weekends. graffiti. journals. guitar demons. star-dotted skies. pink clouds. notebooks. cool rainy days. fat penguins. friendly robots.

optimism comes in waves*reckless imprudence*thursday in manila*long-awaited*mom thing*bummer of the week*jeepney*my scholarly bf*what's left of a summer*i write*2years*hell of a sunday*hiatus*seeing red*curve* not-so-secret love affair*dissent*unfortunate events*my xmas tree*Lomolove*drama*perya at peanuts*3 down*enough bacon*9signs*ban love letters*chonkeys*erap proclaimed guilty*alcohol-pink lips*

but i've just been wondering... when can a person say that he loves truly? is it when he gets over his immaturity and tries to understand the other? is it when he gives up his pride to make things easier for the other? is it when he throws away self-centeredness and loves a person more than he loves himself?

can't love for others conquer self-love? if it can't, then could it be considered genuine love at all?

or maybe the real reason why people suffer so much is none other than Love. when people are loved, they tend to expect a lot more than what the person who loves them can give, even forcing them to sacrifice things for them. it's love's fault. love makes people hope. which could lead to disappointments. which lead to despair. cold tears. sorrow. melancholy. you name it.

oh but on the other hand, maybe love isn't the culprit at all. it's probably humans who create their own despair. people blame love when they get stabbed and hurt. it's the first explanation they find to answer their misery instead of reflecting on their own actions and faults. people stereotype it as blind, when in fact they are the ones who can't see beyond the cravings of their own ego.

why does everyone talk about love so much anyway? yeah, like what i'm exactly doing right now and what dozens of daily forwarded text message quotes obviously imply. people make love, like life, too overrated. what's up with love anyway?! what's the big damn deal about it?!

well, personally i know why and what. i'm actually just playing stupid. i know why i talk, think and live with it a lot. but i'm afraid my views do not apply to everyone else. no, it's not universal. whatever the answer to that is so subjective that i'm not even giving myself the right to blab one more sentence about this thing so-called love. you answer that for yourself and i'll shut up and keep further opinions to myself coz this post is getting way too cheesy.

ok, now that was dramatic. i guess i just contradicted myself again. why do i always end up contradicting myself?! i'm a huge living contradiction. oh but that's another story.