa bawat araw na ginawa ng Diyos, hanap tayo ng hanap ng tsinelas. hindi mo man ito mapapansin, ang paghahanap sa pares ng iyong tsinelas ay isa sa mga paulit ulit mong ginagawa pag gising sa umaga. kadalasan, natatandaan mo kung saan mo ito iniwan. Minsan naman, hindi mo alam kung san mo ito nalagay. Pero sa bawat galaw mo, sa loob man o sa labas ng bahay, kailan mong suotin ang iyong tsinelas.

tsinelas. dalawang kapirasong goma na swak na swak sa dalawa mong paa. ang pinaka komportable mong sinusuot. walang stress. simple. abot kaya.

sa lahat ng mga tsinelas na ginawa ng bansang china, iisa lang ang paborito mong tsinelas na pambahay, di ba? iisa lang ang nakakabit sa iyong dalawang paa kahit saan ka pumunta, iisa lang ang nagbibigay ginhawa sa iyo mula sa pagdating mo galing skwela o opisina. kahit saan ka man pumunta, anjan lang ang tsinelas mo, naghihintay kung saan mo man ito huling iniwan.

gusto kong maging tsinelas mong pambahay.

gusto kong ako ang hinahanap mo tuwing umaga. at maghihintay sa iyo hanggang sa pag uwi mo sa gabi, hindi ako aalis sa kung saan mo man ako iniwan.

alam kong marami kapang tsinelas na sinusuot. meron ka ding mamahaling sapatos na iba't iba ang disenyo. pero ako pa rin ito, ang simple mong tsinelas. ang pangunahing pangangailangan mo sa tuwing pagod ka.

kaladkarin mo ako kahit saan. saktan mo ako. sa tuwing ginagamit mo ako, napupudpod ang gomang kung saan ako gawa. pero ayos lang. tandaan mo, kung saan ka man mapadpad, kasama mo ako, at napudpod ang pagkatao ko para lang sa iyo.

suotin mo ako sa mga oras na nakapambahay ka. alam ko na sa kabila ng iyong tagumpay sa buhay, suot mo ang naggagandahan mong sapatos. pero ang mas mahalaga, sinusuot mo ako sa mga oras na ikaw ay ikaw. ako ang totoong may nakakaalam ng tunay mong pagkatao. ang pagiging tsinelas ko ang maglalapit sa katauhan mo at katauhan ko.

gusto kong maging tsinelas mong pambahay. na sa tuwing sinusuot mo ako, masaya ka at walang problema. gusto kong maging pinakakomportableng bagay sa buhay mo. ako ang magbibigay sa iyo ng ginhawa sa kabila ng iyong pagsusumikap sa buhay.

kahit saan ka man pumunta. kahit gaano ka man katagal bago bumalik. ilang sapatos man ang bilhin mo. ilang tsinelas man ang kahawig ko.

ako ang iyong tsinelas pambahay.