forgotten tissue paper rants

Tissue papers...table napkins...somehow they fill in the spot for my notebook when it's not handy...They serve as memoirs of my thoughts on that day on that particular time,usually whenever I am in the emo-kid-in-the-corner-writing kind of mood...or mostly because i got bored waiting for somebody...


--i found two tissue papers in between pages of my pugad baboy comic book. And well...here it is...

--> I was infatuated once. At first I thought it was LOVE, but in the end I realized that it was nowhere near to what love really is.

Love is so complicated that there is no way anyone can really define what it is. Perhaps, because every love story is unique for everyone. An experience in which no one can really describe accurately with words.

In a way, Love can make us believe in obvious lies and be blind from the truth.Mute,deaf and blind. In short, love can make us incapacitated.

Love is too strong a word,equal to hate. But then again, hate is something we also learn from love. They are in a way a package deal.

See, if you love too much, eventually it can turn to hate when the harsh reality presented itself. You love, you get hurt...and when you get hurt, you learn. And when you have learned what is needed, again you take a plunge to the deep abyss called love but equipped with the knowledge to soften the fall. But then again, Love is an endless cycle of loving, getting hurt and learning. I guess everyone knows that.


and an added quotation : It's not the falling that hurts,it's the sudden stop.

and i completely agree with this... :D

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