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!
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.
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.
The Other Side
5.25.2013
And she drew a line on the sand. The waves were making a melancholic music in our background as it crush the nearby dead reefs. The sun was blistering but your words were as cold as a stormy day during school time, or a blizzard on a lonely night.
“So, this is us, and this is our line. Right now, we are on the other side - friendship, as what we call it. But, we can go to the other line, where we can finally call on what’s inside our heart. For what it is beating for,” you said.
“Lovers?” I asked.
“Yes. But on the other side, we don’t know what’s there for us. It might be a rough sea or a thorny path. We can’t assure bliss, as well as sadness or peace. This is love, and it is a war. And besides, we are not sure if we can cross back to the other side.”
“I don’t care.”
“Why? Are you not afraid?”
“No. As long as I have you.”
And it was the start of a long journey, of a thousand stories under the stars, of millions of laughter and tears that echoes on the coast of dreams, life and love.
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.
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.
