“If Heaven was a mile away, would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind? Or save it all for you? If Heaven was a mile away, would I fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH Before reconsidering, this Hell with you But It ain’t you it’s the things you do It’s tearing my heart in two I would of fell with you But to Hell with you”
—I don’t want a normal relationship.
That’s too boring. I want to argue because making up will make us stronger. I don’t want to always call each other baby and boo because that’s played out. Let me wear your sweatshirt. Play fight with me. Don’t let me win either. Tease me. Stay up with me all night and play video games. Take pictures with me. Tell me to shut up because I talk to much. Kiss me. Text me “Goodnight beautiful”. I want that kind of relationship.
An Open Letter to All TSAMU 2013 Attendees
Dear all of you,
First of all, I would like to thank everyone for the support that they have given to TSAMU 2013. Without you guys - attendees and participants, organizers and facilitators - this meetup will be good for nothing. Our efforts for this meetup are all inspired by our vision to make this meetup an enjoyable venue where people can meet new friends and learn that there are many awesome people in Tumblr.
And yes, even though my throat or tonsils or whatever you call it are quite rough right now, and some blisters, and some shaky legs, and some sleep deprivation because of the excitement and all, I regret nothing because by just seeing all of you happy after the meetup is all worth it. I am also glad that a lot of first timers had a great time, and that many found new friends.
Lastly, I have learned that no matter what we do, as long as we love doing it, we would never get tired. It is not organizing meetups that I love but the fact of bringing people closer together, letting them interact and talk and make friends, is what I will never get tired of doing.
Yesterday had been a very long and exhausting day for all of us, and that we got tired and some achy body, but at least, we learned and we grew up in our own little ways. I am really happy for all of you, guys, seriously.
Yes, for TSAMU 2013! I love all of you.
Emotions
The problem is feelings. Emotions. Not what is but how you “feel” about what is. We are our emotions. Thoughts create emotions. Thought can be brought under control.
Thought is mental talking. Once the inner talking is under control then emotion is under control and suffering ceases. Suffering doesn’t cease because things around us change it ceases because we have learned to control the thinking that projects these feelings onto our heart.
Then when we live our lives in loving kindness and compassion we become at peace with the external world. Whatever happens we acted with kindness and love. We are free from guilt or self doubt.
Twenty five hundred years of Buddhist teachings can be summed up in that paragraph,
Being a Deadhead is like being a professional wine taster and collector. We can tell you the year just by the slightest taste, we all have our favourites and our least favourites. Everyone recognizes a fellow member off the first glance. But most of all, no matter the year, brand, or taste, we all love our wine.
One day you’ll look at the black and blue outline
of maybe a city, and an oak tree horizon, silhouettes
composed of the air between you and everything else.
Bitterness you found comfort in like the turning of the season
and this distance, broken relative, will render no distinction to you, buildings can look like the most beautiful tree line from far away.
My apathy spoke to me once, it’s soulless, but I still turn to it
when you leave in the summer. In this unconventional home I can’t
seem to pack my bags to go West when all I have in my pockets are metal coins attached to whole lot of indifference.
I bought a 300 dollar plane ticket to ‘Heaven on Earth’ according
to that swollen necked travel agent, but you just can’t escape
tragedy by distance, my friend. And now I’m spending summer alone in an air tight shit hole motel, counting my fingers again.
5, 6, 7.
10, and 11.
I always skip ‘08 and ‘09 because those were the years I found Salvation in the South, despite my naivete I’ve never been happier.
But it doesn’t count, so I don’t count, and now I’m past a hundred and still going, ready to play the arsonist on every Motel 6 in the country for promising me a safe stay on my way to Route 66. If there’s anything I’ve learned you can’t promise things. You can try, and you can lie.
I return to that tree laden outline every year, trying to spot the differences between Manhattan and the Rocky Mountains, and every year the line get’s blurrier. I’m realizing that staring into the Grey was never about bark and steel, but how I’m forgetting what a black and blue Love looks like, so I’ll spend my time contemplating one hundred and twelve shades of Grey, calling it all the same, and none of them are right.
I'll know it's love not when
I’ll know it’s love not when
we share the same interests,
but when you sacrifice time
for me because I am more
precious than the limited ticks
on the looming clock.
I’ll know it’s love not when
I shiver from your deft fingers,
lust mistaken for young love,
but when “I love you” is not
just three words strung
together for my reassurance.
I’ll know it’s love not when
plastered smiles are forced
rather than from your heart,
but when I am intellectually
challenged and where you don’t
have to agree with all I say.
I’ll know when I’m in love
and that is not now.
Hiatus
5.25.2013
Dear friends, if ever you’re reading this right now, it means that I am already on my way to Bicol, and I would be in hiatus for less than a week or so. The posts that I will be posting in my blog is in queue so that I can keep my blog updated. By the way, you can contact me via my cellular phone if ever you need me for something or you just need someone to talk to. I will be leaving my number here: 09178369605.
And yeah, let us all keep safe, and let’s enjoy the last few weeks of our summer vacation. Keep smiling guys!
