A WEEK THAT FELT LIKE A DAY

I am really thankful for the semestral break because the weight of all of my worries about homeworks and projects and a lot of school stuffs had been taken off my shoulders. I didn't want this semestral break to be as boring and as unproductive as I was when there was a long suspension of classes due to heavy rains. So I made a metal list of my to do things, plans and schedules for each day of the semestral break because I want to make every second of it count.

During the first few days of the semestral break, I slept in the am and woke up in the pm. My daily routine during the first few days of the semestral break was sleep in the am then woke up in the pm. Eat my brunch, take a bath, read a book or play badminton, change my clothes, eat my snacks, read a book or watch a movie, drink milk for dinner, brush my teeth, change my clothes, read a book or watch movies until I get sleepy. That's pretty much what I did so yeah, so much so for being "productive". 

Until one day I decided to break my routine because I was getting so bored. I still slept in the am but I also woke up early. I made my breakfast which is just me heating the hamburger that my aunt bought me and drinking milk. I also decided to take a bath early which surprises me and all the people in the house because I usually take a bath in the afternoon. I made some of my projects so I'll do less when the semestral break is almost over. I still read books and play badminton whenever I'm done doing my draft for my projects like the draft for my first blog.

I'm not sure if you're not suppose to have fun during All Saints Day but I sure did have fun. I woke up early and I was surprised to find myself that I was wearing a dress. Like seriously, I only wear dresses if I'm included in a wedding or whatever. So yeah I went to the cementery and I was surprised to see a lot of my service mates in the cementery. I went to some of my relative's tomb and offer a short prayer and a candle. I didn't get to visit my other relative's tomb because it is located on the upper part of the cementery. After visiting, we went straight home and watched some movies. I was thankful that I get to finish my first log and was able to post it.

The next few days I was doing my usual routine. But it's a bit different because I also scrolled through tumblr stalking people I don't know. I also watched some youtube videos. I also logged on to my twitter account to see what's the worldwide trend. When we went to the mall, I excused myself and went to my safe haven in the mall, National Bookstore and Fully Booked. I went to Fully Booked first since it's farther and enjoyed the serenity of the place while holding a book. I only stayed there for at least 10 minutes just to see if the book I was looking for there and mostly the rest of the 10 minutes was spent reading the summaries of some of the books that caught my attention. I did the same when I went in National Bookstore but this time I bought a book entitled "The Selection" by Kiera Cass. I wish I had bought the classics like "A Tale Of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens, "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë or "Pride & Prejudice" by Jane Austen.

I really enjoyed the semestral break except for the fact that it should be longer because it literally felt like it was just a day. Wouldn't it be great if the semestral break lasted for at least 2 weeks because of the projects that can really drain the living soul out of your body.

L'amour

What is love? Many generations have already passed and as most of the people might have noticed, writers and poets have tried to define love for centuries. They've described love in many ways. Some think of love as a gift and a blessing to us. While some think of love as a burden in their lives. Some people don't even bother talking about or wondering about things related to love because it's just too complicated to think about.

Love is a special and complicated emotion which is quite difficult to understand. Although most people believe that love revolves around the heart, it actually occurs in the brain. Artists, poets and painters all epitomize the heart as the love symbol, but it’s the brain that generates chemical signals to make people understand love. There are different forms and styles of expressing love.

Whenever my friends ask me "have you ever been in love?" I always say "Uhhhh, no idea." To be honest, I really have no idea if I have been in love. But if I what I have experienced and felt before was love or at least somehow near the "love state" then love is like they say, the sweetest form of torture. Just hearing the word "love" makes me want to throw up. Love is so complicated because it makes you do things you never even thought you'll do. Whenever I see one of my friends looking like a zombie, I will end up telling my other friends that maybe she has a problem. We will end up calling her attention to talk with us. And it will always turn out that she was heartbroken or her crush is not paying her any attention anymore or there were no communication between. them. Seeing them this depressed just because of "love" makes me think that I shouldn't just bother with anything related to me having a crush then end up being so grumpy and sad all the time. But the thing is, you can't really stop the heart from loving. It's like standing out in the ocean and yelling at the waves to stop. Then there's the thing called "infatuation". This time I'm sure that I've been infatuated with a lot of guys.  But oh well, it's never going to be more than that.

Even though I'm not quite sure if I've been in love, I've experienced different kinds on how people express and feel the love they share for one another through books. 

There's the unconditional love. The type that gives you butterflies on your stomach . That whenever you receive a simple texts from him like "hi" or "good morning", makes your heart flutter. Or when he says he misses you, there's that immediate rush of blood in your cheeks and then you'll feel all giddy up inside. This love is selfless; it gives and expects nothing in return.

There's the friendship love. The type that makes you want to be friends with someone who you can really trust and who you can be yourself without needing to look good all the time. This type of love has give and take. It is a dispassionate virtuous love.

There's the affectionate love. The type that is fondness through familiarity, especially between family members or people who have otherwise found themselves together by chance. I think it is the most natural, emotive, and widely diffused of loves: natural in that it is present without coercion; emotive because it is the result of fondness due to familiarity; and most widely diffused because it pays the least attention to those characteristics deemed "valuable" or worthy of love and, as a result, is able to transcend most discriminating factors.

There's the romantic love. The type that  is a passionate and intense love that arouses romantic feelings; it is the kind that often triggers “high” feelings in a new relationship and makes you say, “I love him/her”. It is simply an emotional and sexual love. Although this romantic love is important in the beginning of a new relationship, it may not last unless it moves a notch higher because it focuses more on self instead of the other person. If the person “in love” does not feel good about their relationship anymore, they will stop loving their partner.

Love is the single most important emotion one can hold. Whether it's your love for God or your love for another it's the most powerful, overwhelming, incredible experience. Love is when he sees past your imperfections and learns to love them as time passes by. Love is when he takes you to walks by the beach to watch the sunset together while holding your hands in his in such a very protective and reassuring way. Love is seeing him laugh his brains out in the cutest way possible even if he thinks he has the most ridiculous laugh in the history of human laughs. Love is when he tells you that your beautiful in every way possible. It's when he's being playful and he'll suddenly cover your eyes with his calloused hands asking you who he is even though you could tell it's him by his hands, his breathing, his scent and his heartbeat that produces the most lovable rhythm. Love is when he finds you reading a book at midnight, crying to yourself and you look like a mess and he'll just hold you tight and ask you what happened in the story and without a doubt, he'll listen to you as you tell him the most tragic part of the book that you just read and he just nods in respond and listen even though he has no idea what you're talking about. Love is when he sends you cute messages like "I miss you :(" or "I love you <3" that just makes your heart flutter. Love is when he takes all the blame for what happened to you and says it's all his fault even though you know that it's not his fault and it's yours. Love is just really unexplainable and has different meanings to different people. But his existence defines it all.

I would love someone for his love and passion in everything he does. For his favorite books that

accompanies him whenever he can't sleep. For his light snoring in the morning and his laziness to get out of bed even though it's already noon. I'd love someone for his scent of coffee that you can smell whenever he cuddles you and whispers in your ears. The way he subconsciously frowns when he's too focused. Or the way he plays with your hair using that hands of his that is too calloused to be comforting but surprisingly cradles and caress you in most gentle way possible. I'd love someone for their imperfections that makes them completely perfect in every way possible. Wondering how such an imperfect person looks so flawless. I don't really look for anything in particular in anyone. I know there's supposed to be that long list of the things of your "perfect guy." But really, who cares as long as they look past your imperfections and love you just the way you are. Not asking for anything more of you. A man who is patient and respects my decisions. Who is understanding and don't rush into any conclusions whenever he sees me with another guy.

The moment when you realize that you are capable of loving someone else more than yourself is quite possibly the most important moment in your life. Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world. Some people are meant to fall in love with each other but not meant to be together. Love has a lot of things to offer. You need to make the right decision to make it last forever. You don't need to understand what love is. All you need to do is just feel it and let things flow. No matter how impossible, unattainable, or unimaginable it may seem. If it's meant to be, it'll be.