tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122020482011-04-22T11:30:41.903+08:00Things that I have learned. Experiences that made me make my "oohhh"'s and "aahhh"'s. Ideologies that made me me. So, let the unlearning begin.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12207737654546226857noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12202048.post-1144987957635889302006-04-14T12:12:00.000+08:002006-05-22T12:12:41.120+08:00

I want to start fresh. See you all at my new blog.__________________http://talkingtojoel.blogspot.com/

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-- from Elmer II of DLThe ten types of relationship that won't work: 1. You care about your partner more than he does about you. 2. Your partner cares more about you than you do about him. 3. You are in love with your partner's potential. 4. You are on a rescue mission. 5. You look up to your partner as a role model. 6. You are infatuated with your partner for external reasons. 7. You have

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I got this article from a bulletin board. Just thought I'd share this with y'all.--------------------------------------------Happy couples know that the real relationship begins when the honeymoon is over. Unless you maintain the garden of love, its beauty will witherand die. So let's explore the 10 things that happy couples do:1. Go to bed at the same time. Remember the beginning of your

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I met a pretty interesting person last Saturday evening. His name is Damien, I think. I'm not sure if I heard his name right. Anyway, he was with my 2 best buds, Gerard and Czar. They actually came to visit me in my humble home. From the looks of it, he was Czar's friend. And during further interrogation, he actually was.We were all exchanging stories about our own lives when Damien, out of

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I just wanted to share these..."Everybody loves a lover but too many people lack staying power. Love should be fatal. You should never recover from it. If you can, then it wasn't love.""You might love her, but what about the fact that she doesn't love you? Is love really love if only one person stays true to the cause?""Everything about love is random. So why try and bring order to it? It's not

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Absence makes the heart grow fonder? I agree. I'm currently in a state of longing. Longing to get out of this predicament. I cannot deny the feeling of paranoia when we are not together (which is actually most of the time nowadays). I am honest enough to myself to admit that the green-eyed monster creeps in. I can’t just help think about what he CAN do. I guess that is where TRUST comes in, right

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I always have this creative (???) urge everytime I feel bad. I think you already know this since almost all of my posts are initiated by that specific emotion. I need an output to vent all of the frustration. I don't want to put that burden on a live human being, therefore, I just write it down on an inanimate object.Don't get me wrong. I do share my happy thoughts. It's just that I share them (

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It’s crazy. Shouldn’t a partner uplift you at all times? Shouldn’t they give you compliments? Shouldn’t they utter sweet nothings to you? Or am I just a hopeless romantic? I think I’m not making sense. Well, it actually doesn’t. Or does it differ per situation?I guess I’m equally guilty. I haven’t been the sweetest or the near-perfect partner that one can aspire for. There’s no excuse for that.

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Moving is change. Change is inevitable. So why am I still in shock? Well, maybe I am not in shock. Maybe I'm in denial. I can't believe that I will be moving out of the home that I have grown accustomed to for almost 23 years of my life. It all started out last October, our house burnt. To give a slight background, we live in a four-door apartment with 1 big house and 3 small ones. We were living

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Ever AfterBonnie BaileyThree years ago my journey beganChasing down this cure, no plan in handJust your pulse, my racing guide in the darkJust knowing with conviction from the startThe moment your eyes made an introductionI felt my second violent breath of lifeFlawless to the point of being godlyYet I fell hard for your imperfectionsAnd now we're slightly weathered, we're slightly wornOur hands

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Something’s amiss.Night and day’s encounters are in a rut. The day’s heat punctures the darkness of the night. Conversations are muffled. Foreign sounds fill the world. Pleasure overcomes logic. Insanity dominates reason. The night’s warm breeze embraces the scorching heat of the day. Natural forces overflow with glee. The silent shrieks of the gusts of winds rapture the entire universe. Mortals

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Why unlearning relationships?To be honest with you all, this is my very first serious relationship. This is the only relationship I've had that I wanted to work. This is the only instance where I can say that happiness has enveloped me. Yearning, longing, waiting, hoping, thinking, giving effort are all events that are involved.All the others were just damn petty. It didn't give me any new

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April 28 - May 1, 2005Bags. Czar's House. Bus. Excitement. Music trip. Half-sleeping. Laughing. Batangas Pier. Cigarettes. Small talk. Brian. Picture taking. Couple. Guys. Boat. Dolphins. White Beach. Breakfast. Room. P8,500. Walk. Sleeping Arrangements. TV. Small Talk. Lunch. Sleep. Sand. Beach. Itinerary. Swim. Heat. Tan. Salty Water. Shower. Water refill. P10. Dinner. Chicken Kebab. Mindoro

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What happened had happened. There is no turning back. I understand that. Whatever the repercussions of that maybe, something changed. It seemed that it didn't matter anymore, whatever that may mean. All I know is that birthdays came and nothing seemed to be wrong with what we had. Everything seemed to be back on track. I’m not sure if I need to push him to revisit the past events and have it all

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Who would've thought that it would actually last this long? It isn't really that long ago but who's counting?! I'm happy. I'm here. He's also here. What more can I ask for? This might be it.I am actually glad. Someone is here for me to be sad if I'm not replying to his text messages or answering his calls. Someone is here to be frustrated because we can't text when I'm at the office because of

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