tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18749100745377925532024-03-14T20:44:22.639+08:00Music, Missives and Memoirsof Manong Meloy AguilarManong Meloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006771362953616282noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1874910074537792553.post-3453814421802260732018-04-09T23:32:00.000+08:002019-02-10T13:04:03.874+08:00Of Having A.I.D.S….And Then Again!<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "corbel" , "sans-serif";">I need to
come out. I am sick. And I think I am inflicted with <b><span style="color: #c00000;">A</span>.<span style="color: #c00000;">I</span>.<span style="color: #c00000;">D</span>.<span style="color: #c00000;">S</span>.</b> Yes, <b><span style="color: #c00000;">A</span>.<span style="color: #c00000;">I</span>.<span style="color: #c00000;">D</span>.<span style="color: #c00000;">S</span>.</b>! Not the deadly and incurable disease
emerging from a full-blown HIV, though. I am talking about <b><span style="color: #c00000;">A</span></b>ffection<span style="color: #c00000;"> </span>and<span style="color: #c00000;"> <b>I</b></span>ntimacy<span style="color: #c00000;"> <b>D</b></span>eprived<span style="color: #c00000;"> <b>S</b></span>yndrome! Yup, that’s what it is. Literally and figuratively
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<span style="font-family: "corbel" , "sans-serif";">It is not a
disease per se. Simply put, it’s a subconscious defense to the absence of
intimacy that most “familiar” couples forget to acknowledge for the reason that
they are very much comfortable with their relationship not seeing it as a
threat to what they think is already a strong bond. Complacency contributes
greatly yet silently to the dawdling deterioration of that bond which, like
corrosion, imperceptibly damaging them from within. Saying that “it’s just an
itch that one needs to scratch” is clearly an understatement for someone who
doesn’t see the importance of intimacy to a relationship. It’s the flavor, the
spice, the stuff that gives a partnership the “zing”!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "corbel" , "sans-serif";"> I, as most husbands and wives – and partners even
– whose hurdling the latter part of their marriage or togetherness would agree,
that at one point of our lives, experience the weakening of our resolve and
immunity to deflect and counteract innuendos and sexual advances of the
opposite sex because of the fact that we are no longer having the same intimate
experience we once had with our very own partners and/or lovers when we started
off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "corbel" , "sans-serif";">Is this
really an acceptable, justifiable and “socially” valid disease or are we just
giving ourselves reasons to find justification to our actions particularly that
which concerns our looking for means to alleviate the pains of being “taken for
granted”, “sidetracked”, “missed out” and/or “friend zoned” after years of
familiarity and companionship? Is it really fair to just put aside intimacy
when all else are taken into the “unconditional love” context? Is it just really
an “itch” that we need to “scratch” or something deeper and more damaging than
that?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "corbel" , "sans-serif";">I have been
married for more than 21 years and confess to have veered away four times from
what-supposed-to-be an exclusive partnership. Yup, I did it because I am
yearning for “something” that my spouse has ceased to share with me ever since
we had our third child. Indeed, the “death” of intimacy brought out the other
side of me – the one that I never thought I was capable of: <b>CHEATING</b>! And quite frankly, (not that
I’m proud of it) I’m good at it! However, no matter how good it feels and no
matter how exhilarating it is to live “dangerously”, I still felt that void
within. Been there, done the unimaginable for the sake of intimacy and yet the
“symptoms” never left me. That actually
left me with the question, “what am I really yearning for?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "corbel" , "sans-serif";">INTIMACY</span></b><span style="font-family: "corbel" , "sans-serif";"> is part and parcel of marital and
committed relationships. It’s the continuity of courtship, and that which
strengthens and affirms the attraction that each has of the other – physically
and emotionally. It should never be taken for granted, missed out or
sidetracked. It’s what <b>COMPLETES</b> the
relationship, most especially marriages.
It’s like the rhythm in a song, the groove in every melody. For males, it’s the affirmation of his
machismo, his manhood. For females it’s a confirmation of their beauty, charm
and physical magnetism. Both egos are fed by the sustained presence and
intensity of such. And, only through their inextinguishable passion, that those
aforesaid <b><span style="color: #c00000;">A</span>.<span style="color: #c00000;">I</span>.<span style="color: #c00000;">D</span>.<span style="color: #c00000;">S</span>.</b> symptoms can completely be averted and/or
prevented. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "corbel" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">And so I’ve learned. And so
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">See there's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">In the <span style="font-size: medium;">recesses</span> of my <span style="font-size: medium;">heart</span> and <span style="font-size: medium;">mind</span> lies your <span style="font-size: medium;">memory</span>: the way you look, <span style="font-size: medium;">smile</span>, smirk, the way your <span style="font-size: medium;">face</span> reacts and transforms with my every whims and schemes; the way you <span style="font-size: medium;">kiss</span> me all over whenever you want to ask for something; your <span style="font-size: medium;">caresses</span>, your <span style="font-size: medium;">hugs</span>, and <span style="font-size: medium;">playfulness</span>; the way you <span style="font-size: medium;">pout</span>, look sad, <span style="font-size: medium;">cry</span> on my chest over sad movies, silly soap re-runs and throw <span style="font-size: medium;">tantrums</span> over petty things. Your <span style="font-size: medium;">voice</span>. The way you <span style="font-size: medium;">look</span> every morning, after the day ends and when you are asleep. <span style="font-size: medium;">Everything</span> about you...everything that <span style="font-size: medium;">you are</span> and what <span style="font-size: medium;">you're not</span>...every bit of <span style="font-size: medium;">YOU</span>. They make up the <span style="font-size: medium;">meaning</span> of what <span style="font-size: medium;">TRUE LOVE</span> is...of <span style="font-size: medium;">FOREVER</span>...of <span style="font-size: medium;">us</span>.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;">Sometimes, I fear that your nearness might take my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. I can only hope... when that time comes, my eyes will speak my heart. <3</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I really don't know now <span style="font-size: medium;">how</span> to <span style="font-size: medium;">give up</span> and say, <span style="font-size: medium;">"No, you're not meant for me"</span>...I don't know now <span style="font-size: medium;">how</span> to <span style="font-size: medium;">back down</span> and accept I'm just another <span style="font-size: medium;">hopeful</span>...I don't know now <span style="font-size: medium;">how </span>to <span style="font-size: medium;">feel</span> for anyone knowing that my heart is <span style="font-size: medium;">chained</span> to but <span style="font-size: medium;">one soul</span> but <span style="font-size: medium;">you</span>...I don't know now <span style="font-size: medium;">how</span> to say <span style="font-size: medium;">"I LOVE YOU"</span> if it won't be that person who <span style="font-size: medium;">taught</span> me the <span style="font-size: medium;">true</span>, <span style="font-size: medium;">selfless</span> meaning of those <span style="font-size: medium;">words</span> ~ <span style="font-size: medium;">YOU!</span></span></span></div>
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Manong Meloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006771362953616282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1874910074537792553.post-42966661761685708562017-02-18T08:58:00.001+08:002017-02-20T17:00:01.975+08:0010 Things to Understand Before You Fall In Love with an Old Soul<span style="font-size: large;">Simplicity.</span> It’s the simple things in life that capture us. Simple living and simple pleasures in life ground us and make us feel all warm and cozy inside. Extravagant dinners, jewelry, and sparkly gifts may be the key to some people’s hearts but not an old soul. Impressing us is so simple, it’s scary. An intimate conversation on the beach with a candle or a night of camping under the stars is like heaven on earth. Give us experiences and most of all, give us your time.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Alone time.</span> Old souls are pretty intense, spiritual people. It’s not a facade or front we put up, but a lifestyle we live to stay connected to ourselves and to our spiritual path. Time to decompress, detach and meditate are crucial to our well being. So if we turn down an invite to a bar once in awhile, don’t take it personal. Instead, understand our need to be with ourselves because there is probably a reason we are needing some alone time.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dreamer.</span> As most people only dream when they sleep, we dream constantly. Daydream that is. Sometimes we need a partner to snap us back into reality, but also one who understands our dreaming is what excites us, dreaming inspires us.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Romantics.</span> –ahh, sigh– We love romance and everything that comes with it. Sometimes, expecting a little too much from people trying to win our affections. This can cause some let downs and learning experiences for both partners. Old souls need someone that can pull them out from the clouds when needed and bring them back to a beautiful reality.<br />
*Comfort. *I’ve always felt like the “grandma” of my friend group. Throwing on a big comfy sweater, staying in to cook dinner, and snuggling up while someone reads to me would be like, so amazing. Going out is good here and there, but know for us, being comfy with our significant other takes the cake.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Free bird.</span> We want freedom. Freedom to chase whatever is worth chasing to us. Nothing holding us back or stopping us from pursuing our dreams and desires. Rather, someone who encourages us to chase and to succeed. Aside from longing for a stable and simple life, we want room to grow and follow whatever path our spirit is leading us on.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">An unusual approach to life.</span> Not really conforming to the expected way of living, we view the world and our lives as a blank book and we want to write it. I definitely have very philosophical views and it deeply effects all of my relationships. Being with someone who likes that about us is key!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not-so material world.</span> Possessions and money are nice, but it is not number one for us. Intellectual conversations and meaningful experiences is what takes our breath away…<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Intuition.</span> You may hear this a lot from an old soul, “I don’t know, I just have this feeling.” Following our hearts more than our minds makes us a bit more in touch with our intuitive side. You can either go with the flow or turn and run, intuitive people can be a bit intimidating. It can be very daunting to some, to have an intuitive partner…especially if the significant other is trying to be sly. Good luck!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We’ve got dreams, big dreams.</span> Idealistic dreams of painting the world like our very own canvas. Ending world hunger or starting a business that benefits people in some positive way is not far from an old souls list of lofty ideas. Helping mankind is on our dreamy To Do List!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I</span>’m sure a lot of you out there can relate to some of these traits or have come across an old soul yourself. Maybe you’re realizing you are one…what qualities do you have that make you or your partner an <span style="font-size: large;">Old Soul</span>?<br />
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~ AdaptedManong Meloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006771362953616282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1874910074537792553.post-7628843582108781382017-02-01T20:31:00.001+08:002017-03-18T07:07:15.653+08:0045 THINGS A GIRL WANT, BUT WON'T ASK FOR<br />
1. Touch her waist.<br />
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2. Simply talk to her.<br />
3. Share secrets with her.<br />
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5. Kiss her on the forehead.<br />
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6. Hug her.<br />
7. Hold her.<br />
8. Laugh with her.<br />
9. Spend half the day with her.<br />
10. Hangout with her and your friends together.<br />
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11. Smile with her.<br />
12. Surprise her with a present.<br />
13. Give her some chocolates.<br />
14. Respect her opinions.<br />
15. When she says she loves you, just don't end there without saying "I love you too!"<br />
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16. Always hug her and say "I love you" whenever you see her.<br />
17. Kiss her unexpectedly.<br />
18. Hug her from behind around the waist.<br />
19. Tell her she looks gorgeous.<br />
20. Have some long conversation with her.<br />
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ONE THING YOU HAVE TO DO IS TO SHOW HER YOU MEAN IT.<br />
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21. Open doors for her, and give her some seat (it makes her feel important).<br />
22. Tell her she’s your everything - only if you mean it.<br />
23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her - if she denies about it. it simply means SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT - so just hug her.<br />
24. Make her feel loved.<br />
25. Kiss her in front of OTHER girls who is jealous with both of you!<br />
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26. Don’t lie on her.<br />
27. DON’T cheat on her.<br />
28. Bring her to a place she wants.<br />
29. Text or call her in the morning and tell her "good morning!"<br />
30. Be there for her whenever she needs you, and even when she doesn’t, just be there so she’ll know that she can always count on you.<br />
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31. Hold her close when she’s cold so she can hold you too.<br />
32. When you are alone hold her close and kiss her.<br />
33. Kiss her on the cheek; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her).<br />
34. While in the movies, put your arm around her so she could put her head on your shoulder, then lean on in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.<br />
35. Don’t ever tell her to leave even if you don't mean it. If she’s upset, comfort her.<br />
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36. When people disrespect her, stand up for her.<br />
37. Look straight into her eyes and tell her you love her.<br />
38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so she can listen to your heart beat, link your fingers together while you talk to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you.<br />
39. When walking next to each other grab her and smile to her.<br />
40. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.<br />
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41. Call or text her at night to wish her sweet dreams.<br />
42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.<br />
43. Take her for long walks at night.<br />
44. Always remind her how much you love her.<br />
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45. Buy her food. <3<br />
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Model: Maybelle Villadelgado (FHM)Manong Meloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006771362953616282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1874910074537792553.post-48828654176452693112017-01-20T09:14:00.002+08:002017-01-20T10:44:21.543+08:00"SEX is FOOD!"Sex is not all about making children. You must be a different woman to your husband every time. Seduce your husband, don't always allow your husband to ask for Sex, there must be no timetable for sex. Be creative, don't be predictable. Give him what he wants. If you loose influence over your husband, you have lost womanhood. Be part of your husband's plans. <br />
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Don't have too many children, you wanna sell them? Allow your husband to check in and out anytime. When a man is sexually satisfied, he is emotionally stable. Stop saying, is it food? Yes, sex is food!!!<br />
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As a wife, try to invest in yourself spiritually so you can adequately support him. Build yourself as his prayer warrior so that you will not be forced to pray at the end of your life. Don't allow your husband to provide all your needs, he is not a money making machine. Iron sharpens iron, try to reciprocate.<br />
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You are meant to support each other spiritually, financially, physically and morally through thick and thin. You are a builder....Wise woman buildeth her home. Women need wisdom to build their homes. Do not be too outspoken, know when to talk, when to listen and when to be quiet.<br />
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Love your husband with all your heart, never tell him, if not because of my children, remember you've known him before the arrival of those children. Pamper your husband, put his head on your chest and pray for him. Give him unannounced kiss from the back, don't be too holy to kiss in the public. He is your husband for God sake. Be romantic, it is good for the heart. Some people are not happy that you're happy in that marriage, proof them wrong that you love him and he is your crown, always feel good when you hold him. Don't look 50 while you're still under 40, it drives men crazy. Always keep fit regardless of your age or body.<br />
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Do not take a woman who does all these for granted! Pamper her, pray for her, cherish her, love her, support her financially, make her feel like your woman! God bless you and your marriages.</div>
Manong Meloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006771362953616282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1874910074537792553.post-19974174003551012802017-01-20T08:04:00.005+08:002017-01-20T08:22:31.376+08:00"Our LOVE in our LIFETIME"<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime. Yet, it's said that we need each of these loves for a different reason.<br /><br />Often our first is when we are young, high school even. It's the idealistic love; the one that seems like the fairy tales we are all read as children.<br /><br />It's a love that looks right.<br /><br />The second is supposed to be our hard love; the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved. Sometimes it's unhealthy, unbalanced or narcissistic even.<br /><br />It's the love that we wished was right.<br /><br />And the third is the love we never see coming. The one that usually comes dressed as all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be.<br /><br />It's the love that just feels right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Maybe we don't all experience these loves in this lifetime; but perhaps that's just because we aren't ready to. Possibly maybe we need a whole lifetime to learn or maybe if we're lucky it only takes a few years.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />And there may be those people who fall in love once and find it passionately lasts until their last breath. Someone once told me they are the lucky ones; and perhaps they are.<br /><br />But I kinda think that those who make it to their third love are really the lucky ones.<br /><br />They are the ones who are tired of having to try and whose broken hearts lay beating in front of them wondering if there is just something inherently wrong with how they love.<br /><br />But there's not; it's just a matter of if someone loves in the same way that they do or not.<br /><br />And maybe there's something special about our first love, and something heartbreakingly unique about our second...but there's also just something about our third.<br /><br />The one we never see coming.<br /><br />The one that actually lasts.<br /><br />The one that shows us why it never worked out before.<br /><br />And it's that possibility that makes trying again always worthwhile, because the truth is you never know when you'll stumble into love.</span><br />
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Have I forgotten how it feels?<br />
Have I really turned my shoulder,<br />
Cold to the yearning from within?<br />
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Do these eyes now blindly see,<br />
The meaning of love once shined on me?<br />
The heart that has sworn to live forever<br />
Now froze with the mem'ries of reality.<br />
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Tell me why is it so unfair<br />
When I gave it all completely?<br />
Was I wrong to trust on what i thought was love<br />
And fight for it needlessly?<br />
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What happened with the "us" that we have<br />
Every moment, every memory...<br />
You told me not to give up on love<br />
But last night...you gave up on me.<br />
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Now that the hurting were said and done<br />
It's time to heal and move on<br />
There's no use keeping what is gone,<br />
No need to try holding on.<br />
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Yes, I can pretend to have left it all behind<br />
Yes, I can smile and hide the pain...<br />
But I don't think I can take off my mind; <br />
The mem'ry of "us" will always remain.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Because there’s a big, horrible idea out there in the world of romance:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">That if it’s not hard, it’s not real.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">True romance must be earned, we believe. Struggled for. Barely survived.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">If it comes easy, it’s wrong. Shallow. Too simple.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We must suffer for love. We must cry with certain regularity. Lose our faith time and time again only to barely regain it again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I humbly submit that such a belief is the romantic equivalent of 100% grade-A bullshit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Perhaps it comes from our culture’s puritanical beginnings. The notion that anything great is worth suffering for.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And while I agree that love takes work, patience and forgiveness, I don’t think it should involve perpetual, ongoing damage-control.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">If the relationship you’re in takes constant, ongoing acrobatic maneuvers to keep it afloat, then it’s not a relationship; it’s a doomsday project.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Relationships, in general, should be easy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">If they’re taking a ton of work, a ton of the time, something’s wrong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Chances are either that:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A) One (or both) of you is not a stable enough person to even be in a relationship to begin with, and you need to go off on your own to learn how to keep yourself perfectly happy with nothing more than yourself to sustain you. (And yes, I’ve been this person many times.) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">B) One of you has unrealistic expectations of what the other is supposed to provide them on a regular basis. (And yes, I’ve been this person, too.) They think you’re supposed to keep them constantly entertained. Or wined and dined. Or sexually pleasured. Or emotionally rescued. Or financially bailed out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Neither of which is sustainable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Which is why I say the following:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Don’t chase the person you can barely hold on to when you’re at the top of your game.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Seek out the person you can be happy with even when you’re having a bad day. Or week. Or month.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Because those days will happen, many, many times over the course of a relationship.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And the person who’s only happy with you when you’re a superhero will not stick around when you finally become a mortal again and need them to be there for you, instead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So skip the supermodel. The pursuit of own your personal Jessica Alba or David Beckham. It might be heaven for a week or two, but they’d probably dump you as soon as you failed to be the emblem of perfection for more than 2-3 seconds in a row.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">That perfect pairing with the Mister or Miss Right we’ve all imagined in our hearts isn’t going to survive the endless ordinary days that real life is fraught with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The person who’s truly right for you is probably cleverly disguised as the one you work with every day. Or the one who you’ve casually known in your circle of friends for five years. Who has seen you at your best and at your worst. And is still there, a big believer in your immense potential. And is probably an amazing kisser if you’d just give them a chance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">That’s the person it’s going to be genuinely easy with over the long haul.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So the next time you’re looking for the one, don’t look up on some stage or pedestal for some shining realization of your fantasies. Turn around and look behind you. At the person you might have overlooked. The person who is quietly everything you need them to be and more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">You just have to give them a deeper look.</span><br />
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* This essay originally appeared on <a href="http://goodmenproject.com/" target="_blank">The Good Men Project</a> on 01/18/12<br />
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I really thought father time<br />
Has healed my wounds<br />
That time has dried the tears in my eyes<br />
I put our painful past behind<br />
In my every song<br />
And for so long lived a life of lies.<br />
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When you said goodbye,<br />
It broke my heart in two<br />
My world then has never been the same<br />
Sheltered my heart<br />
With every girl I knew<br />
Yet still it's you, I'm calling out your name.<br />
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Just now I knew<br />
I've never forgotten you<br />
Your eyes still makes me quiver<br />
Like they always do<br />
Please tell me now<br />
You feel the same way, too<br />
Maybe this time<br />
Our hearts will beat again<br />
Just maybe this time<br />
Our love will never end.<br />
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<br />Manong Meloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006771362953616282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1874910074537792553.post-37560170930945399322012-11-23T15:43:00.000+08:002012-11-23T15:43:01.823+08:00A Day's QuestionWhat does the day holds for me<br />
That every step of the seconds hand takes...<br />
What does Destiny whisper?<br />
What does Fate reveal?<br />
What discernment awaits?<br />
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WHEN is not a question of impatience...<br />
WHY is not a question of pessimism...<br />
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For in every horizon<br />
Exist a path of uncertainty<br />
And discernment can only be known<br />
Through one's HEART!<br />
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A heart of STRENGTH lives with Faith...<br />
of COURAGE prevails with Love...<br />
of PEACE sleeps with Hope.<br />
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For with the LORD's presence<br />
and an open Heart...<br />
The day's question will just be:<br />
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Who Am I??<br />
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Speak where can thee be found?<br />
Is thou a kin of Wisdom,<br />
Or need one be abound?<br />
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Do thou come only when sought<br />
Or need pray'r summon thee?<br />
Need thou be bought with gold<br />
Or 'ol silver can be?<br />
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Do thou need to come with Love<br />
With Knowledge or with Faith...<br />
Are ye throned by Success<br />
Be others' pain an' hate?<br />
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Need Morality speak<br />
For thy soul to be free...<br />
Need man's Justice dictate<br />
How, when, an' where you'll be?<br />
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Does the chain with which you're bound<br />
Lies with man's Contentment?<br />
Does one find only Freedom<br />
Lest one locks Fulfillment?<br />
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Alas, thy will be known d'vine<br />
When at last Man submits...<br />
To Fate being thankful<br />
'Til then will thou exist!<br />
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<br />Manong Meloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006771362953616282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1874910074537792553.post-1120399150209129102012-10-29T14:47:00.001+08:002017-03-18T07:10:39.963+08:00"Sir Lancelot's Ode to Lady Guenevere..."How I wished I was NUMB...<br />
But then I couldn't have felt thy reciprocation even for a whilst;<br />
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I wished, too, to be MUTE...<br />
But then again if I was, thou wouldn't have known of thine true feelings for thee;<br />
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Still, I wished I was BLIND...<br />
But then, too, I would've failed seeing thine love deep within thy mesmerizing eyes.<br />
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Aye, FATE was so cruel to have bested me faculties<br />
But so sweet to make me realize<br />
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That if I didn't see...<br />
didn't feel...<br />
nor didn't speak...<br />
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I wouldn't have known that I am capable<br />
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of loving...<br />
of revering someone...<br />
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Yet suffer it FOREVER!<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>"When people got used to be comforted when they wallowed on their pains, they forget that the blanket that covers them gets worn out and get ripped into threads. But they never really noticed, 'til the thread snaps leaving the blanket into strain of threads...and then they have none."<br /><br />I got those words from my BFF a couple of months back. That was when she was downtrodden after she felt that the people to whom she devoted a lot of time and energy with, and not to mention resources, seemed to have left her at the time she felt so weak, so helpless, and so alone.<br /><br />She was their little big sister, their confidant, their defender, their crying shoulder. She stood by them when everyone else didn't and stayed with them til they grew their own wings and was able to fly. And so they did. And then there's none but her.<br /><br />"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us." ~ <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/albertschw402282.html">Albert Schweitzer</a></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Seeing a sparrow fly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">From his god-forsaken cell?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Freedom is not with space.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It is beyond ball and chains...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It is beyond the cold bars...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">it is beyond the four-walled cells.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Freedom is within you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Freedom comes with choice...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> it is a mindset...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> it is a decision.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Let not your woes limit you...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Let not your pain incarcerate you...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It is your your choice not to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> of how I feel</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> of what I yearn (?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Do I need to shout</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> of what disturbs me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> of my happiness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> of my pains (?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Eloquence speaks not</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> with words...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> with poetry...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> nor with music...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">SILENCE shouts...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> What can't be said...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> What can't be felt...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> What can't be known.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the middle of a scorching afternoon...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Still in search </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> of PEACE...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> of HAPPINESS...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> of CONTENTMENT.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A cup of coffee...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A stick of cigarette...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another moment will pass...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Without answers.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's LIFE.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let those pessimism go up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the smoke you exhale...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is just another day...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of a LIFETIME.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>How does one bear the hurt,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>How does one deal with pain...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Until when can he keep</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>What's driving him insane (?)</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>How can he gag his heart</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>And keep it from yearning</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>What it can't really have</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>And shouldn't be keeping (?)</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>How can he fake his smiles</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>With his heart on his sleeves...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Feigning a cheerful mood</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>While his grieving heart bleeds (?)</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>How can he keep his eyes</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>From hiding all his fears</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>If behind its sparkle</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Keeps a bucket of tears (?)</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>How can he keep his hands</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>And body from trembling</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>When each time he held her</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>There's that fear of losing (?)</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>One can never discern</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>No matter how he try...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>How deep true love can be</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>When it's time for "goodbye".</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>I guess I wouldn't know...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>I guess I won't find out...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>For I chose to fight off</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>This clearly losing bout.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>What's with her eyes...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> that seems to pierce my soul</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> breaking through my defenses</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> stripping me of my strength...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>What's with her smile...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> that weakens my fortitude</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> tearing my reasoning apart</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> wearing off my logic and choice...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>What's with her kisses...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> which seemingly alters my being</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> bringing me in a state of unconsciousness</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> of time, of reality, of emotions...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>What's with her touch and caresses...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> that burns and scorches my inner sanctum</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> creating a wildfire deep within</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> a fire unquenchable, uncontrollable...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>She inhibits me...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> She controls me...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> She overcomes what is in, out, and within me...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>She is my time...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> She is my reason...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b> She is my life.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>How can I ever discern how she does it?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>So long as I love her...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>So long as I adore her...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>I don't think I'll ever find the answer.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Never.</b></span><br />
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Manong Meloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006771362953616282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1874910074537792553.post-54025626803888801182011-03-05T11:05:00.000+08:002011-03-05T11:05:26.872+08:00Take Me Away - Lifehouse (w/ lyrics)<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DkX0ZaPzTnY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>Manong Meloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006771362953616282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1874910074537792553.post-18866060844070726082010-11-30T09:06:00.000+08:002010-11-30T09:06:27.947+08:00"Lost Love" (Sonnet II)<span style="font-size: small;">The sunshine greeted "bonjour"</span><br />
as the morning smiled at me...<br />
not a trace of loneliness<br />
in the brand new day I see.<br />
But when the crimson shadow<br />
cast its "farewell" in the dusk...<br />
you'll see a different ME,<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">behind my deceiving "mask".</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Darkness slowly setting in</div><div style="text-align: left;">solitude painting the way...</div><div style="text-align: left;">life without you by my side</div><div style="text-align: left;">is endless darkness at play.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Your voice is my salvation,</div><div style="text-align: left;">your thoughts, my warmth and refuge;</div><div style="text-align: left;">the LOVE that I have for you</div><div style="text-align: left;">is my strength and fortitude.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">What is left for me to do</div><div style="text-align: left;">to put back the day's laughter...</div><div style="text-align: left;">remind my heart, "with each DUSK</div><div style="text-align: left;">soon comes the DAWN thereafter."</div><div style="text-align: left;">Across the distance, I know</div>there'll be that one place an' time<br />
in bliss we'll be together <br />
like a love song's every rhyme.<br />
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Beyond the realm of despair<br />
of dreams and of space and time,<br />
I'll be there and I will wait<br />
FOREVER with love sublime!Manong Meloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006771362953616282noreply@blogger.com0