Love Means

It was almost midnight yesterday when I sent a message to all my friends in my phone book. One second I was thinking about someone special, the next I found myself composing the bitter message I never thought would become so controversial. Yes, I found my note controversial that people started sending me messages regarding the message I sent. I didn't mean to offend them, or to make them mad, however, I just realized that, maybe, when they read the message, they realized that they are guilty of what I am saying. Pathetic! So here's the message I sent last night:

Love moves in a way that I can hardly understand. One moment, you have friends, the next, they're gone. love changes people and makes them forget the things that really helped them a lot. It makes them forget the people who are always there whenever they need help, whenever they are all alone. It makes them selfish, in a way that they no longer remember who their real friends are until they broke up. I can't help but to get angry at those people who are selfish , and so ignorant of what's happening around them. Love is not blind, rather, love makes them blind. Blind to the point that they stop caring, stop communicating, and stop being friends.

Expect them to be your friends whenever lovers have problems with their relationship. Expect them to be your friends whenever they need your help to patch things up. Expect them to be your friends whenever they need your help or some shoulders to cry on, but don't expect them to know you, to see you, and to treat you as their friend when they don't need your help.

Love is a scary thing, and loving is the scariest part of it. Why? It's because some people tend to love someone, and then starts to forget everyone.

If loving means forgetting people, then I don't understand why love is understood by everyone as an inspiration.

If loving means forgetting people, then I guess it's just best to forget about love.

After sending this message, lots of my people hurriedly replied. Some agreed, some just can't help but to get guilty. Ha ha ha! It's really pathetic seeing people get mad at you. Ha ha! It's because I really had no intention to make them mad, and yet, they found themselves guilty of the things that are really not charged against them. ♥

Why do Married Men?

Why do married men have to find another women to flirt with? Why can't they just stick with their wives? Do they hunger for more? Do they find their wives sex-life unsatisfying? Or do their stupid mother fucking penis wanted more?

Marriage is a special contract of permanent union between a man and a woman entered into in accordance with law for the establishment of conjugal and family life. It is the foundation of the family and an inviolable social institution whose nature, consequences, and incidents are governed by law xxx

It's understandably clear what this provision means, but I wonder why people do not value this word MARRIAGE. People nowadays don't even care whether one is married or not, all they care about is having sexual intercourse, pleasure, and LUST!

I wonder why married men have to find another women to flirt with. Well, maybe those men find their marriage lives undeniably BORING, but does that mean that they can resort into finding someone that can give them happiness?! I say NO! Whenever I hear stories about problems about family lives, marriage, separation and the likes, I just can't help but to be annoyed of the fact that those men can't just get enough with having one woman, which is basically, their wives!

I HATE MEN HAVING ANOTHER WOMAN, and I HATE THOSE WOMEN HAVING AN ILLICIT RELATIONSHIP WITH THOSE MEN, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ALREADY KNOW THAT THOSE MEN ARE ALREADY MARRIED!

Is concubinage committed by the man in providing the woman her own house or apartment but does not live with her though he regularly visits her thereat, at which time they engage in sex?

YES! I SAY YES!

WHAT IS CONCUBINAGE, you may ask, so here goes its definition!

What is concubinage?

Concubinage is committed by any husband who shall keep a mistress in the conjugal dwelling, or, shall have sexual intercourse, under scandalous circumstances, with a woman who is not his wife, or shall cohabit with her in any other place (Article 334 of the Revised Penal Code or RPC).

Fuck those men who commit concubinage, and fuck those women who are their mistresses! TAKE NOTE: I'm only mad at those people who are aware of what they are doing, and the people they are hurting! Why can't those women just stay out of an illicit relationship? Don't they even understand that they are destroying someone's family? Can't they understand the BASIC concept of marriage? Why the hell do they need to be so stupid when it comes to an illicit relationship?

I just can't let go of him, for now...

Well, maybe those women are really so into those men that they can't easily let go of them, but what the hell! Why do they have to put it in public? They are so proud of telling the public that they are happy with someone's husband! Don't they even know that every action has its consequences?

What if I killed or injured my spouse when I caught him/her in the act of committing sexual intercourse with another person?

The law provides that “any legally married person who, having surprised his spouse in the act of committing sexual intercourse with another person, shall kill any of them or both of them in the act or immediately thereafter, or shall inflict upon them any serious physical injury, shall suffer the penalty of destierro” (RPC, Article 247).

It's okay to love someone, as long as they don't hurt anyone, as long as their relationship is not an illicit one, as long as they don't break the law! I'm not the kind of person who's proud to know someone involved in this kind of situation, worse, I dislike them!

Saying Goodbye

I just realized saying goodbye is the hardest part in our lives. Why? It's because I thought I can cope up with all the changes that are happening and will be happening in my life, but I was wrong. I thought I was prepared to see people going away, but I was wrong. My Mommy's brother, together with his family, went away yesterday- Wednesday, November 25, 2009, to migrate in California. Their petition was approved and after a year of processing the papers and the likes, they left. I was smiling when they came here to say their farewell, but deep inside, I was carrying a heavy heart. I don't know, but it's just so hard to see the people you love go away. I know my Uncle is now happy because, finally, he's together with his mother, brothers, and sisters, and I don't have anything against that. I'm also happy for him. However, I just can't help but to feel sad because I was used to having them here. Even though they were in Bataan, I still know that they are just a little trip away that would cost me a hundred or so to reach them, but now that they are there on the other side of the world that would cost me a LONG hour trip and thousands of pesos (which I clearly do not have), I just can't stop myself from being sad. Every time I think about the time they were still here- busy preparing for their papers to process, eating together during breakfast, lunch, and dinner, watching televisions together, sharing laughter and jokes, drinking almost every night, chatting, watching them smoke, eating ice cream together (sometimes), using the laptop to chat with my Aunts and Uncles, convincing our Auntie to give us money so that we can watch the latest movie in the theater, and all the bond we shared- I always get so depressed and lonely. During the last movie we watched, courtesy of Auntie Baby, entitled 2012, I already told myself that I will make that moment the most of it because I know it will take years before I could ever see them again- personally. I'm a little bit sad now, but I know I can manage to be happy because I know they are happy too. I'll just think that they went to California for a long vacation, or maybe I'll just think that I was the one who went here in the Philippines to have a long vacation. It only takes a little concentration, and I know the loneliness will soon subside. Well, I'm looking forward to seeing them soon, and I'm hoping that our petition wouldn't take long enough to be approved so that I can hug them, see them smile, hear their jokes, watch television together, eat breakfast, lunch and dinner together, and to be with them.... again.

Love is...

Okay, so I've been active on writing blogs once more, and I noticed that most of my blog posts were all about love. *sigh* Another emotional being on the loose! Anyway, since I've been so open about my PAST love life, I think I should just share a little of my experience of love just years ago. I came to know this person whom, shall I say, not very familiar to me. This person's identity is a mystery for me because I haven't had the time to know this person better. We never met, actually. This person made me feel a "make believe" love. Why? Because I know my love for that person is a foolish thing to do. However, even though I know that what's happening between us is not real... *sigh again* Well, for me, it is real, because I try to treasure my moment with my someone special. Maybe that person did treasure it, it's just that destiny is against us. Destiny doesn't want me to be happy. I said on my other blog posts that I try not to expect things from other people, but I was really wrong. I realized I am not that strong, I still have glitches with my god forsaken life!

My love for that person is a REAL love. No lust. This person always calls me, and I liked it. I enjoyed the time we were exchanging stories. I thought that I was experiencing the THIS IS IT moment, but I was wrong. My foolishness came to its ending and I was left again with the sadness I thought will never linger inside of myself.