Love's HIGH & low

Love is an emotion of a strong affection and personal attachment. It may refer specifically to the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love, to the sexual love of eros, to the emotional closeness of familial love, to the platonic love that defines friendship, or to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love, or to a concept of love that encompasses all of those feelings. 

This is how wiki defines L-O-V-E.

Love's definition, somehow, varies from person to person; it usually depends on how and how much a person received love and how his/her love is being received. People may regard love differently, but sure thing is we live because we love and we are loved.

Love comes in different forms; the love you feel towards your family, friends, possessions, place, work, career, hobby, yourself and someone or whatever else you love. And hey when we talk about love, you will always have this special spot in your brain about ‘the one’. There is always this someone, a love to special someone. And you may admit it or not, this kind of love is the rarest love of all. In my case, I do admit it. No point of denying, it’s obvious, very obvious. Haha :D 

This kind of love makes you high. It makes you happy and inspired. Science says it has the same effect on the brain as taking cocaine. Oh well, this explains my being euphoric all the time. Parang adik lang!

Why do we feel good when we are in love?

Hmmnn.. We usually connotes whatever we feel emotionally as something as matter of the heart. But truly and scientifically, this has something to do with how our brain processes and reacts with hormones and chemicals.

When in love, you feel good and may be happiest mainly because of Dopamine and Serotonin. The combination of the two makes you feel exhilarating. Dopamine, released by the hypothalamus, stimulates ‘desire and reward’ by triggering an intense rush of pleasure. It also increases your energy and makes you need less for sleep and food. While Serotonin, released in the gut, contributes to feelings of well-being and happiness.

Well then, lemme’ say… Oh boy, I love you with all my hypothalamus and gut. Yayks! Sounds gross but that’s the truth. Whatever we feel, it’s all in the brain not at heart.

Babababababbbbuuuuttttttt….

If love is as exciting as a circus ride, why does some affair ends?

If it gives both the lover and the loved one a ‘high’ feeling of bliss, why does some relationship fails?

At the start, lovers can’t get enough of each other, but why do they end up saying bad things about their relationship?

It is sad when you hear heaven-made (or you thought so) relationships turned sour. Much worst if it was yours.

As we live, we continually give love and receive love. It is in loving that we are living. To love with all one’s heart and one’s whole being is the greatest human capacity, I believed. It is in loving that we find meaning of life. It is in loving that we are motivated to work. It is in loving that we survived even the impossible and hardest battles in life. It is in loving that we smile. It is in loving that we help. It is in loving that we care. It is in loving that makes what and who we are what and who are.

If loving is all these good things; why do we have to feel pain? Why does pain have to break in?

Because life is life. You have to taste all the flavors to savor life's goodness.

"NINDOT MAN SAD NG MAKAAGI KA'G BATI NA RELATIONSHIP PARA KUNG MAABOT NAJUD ANG RIGHT ONE, MAS MA APPRECIATE NIMO, MAS MA VALUE NIMO."

~quote & quote from PeanutBitter.

I paused for a while and think over the quoted line above. Somehow, it’s true. How will you know the best if you haven’t seen the worst?

At some point of our life, we loved and been hurt or we are loved and we hurt. 

You may be hurt so much before, but that doesn't give you the ticket to hurt someone who loves you now.

Be not be bitter with love. For its purpose is not to soiled you but to give your life a color. 

Love stories are not the same all the time as lightning doesn't strike the same place twice. If you have been hurt, maybe it is now your time to be loved genuinely. Don't hold back. Be brave to take risks. And if you love the love that loved you, appreciate it! Say something. Yes, I agree to "Action speaks louder than words". But I tell you, words without actions are sometimes confusing. Love, no matter how secure it is, also needs reassurance from time to time. It is not only action nourishes the relationship, words also do! 

Live. Love. Laugh.

Even if I don't believe in destiny, it sometimes seems that certain things are meant to be. Like how I met him. Haha. It was never planned. But I'd like to believe that it was written in the stars.

I thanked God for directing my way to cross his path. Echus!

After those low blows, I am now on high! yeah! adik.

Thanks Inspiration!

Young Love

One afternoon as I was enjoying my free time at the faculty room, a student approached me and politely asked if I could give her paper to her subject teacher. I said okay then she handed it down to me. I looked at the paper and I was literally choked with the title of her composition. It is nothing but catchy, fiery and so wagas. When I asked her if she may allow me to read the whole writings, she timidly smiled her approval. 

But this time I have not asked her permission to post her thoughts in my wall. (Will I be sued for this?)

Well, this write-up you’ll about to read is an adorned whining of an unrecognized and unrequited love of a second year high school student.
A SHE.
Her name will not be made known for the purpose of confidentiality.

Here it is. I hope you enjoy as much as I did. :)))

GUGMANG GIATAY (ooopppssss!)

Akong problema karun kay about sa lovelife. Nasakitan ko kay nagtinarung ko nga uyab sa iya na ang iyang gibuhat nako kay murag wala lang sa iya. Mura ra gihapon mi ug dili uyab. Iyang gi-promise nako nga dili ko niya binuangan pero wala niya nabuhat. Nasakitan lang ko kay na-busy ko ug hunahuna niya, unya siya kay na-busy pud ug hunahuna sa lain. Kung nakabalo lang ko na in-ani siya, maypag wala na lang nahitabo nga nagkaila mi. Ang ako lang gusto sa among relasyon kanang seryoso, dili bitaw dula-dula. Pero sa karun na wala nami, dili na lang sa ko mag-uyab-uyab. Kay mao lang gihapon ang paingnan masakitan ra ko. Pero wala pa jud ko ingun nga perfectly naka-recover kay nasakitan jud ko sa iyang gibuhat. Nagsalig siya nga gwapo siya, nga daghan agpakagusto niya. Kanang usahay magkita mi sa pantalan, mawalaan ko ug gana makigstorya niya kay feeling kaayo siya sa iyang kaugalingon.

Nasuko ko sa iyang gipangbuhat. Sayun ra siya moingun ug sorry. Dili pa nako siya mapasaylo sa karun.

Kelangan nga magtarung sa jud ko ug skwela. Dili sa ko mag-uyab-uyab para walay hunahuna-on. Ga-sakit-sakit lang na. Muabot ra man pud ang time nga pwede nako ana. Ayha na basta makahuman na ug skwela.

Atimana teeeeee! Nalingaw kos 'Na busy ko'g hunahuna nya, pero sya na-busy pud ug hunahuna sa lain." HAHA :DDD

hhhhhmmmnnnn... busy dadtow!!!

Maayo ning conclusion nimo Badat :) Skwela sa jud. Di man sab mo bagay adto niya. Haha. (sour-graping)
Gwapa ka. Tinuod na.
Dili kelangan nga naa kay uyab arun musikat ka sa skul. Dili kelangan naa kay uyab arun apil sa 'trending'. Ug labaw sa tanan dili nimo kelangan manguyab arun ma-enjoy nimo imong high school life. Ayaw'g ka-pressure sa imong mga friends nga naay uyab. Sila man na. Kung amiga jud nimo na silang tinuod, makasabot na sila dapat. 
It doesn't mean that you flock together you are the same birds. Gets? 

Do you have any question? None. Good. 

Good bye class!

Trolley!

“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” 

We three! The Trolley Bs! :) (Xanette, Shyr, Jays)

How could I make it through life without a sister?

S-I-S-T-E-R. 

She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child.

Kristine Sobil, my most beautiful sister. haha. my only sister.

i miss you this MUCH that i feature you in my post.

i remember when i was in college and you were in sixth grade, i happened to scan your notes and i was taken aback with what i've read. your journal entries shout so much anger and pain. you hated me so much. you even wished you have a different sister. i am hurt. who wouldn't be? i never knew that you have had an ill-will with the kind of relationship i had with Mama. i have tried to reach you out, sometimes we connected, but most of the times we clashed. there were square shoulders. cold wars. hapak. dukol. tuklod. bira buhok. hilak. bunalan/kasab-an dayun ta duha.

despite those clashes, of course since i am your sister, i am left with no choice but to love you. haha. love the unlovable! ;p

years passed, scenario's the same. we can get together, laugh together, eat together, watch movies together BUT the sun and moon will cry if we won't have a fight in a day. there were even times that i have shooed you away, but that doesn't mean that i love you less. and i know that even those times that you didn't want to talk to me, you love and care for me. chos!

when Mama was gone, i cried not only because of pain of loss but also because the only person i knew who will stand by me even in my darkest times will no longer be there. you know me, i am not that good. i am always judged wrongly. and the only person who saw the angel in me was Mama. losing her is like losing a home. a safe home. and it pained me wandering around like a stray dog searching for a safe place to hide in until we talked the other night. i've heard you cheering me up before, saying positive things about me and defending me. but the other night was different. that talk with you led me to a home i've been seeking for almost a year. biologically and chronologically, i am your ate but in many ways you've been an ate to me.

i just wanna thank you for laughing when i laugh and for crying when i cry.

Mama must be smiling right now. Ayun popo! 

IMY :/

I miss you when there's no reason, how much more if there is?

I miss you more when you text/call, how much more if you don't?

I miss you after i see you, how much more if i see you never?

I miss you now, how much more later?

What shall I do with all the days and hours

That must be counted till I see your face?

How shall I charm the interval that lowers

Between this time and that sweet time of grace?