Love is

It’s not true that you can’t define love. You can. Only that it is not a perfect definition. In the sense that what I can define, may not be true and acceptable to you. Even if it suits me just fine, it may not be all-encompassing to you. But it is alright. I don’t have a monopoly on the definition of love. I only know what it is to me.

Move over Browning as I count my ways.

Love is when you are at peace in the world because you are at peace with him. Nothing else matters around you except that you and your loved one are ok with each other. But enter into a quarrel with him and it would seem like even if you simply hurt your digit, it’s an ache felt by your whole body.

Love is deep commitment. You have to be with him and he with you all the time that circumstances will allow you. You cannot plan on going somewhere by yourself or with others, if he can come along. It is knowing your place. It’s walking beside him all the time. Not behind. Not even ahead.

Love is forgiving. No matter how many times he has hurt you, you will always be ready to forgive. Even as you are in the midst of an argument, you already know that deep in your heart, no hurting word, no punch, no insult will keep you from forgiving him if you haven’t absolved him already. You may not readily trust him again wholly but you will always be ready to give the relationship another chance. At the end of the day, it will always be a question of “Do I still love him?” If your answer is yes, then you will stay. You may stay away awhile for that much-ballyhoed space but you will always find yourself coming back. The cynics among us call this martyrdom while the economists call it stupid.

Love is acceptance. Even if you started loving him only for his eyes or his accent, once you have decided that you are in love, you would have to love his snoring, his pangungulangot in public or while driving the car, his pag-bahing without covering his mouth, his morning breath, his moodiness in getting things done around the flat, his inability to cook, his time-consuming vanity, his flirtatious nature, and his food fallacies and health myths. It is not being blind; it is getting into it with eyes dilated than wide.

Love is going all out. It’s not just a hundred percent but perhaps even 200%. It’s letting him take the best part of the alimasag, of making himay the fish so the bone is left out of the flesh, of buying him gifts at every opportunity or occasion to arise, of loving his dad, his mom, his brothers and sisters, his favorite pamangkin, of feeling so warm with nervousness as he belts out a song in public kasi feel mo he is singing the song to you, of thinking of donating your liver or kidney if he will need it. Anong pag-ibig pa, ang hihigit kaya, sa pag-ibig na handang ialay pati ang buhay para sa kanya. It’s not give-or-take. It’s not 50-50. You first give it all. Then you also take it all. Sometimes you do not even bother taking anything at all.

Love is craziness, kabaduyan, ka-kornihan, kakiligan and ka-kapalmukhaan. You will never know the depths or the heights of silliness you realize you had gone through were you not in love. Yun nga lang, you realize it only on hindsight.

Love is a desire to please, to make him happy, to give him the best. It is almost an obssession. It is buying him a gold lighter kahit ayaw mo na siyang manigarilyo. You bought it kasi he won’t stop smoking despite what the surgeon general says.

Love is waiting for him to come home at night, of feeling overly concerned that morbid thoughts of him dying, of meeting an accident, or of being accosted by the police — will get the better of your imagination, already wild, suspicious and scrupulous even without these late homecomings. It is waiting for him to finish bowling even if you can’t stand the carcinogens at the bowling alley at kahit hindi ka marunong mag-bowl. It’s waitering of the highest form which could be slavery to some.

Love is being jealous.

Love is staying in your flat together from Wednesday evening till Saturday morning without getting on each other’s nerves, of going about your own thing as he sleeps, of sleeping while he’s going about his own thing, of going about your things as a couple, together. Boring you might call it but to me, it’s companionship — more than a friendship but not quite platonic.

Love is growing. Nurturing. Overcoming your insecurities. Bringing out the best in him and in you while going through phases of mediocrity, of half-baked decisions, and imperfect or less than excellent achievements. It is praying for him and all he holds dear, that he be blessed with all things material and spiritual. Kahit siya na lang. Kahit wala na para sa sarili mo.

There are no impossibilities to love. It is everything that you will make it to be. It could be personal but our common humanity weaves a thread of truth for every definition we each come up with. We end up with having the same definition after all. Or we just have variants of the same gay love.

Have dinner ready. And that’s applicable even if you are out of the country. Fill the fridge with ready-to-cook meals. This is a way of letting her know that you have been thinking about her and are concerned about her needs.

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Minsan kapag nag-iisa ka, ang dami mga munting chorvas na pumapasok sa isip mo. Tulad ng:

“Kakaloka ang Captain Barbell. Kung may mata ka, pwede ba namang hindi mo makita ang malaking-malaking pagkakapareho ng mukha ni Captain Barbell at ni Teng maliban sa balat sa pisngi ng huli? Kung ako yun, unang kita ko pa lang kay CB, sasabihin ko na, TENG!!! Sino plastic surgeon mo??? Winner ka, day!!!”

Sundan ang chika at mga chorvas sa atesienna.pansitan.net.

Individually and collectively, everything that exists in time and space share a common destiny as pilgrims in the history of the universe. That is ultimately to become One with the All, the totality that is God who is Love.

Our Father, the Creator, the Alpha and the Omega, created the universe in evolution with a grand design – a secret that is now being revealed to humanity. Locked in the sacred numbers 13 and 20, each corresponds to the 13 joints and 20 fingers and toes of the human body, as energies emitted from the center of our galaxy and the solar system.

Daily reflection on these energies will open up profound truths relating to one’s personal history and/or destiny (both temporal and transcendental), awareness of our interconnectedness with others, and even our innate powers of telepathy and sublime love.

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An old video depicting how early gamers help each other and grow their own community with new good batch of soon-to-be pro gamers.

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Get inspired Pinoys!

How’s your boyfriend / girlfriend’s love for each other?  Is it forever?  Or your relationship is getting more shaky as days goes by?  Get inspired and revitalized your relationship by watching this touchy music video entitled “Love Forever”…

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The CJK Bloc (China-Japan-Korea) is well known for their patriotism, love of each other as well as hatred of each other for countless of reasons. Even in-game, wars errupts based on their nationalities and patriotism and nationlism are so strong. Richard Garriott himself mentioned this years ago during an interview when he studied the Asian MMOG market, then only Lineage 1.

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Such is our empty nest but Butch and I turned our otherwise lonely day to a “couple time” day. Off we went to the Fitness First gym to burn some of our fats and acquire our endorphin fix. At 10:00 AM, the gym was pretty quiet which made it even more relaxing. We agreed to have a quick sauna and steam bath in preparation for our Goat Milk bath. Downstairs at the “Body Care” , our warm milk bath was ready. My husband thinks the milk bath is unnecessary . I gently threw sudsy water at him.

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What happens when 32 people,men and women of different ages,culture, background and stages in life discuss one of the most interesting topic in the world? sex…A few weeks ago, the talented pinayhekmi started a thread titled “What Happens When The Sizzle Fizzles”? which immediately got many responses (68 at present) and ignited various opinions, sharing of experiences and inner thoughts when and if the passion between a couple dissipates or disappear.

With permission from them, i wanna share with you some of the interesting and amusing posts.

sex and sexy @ sachiko

…walang magulang ang makatitiis sa anak.

eto ang kwento..

My husband and I attended the third session of the Biblical Portrait of Marriage. The topic for the night was : Helper- The Role of the Wife. Helper means as in the one who assists, encourages and supports her husband. Not katulong (the literal translation of helper)

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Noong Biyernes, mga 9:00pm nakatanggap ako ng text message sa isang kaibigan ko. Ang sabi, “Hala ano ang ginagawa mo? Working pa rin ba?” Huwebes kahapon, kaya weekend dito. Parang nakalimutan yata ng friend ko na di ko day-off ang Huwebes at Biyernes.

Ituloy ang pagbabasa…

Nakakatawa ang mga nakaraang araw ko. Halos yata ng mga taong nakausap ko ay “disappointed” sa mga kung ano anong bagay at mga buhay buhay.

Ang sabi noong isa ‘disappointed’ ako sa sistemang umiiral sa trabaho ko. “It is a total mess!” Walang malinaw na policy, accountability at yong usual na office protocol di nasusunod. Oo nga manager ako dito, pero di ko alam, merong isang kesehodang officer, dederestso sa staff ko na hindi man lang ako sinasabihan. peste!”

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With a vote of 9 pro-judges against 5 dissenters (with one abstaining), this reflects the high level of maturity of our Supreme Court system for it only upholds one’s freedom of religion. It’s only because our SC judges are wise enough to realize that a democracy like ours should never be retrofitted with narrow and baseless Christian mores.

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During special occasions when you’re obligated to be with your family simply because you share blood types (ie mothers’ day, fathers’ day), beb and i don’t miss a beat with our usual spiel.

beb: So san tayo pupunta?
me: Tayo? Bakit wala ka bang pamilya?
beb: eh mas masaya lakad nyo eh
me: Ewan ko pero malamang sa [insert some establishment here, probably one that involves food]
beb: yey, sama ako.
me: yoko! Bawal makifamily.
beb: WaaaH!

the conyo boy whines

It’s been almost two weeks since my mother in-law was hospitalized. Nanay underwent blood transfusion. Her hemoglobin content dropped off so she was given blood transfusion. She needed four bags to conquer that life-threatening situation. With God’s mercy, she was able to recover in a week’s time. Little by little, her color returned.

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Dear DtH,

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