God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You

Yeah....

Oh yes

Ohhh..yeah..

Can this be true?

Tell me can this be real?

How can I put into words what I feel?

My life was complete

I thought I was whole

Why do I feel like I'm losing control?

I never thought that love could feel like this

And you've changed my world with just one kiss.

How can it be that right here with me

There's an angel?

It's a miracle...

Your love is like a river

Peaceful and deep

Your soul is like a secret

That I never could keep

When I look into your eyes

I know that it's true

God must of spent...

A little more time

On you...

In all of creation

All things great and small

You are the one that surpasses them all

More precious than

Any diamond or pearl

They broke the mold

When you came in this world

And I'm trying hard to figure out

Just how I ever did without

The warmth of your smile

The heart of a child

That's deep inside

Leaves me purified

Your love is like a river

Peaceful and deep (and deep)

Your soul is like a secret

That I never could keep

When I look into your eyes

I know that it's true

God must of spent...

A little more time

On you...

Viejos Amigos

“Many have said goodbye, only few remained.”

I have met strangers who became my friends, friends who turned out to be special friends and there were also strangers who remained strangers. Any of the three, most of them bid goodbye. I thought it only happened with my boyfriends but unfortunately this sequence of events happened with some of my girlfriends too. The reason why is still unclear to me up until now.

I chose the kind people I let walk into my life. I chose them perfectly so as to become rightful or deserving to be called my friends. AN ASSUMPTION.

I happened to bump pictures of old friends with the help of the social network FACEBOOK of course. (I’m not sure if it’s an advantage to have an easy peek of accounts of other people.) I smile upon seeing those photos which lead me to saying these words, “Well, I guess you have settled into an uncomplicated life with someone now. Good.” GOOD the sound of the word echoes. Yeah, GOOD. But how good is it when our friendship is gone. Should I still be putting a smiley on my face? I don’t know. Maybe time would tell if that friendship is still worthy to rekindle.

And there’s another old friend which I don’t want to remember I made friends with. It’s because the animosity is still there. And pretending that I am happy for you is such dangerous trickery and I chose to refuse. The friendship I had with you is at stake and I doubt if it could survive on its own.

There was also an old friend I had an argument with. Our closeness went into sisterhood and it never came to my mind that it would end like a sibling war, an unimaginable war that sure had devastated our friendship. I dread that day it happened. I fear it even today.

There were also group of friends I met before. A mix of shame and gladness come into my mind every time I remember those faces. I was glad of the affection showed by everyone but shameful of it at the same time. I don’t want to visit that scene anymore.

Wasted friendship perhaps brought me into few close friends. A selection I never regretted. But I could not stay away from those old friends who were once significant to me. I don’t know what happened back then. I understand why people come and go. The thing that I cannot fathom is when people go and they left us with either pain or hatred.

A Prayer When It Looks Like You Have Failed

Lord, are you trying to tell me something?

For:

Failure doesn't mean I'm a failure.

It does mean I haven't yet succeeded.

Failure doesn't mean I have accomplished nothing.

It does mean I have learned something.

Failure doesn't mean I have been a fool.

It does mean I had enough faith to experiment.

Failure doesn't mean I've been disgraced.

It does mean I dared to try.

Failure doesn't mean I don't have it.

It does mean I have to do something in a different way.

Failure doesn't mean I am inferior.

It does mean I am not perfect.

Failure doesn't mean I've wasted my life.

It does mean I have an excuse to start over again.

Failure doesn't mean I should give up.

It does mean I must try harder.

Failure doesn't mean I'll never make it.

It does mean I need more patience.

Failure doesn't mean you have abandoned me.

It does mean you must have a better idea!

Amen.

By Rev. Robert H. Schuller

Haunted

It was Saturday morning when I woke up with a tear around the corner of my eyes. Half- awake, I wiped it, hoping the dream I had will not remind of me what really happened between you and me.

Yes, I can vaguely remember the scenes of that gloomy place. I can’t picture that dim face you had. I’m not sure whether you’re angry or crying. But what I cannot forget was the intense feeling I had standing in front of you. Hatred. I clenched my teeth. It happened again.

Why is your memory clearly painted in my mind? I asked myself again. How I wish it was our good memory but it was not.

In my dreams there were screams, blows, insults and tears. You were there standing, frozen. Your eyes begging forgiveness but I just turned around because I can’t. Instead, I held my hand close to my chest and uttered, “I’m sorry I cannot forget the pain easily. I cannot forget you just like that”.

Without saying a word, you left. And there was silence. Your silence hurts even more.

Your absence brought me to deep contemplation. How come you cannot offer me the loyalty of friendship? You even refused to give me the loyalty of your love. You took away both pieces, the only reasons why I still have hope.

I have forgotten you. I thought you were dead. Well I assumed you were. It’s better to accept death to be the reason of your desertion than to think that you have simply forgotten me because of her. “ OF HER” – Damn! Who is HER? No need to tell me. I wouldn’t want to know.

Enough of your haunting. Please stop besetting me. I can no longer point the difference between a dream and reality, because in both worlds you are there. Leave me alone and never come back for I want to live without being scared even when your shadow appears.

You have found your happiness, spare me my share.( Jerk! I don’t have to ask you that. I don’t owe you in the first place, I murmured.)

I clenched my teeth. It happened again.

The sun is up now, illuminating my window. I stood up. It was a dream.

Dream

And I thought I was just dreaming. It was surreal. Before it was a dreary vision. Intangible fantasy. Now it's coming and there's no way you can stop it. You may try but you will never triumph because I can't and I won't allow it.

Let me dream the dream I dream for myself. Permit me to touch it. To Taste it. To embrace it. To live with it. You can dream with me but please forget the intention of breaking it, of crushing it.

No..No..No!

I had a lot of moments and this is among the erratic circumstances I encountered, this time giving me a piece of happiness and satisfaction - "the only difference".

Make a way..make a way for I am coming. Turn on the lights for I will take the center stage. Put your hands together and say " Bravo" for I really need those word as of this moment.

Finally, let me continue to dream. I'm just taking the initial step.

FYI-- I'm not over yet so please don't wake me up!

^___^

MiDLiFe

I’m 23. (Turning 24 in November this year), the age between teenage years and adulthood. I don’t know if I am really a grown up now. Maybe I have matured in some ways. But there are some points in my being which I am doubtful about. My indescribable personality is still a struggle not only for me but also for other people (but I don’t think they notice that). It sounds a comfort for me to say that I am really a struggle because I define myself that way. But just like they said nobody knows you better except yourself. My definition of me lies in my own hands.

I have encountered beautiful and blissful events in my life as well as ugly ones which were the most unforgettable. I have made hasty decisions which made me felt sorry at the end. I convinced myself that those decisions were part of growing up. And yes, true enough as I grow up every day I made more wrong decisions one after the other. And I’m afraid I’m haunted again by the same mistake. Could this be possibly another good shot of a wrong decision? Could this be one of my first-rate errors? I don’t know. I’m trying to gather all my courage to say that this is indeed part of growing up. And if it really is, I should say growing up is one sure hell of pain in the ass.

Right or wrong, I’m stuck with my decision.

I’m not certain if I have the right to rant about the misfortunes I’m experiencing and the nasty feelings I’m feeling today. It was my decision and I am positive of that decision the first time I had a thought of it. But the boldness I had back then was slowly vanishing, getting out of my hand. Things seem out of control and not according to what I wanted to be. The question whether the problem is me or the world is pathetic. When the light of hope strikes me I’m confident that it’s there but when I don’t have a grasp of it, it isn’t really there. Zero. Nihility.

At this point, I’m definite of what I want to happen in my life. I had it plan a long, long time ago. I already had a clear picture of what my life would be in the future. And the mystery of its realizations is yet to unfold. When will it happen? I hope the answer is soon. VERY SOON. Because I cannot dare to live my life staying like this, trapped and bored. I want to see myself doing more than just writing sentiments. I don’t just want to see what is beyond the end of the rainbow instead; I WANT TO STAY AT THE TOP OF THAT COLORFUL RAINBOW. The song tells me, “I try to see the good in life but good things in life are hard to find”. Yeah! Life is not easy, it will never be, but there’s no way I’m giving up. Not now, not tomorrow and certainly not until I see myself stubbornly smiling, saying these words, “C’mon, Life beat me!”.

Reasons (λόγους)

Date: January 18, 2011
Time: 11:00 Am
Location: Caloocan; in my new room

It’s only been 15 days away from home and being stuck in this new, challenging place – METRO MANILA. Looking back, I can’t wait to be in this place and start a life on my own. Well, the feeling hadn’t changed that much, I’m still excited, (a bit scared though). I have four main reasons why I decided to flee. 1. To realize my ambitions, 2. To learn how to live independently, 3. To teach myself how to live life the hard way and 4. ESCAPE (which is the hardest and ambiguous one).


ONE. To realize my dreams.

To those who know, to those who don’t know and to those who judge me as being “AMBITIOUS”, I won’t argue because it is the truth.” I am ambitious” I always tell myself. I want to achieve something great, someone who can be an inspiration – the rags-to riches-kind of stuff - , someone whom I can tell to my future grand children that I am a product of sweat and blood. By then, I can retire and be proud of myself. But before all these things could happen, I still have to wrestle with reality. I have to say it’s hard and there are times I want to give up because the cliché “ it’s unfair” always strikes at the very moment that I am at my weakest. But when my ego is being restored with the help of a big sigh and a prayer of course, I’m back to track for the nth time. This could be a tiring scenario but it makes me feel alive and I whisper, “ THIS IS LIFE, I’M GOING TO LIVE IT THE WAY GOD WANTS ME TO.” A psychological and spiritual therapy and hey, it always works. =)

Today, I think of getting a permanent and satisfying job. After that, I will go to school again and have my master’s degree. Soon, I will have my own house, my own car and I will have all the luxury to travel the places I dreamt of. Yeah! I wanna be a billionaire so freakin’ bad.


TWO. To learn how to live independently.

At first, I am sceptical about this idea because I know I will be having a hard time to live without my mother beside me. I am too attached with my mama to the point of getting scared when she’s out of my sight. She means a lot to me. She is my life. But being at the age of 23, something persuades me to let go of the “baby girl” I’m used to be. I’m frightened with the idea that someday I will never learn to let go of my mother. So now, I want to learn how to deal with sadness, longing and living alone. Being distant from my loved ones hurts a lot but it teaches me how to be tough. Even if I’m away from mama, nothing can ever change my love for her. And yes, I want to believe that “Absence makes the heart grow ponder”.


THREE. To teach myself how to live life the hard way.

Maybe, you can call me masochistic. I complain about pain and even resent problems, but pain specifically is like a drug. It hurts a little but ecstasy is at its best. (TAKE NOTE: that’s according to what I read not on personal experience). I am one of those free souls who need to scream and be divulged by darkness and soon to rise, RENEWED. (So Dramatic!). To put it simply, I want to know the bad and the good about life. I want to know what a joke is and what is not. I want to be wise about life. Sa bisaya pa, dili na gusto tawagon ug UTO-UTO.hehehe. I want to get rid of being compassionate and generally, LAME. I want to beat life, if not, I just want to give it a hard blow.


FOUR: Escape.

This last reason appears to be somewhat vague and pathetic. I’m not sure if I really wanted to have an escape when in fact all I need to do is to forget. But knowing myself, forgetting is something my brain refuses to do. I have a lot of vivid ( Now,I remember someone, see?) pictures of people, scenes and speech that made a great impact on me. And I think a lot. It becomes a habit now. I love to rekindle old, painful, messy, funny and gloomy romances, friendships, accidents, conversations, etc. Being away now, perhaps I could find a cure or REST (if I’m lucky enough). For now, this escape is my temporary refuge against further thoughts.


In the meantime, I want to savor my freedom until its last drop. Let me experience how to be alive.

Jars of Heart

Heard this song last night over the radio and I sooo LOved it!..

My theme song for this month!


Don't come back for me


Don't come back at all



WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?


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I know I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are

And it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

Quotes on Love by Paulo Coelho

"When there is no turning back, we should concern ourselves only with the best way of going forward."


"But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand new situation."



"Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always take us somewhere."



"We can also allow our Soulmate to pass us by, without accepting him or her, or even noticing. Then we will need another incarnation in order to find that Soul Mate. And because of our selfishness, we will be condemned to the worst torture humankind ever invented for itself : LONELINESS."


"We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness. The moment we begin to seek love,love begins to seek us. And to save us."



"We are travellers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment."


"Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time."


"Magical places are always beautiful and deserve to be contemplated. Always stay on the bridge between the invisible and the visible."



"If I am really a part of your dream, you'll come back one day."

Forgiveness and Love

When does falling in love start? When does loving someone come to an end? When does hating begin? When does hurting appear? When does forgiveness arise?

For me, Hate is the power that made me strong at times when I was alone, deserted and ruined by the people I loved and trusted. Living in hate and pain they say is a curse but it's more than that. It's NIRVANA. I loved the way I blamed, I loved the way I hated, I loved the way I cursed, I loved the way I blurted the Shits, the Craps and the Fucks. I loved the way I screamed their names and threw them away beneath the fiery hell. I Loved watching it burned to ashes.


But it's Long Gone Now......


Thanks to the years of hate and pain because it finally brought me to EUPHORIA. The place where bliss, forgiveness,love and happiness exist. I know I will not be invulnerable to hate and pain but I am confident that they will not ruin me again. For I have reached the edge of life's eternal LOVE and HAPPINESS. Hurl me a bunch of pain, I will bestow you with enormous love.

Hate. Pain. Forgiveness. Let's talk about it.


Prayer of Forgiveness (O Aleph)






Simply forgive me.

- I do not know why I have to forgive the man I love.

- I forgive the girl I was, not because I want to become a saint but because I do not want to endure this hatred. This tiresome hatred.

This was not what I expected.

- You may not forgive everyone and everything, but forgive me.

- I forgive everything and everyone. I forgive you because I love you and you do not love me. I forgive you because you reject me and I am losing my power.

- I am liberated from hatred by means of forgiveness and love. I understand that suffering, when it cannot be avoided, helps me to advance towards glory.



The tears I shed, I forgive.
The suffering and disappointments, I forgive.
The betrayals and lies, I forgive.
The slandering and scheming, I forgive.
The hatred and persecution, I forgive.
The punches that were given, I forgive.
The shattered dreams, I forgive.
The dead hopes, I forgive.
The disaffection and jealousy, I forgive.
The indifference and ill will, I forgive.
The injustice in the name of justice, I forgive.
The anger and mistreatment, I forgive.
The neglect and oblivion, I forgive.
The world with all its evil, I forgive.

Grief and resentment, I replace with understanding and agreement.
Revolt, I replace with music that comes from my violin.
Pain I replace with oblivion.
Revenge, I replace with victory.
I will be able to love above all discontentment.
To give even when I am stripped of everything.
To work happily even when I find myself in the midst of all obstacles.
To dry tears even when I am still crying.
To believe even when I am discredited.




-Thy will be done. Thy will be done......

Envious Truth

Envy is a word I refuse to recognize because it’s a poison that would slowly destroy my entire being. But if it’s the word that fits my feeling tonight then let it be.

It’s been two years that I haven’t seen his façade nor felt his presence. I may have accepted his absence but never forgotten the pain.

And what would I do?

Simply ignore everything and go on?

Deceiving my self would be the last thing I would do because I cannot simply disregard the sting of pain every time I saw the sun sets and the clouds turn dark without hearing the words “Jing, get inside it’s getting late”.

I cannot simply close my eyes every time I see a daughter who clings to his father and tells “Be careful. Cars coming your way”.

I cannot simply deny the fact that I envy so much the scene of having a father who would always tell me “Beware of boys, you don’t know who’s telling the truth. Let me find it out for you then winks”.

All of these are fruits of envy I felt at the age of 23. And DAMN IT HURTS.

I cannot bury the picture of having the man who has always the instinct of protecting me.

Would I ever meet a man who would give up his life for someone like me?

Would I ever meet a man who gave my mother a life not perfect and the best yet a memory to always remember?

Would I ever meet a man who buys me ribbon and hair clips and say “Get a long straight hair because guys love it that way"?

Would I ever meet a man who will cook for me and serves one hot sizzling bowl of soup and tells “Eat and be satisfied”?

Would I ever meet a man who will gaze at me and say, “What are you wearing? Get dress again and make sure you won’t show any skin"?

Would I ever meet a man who will boast me in front of his boy friends and say, “My girl dances so well”?

Would I ever meet a man who takes me in the midst of a creepy forest hunting for strange blue birds?

Would I ever meet a man who lets go of me in a cliff and let me dive even if he knows I don't know how to swim?

Would I ever meet a man who will take revenge for me because I was hurt by someone?

Would I ever meet a man who will wake me up in the morning and takes me to slumber at night and sings me a Lullaby?

Would I ever feel safe with a man again?




Would I ever meet you again?



WOULD I?




No answer.




I guess these tears will always flow every time I will remember your innocent face smiling down at me.



And I guess I will miss you forever.

Closing cycles

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.

Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.
You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.

That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.
Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.

Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.
Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.”
Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.

Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.

Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.



http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/10/12/closing-cycles-eng-espa-port/

My Tale of Love ( Mi cuento del amor )

You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love….. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them … and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges.

“ Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away … and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges … giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too … and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting.


http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/10/04/readers-story-the-perfect-heart/

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Tears start to build up at the corner of my eyes while I read these beautiful lines. I have always been emotional and easily stirred by stories about love that I can relate to. (which is very contradictory, since I’m not a fan of romantic movies.) But anyway…..

I am truly idealistic when it comes to love and relationships. I am an admirer of fairytales, ideal man and dream boy. I had five relationships, fell in love three times and died three times. The latter changed my life into something I never wished for.

Perfectionist, choosy, fussy.

Whatever they call it, I’m not exactly what the word defines. I’m like any other ordinary girls, with just a unique character. And this uniqueness, I must admit makes everything hard.

“Every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love….. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them … and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges.”

I love this line.

The very first time I have given my love was to a boy whom I considered to be my ideal man. Well, HE WAS, not until I found out that even the “almost” perfect man can still break a heart. I have given all my love to him and until now I’m still astonished knowing that a long time ago I had an enormous love to give. I tore out my heart for him, let it bled for him and eventually I let it died for him but because “the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges”. And up until now, I can see those rough edges turned into scars and I think it will reside here in my heart forever.

Yet there are times I like to remember the first time I fall in love. The feeling was heaven. It was ecstasy, sweet and wonderful. How I wish someday I can feel that feeling again and I wish someday I can call someone my “baby” again.

“Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away … and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me.”

I love this line.

The second round of my love story was different. Different because I love this person but I’m not in love with him. I love him because he became someone I wanted to have. Someone who listened to every animosity, screams, disappointments, hatreds and failures I had. And he never complained, not that I know of. I let myself love him more than a friend. He became my soul mate. (if it’s the right word to describe our relationship). He was my mirror of a mad life. I have given him the remaining piece of my heart and 5 years have passed, he hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. Or maybe I did not feel it, or maybe I refused to perceive it because I know if he did give his heart to me, it will not suffice to what I have lost. It is not enough to fill the empty gouges.

“Dota or Dotz” that’s what I treasured the most about us. Nicknames that still attach us to each other and even I cursed him to death before I still would like to remember July 11 as Dota day.

“Giving love is taking a chance.”

I love this line.

For the third and sweetest time, I fell in love. And it was like the first time, I was happy. Indescribable happiness. I never had the idea that I still have a piece of my heart to give and I guess, it was meant to stay unnoticed all these years because it was meant for him. A piece of my heart left only for him. I took a chance and it’s all worth it. He was the man of 24/7. He never gets bored and tired to call and say I love you. He, my bebz never failed to amused me and filled me with sweetness I longed to have. He could possibly be the man I wanted to have all my life and he could possibly be the man that could give me the never-ending chill in my spine. =)

Yet there are circumstances that are inevitable and I have no control of. When it happened, I slipped a grip of him or perhaps he did loosen the grip, letting me go without proclaiming a battle. I was hurt and broken. That is the truth.


I cried. I hated. I died.

Impossible turns into something possible yet I need to realize that the possible could also turn into something impossible. Maybe he is still not the one but I still hope someday he may return and fill the space I have waiting.

And if he doesn’t return, I’ll take a step forward smiling.

Idealistic and dreamer I maybe, I know wherever this step will lead me, I will find him and he will find me.




Love,

Me

I LOVE HIM....

I was too inspired by Paulo Coelho’s blog dated August 27 entitled “Why we love men” so I decided to write some information about what kind of man I love. I convinced myself to write this because I also wanted to know what myself wants…

I love him when writes poems, songs, for me.

I love him when he argues with me and understands me after.

I love him when he plays the guitar.

I love him when knows when to be intelligent and when to act dumb.

I love him when he treats me like his boss.

I love him when he can express himself clearly.

I love him when he listens at me when I started to get mad and scream at him.

I love him when reads a lot of books.

I love him when he gives me time to feel sentimental.

I love him when he acts responsibly to his self, to his family and to his future.

I love him when he smells so good.

I love him when he looks so fresh and gwapo when we meet.

I love him when acts so bugoy and so manly.

I love him when he makes me smile when I start to get worried.

I love him when he knows I make lambing and wants his attention.

I love him when he compliments me that I’m sexy and pretty.

I love him when he never forces me to eat veggies.

I love him when he cooks very well.

I love him when he's scared of making me cry.

I love him when he spoils me a lot.

I love him when he texts and calls me 24/7.

I love him when he tells me that his irritated at home or with someone.

I love him when he cares so much about my health.

I love him when he laughs together with my friends.

I love him when he can impress my mom.

I love him when he takes me to adventure.

I love him when he introduces strange things to me.

I love him when he thinks of traveling the world with me.

AND....



I love him when he loves me so much.


Let me find out the rest when I remember it..