Loving an Imperfect Person

Loving an Imperfect Person

They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her.

Today, she’s being willful again.

Her: “Why can’t you be the photographer for my friend’s wedding? She promised she’d pay.”
Him: “I don’t have time that day.”
Her: “Humph!”
Him: “Huh?”
Her: “Don’t have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need.”
Him: “I… someone will definitely recognize my work some day.”
Her: “Humph! I don’t care, you’ll have to do it for her!”
Him: “No.”
Her: “Just this once?”
Him: “No.”

Negotiation’s broken. So, she gave the final warning: “Give me a Yes within three days, or else…”

First day, she “withheld” the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi… Exce

pt the double bed, to show her “benevolence”.

Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn’t mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.

Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, “Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences.”

He’s nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that she’ll end this state. She doesn’t give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.

Third day, night. On the bed. He’s lying on the bed, looking to one side. She’s lying on the bed, looking to the other side.

Him: “We need to talk.”
Her: “Unless it’s about the wedding, forget it.”
Him: “It’s something very important.”

She remains silent.

Him:”Let’s get a divorce.”
She did not believe her ears.
Him: “I got to know a girl.”

She’s totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that’s the only place she didn’t go through yesterday. How careless.

Him: “She’s a nice girl.”
Her tears fell.

Him: “She has a good personality too.”
She’s heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his heart.
Him: “She says that she’ll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married.”

She’s very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.
Him: “She loves me truly.”
She wishes to sit up and scream at him “Don’t I?”
Him: “So, I think she won’t force me to do something that I don’t want to do.”

She’s thinking, but the rage won’t subside.
Him: “Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?”
Her: “…!”

He brings the photo before her eyes. She’s in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.

He sighs. She cries.
He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket.

He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He’s asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him.

She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn’t want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.

She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.

It’s a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.

He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.

“You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”

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Why Do we love?

why do we love ba?

so we can have somebody to talk 2?

someone who can be der pag gus2 natin gumala?

a person na pwedeng manlibre satin?

magbigay ng load pag 0 balance ka?

taong magbibitbit ng gamit mo?

alalay for short!

eh panu kung di ka nya mahal

would u still love him/her?

would you still continue 2 care 4 dat person?

bakit naman endeeee?

u didnt love dat person para magkaroon ka ng alalay,

magkaroon ka ng instant load & meal dahil libre,

taong gagawa ng assignments mo or projects,

or taong mahihila mo if u want to go out…

if dats wat u think about love well sori ang babaw mo,

loving a person doesnt nid 2 hav a criteria

na dapat maganda o guwapo,

dapat mabait or understanding,

kc once u fall inlove u take the risk of accepting dat person

kahit maingay sya ma2log, ung hilik ng hilik

kahit matakaw sya o sobrang fat na indi kau kasya pag puno ang jeeep!

kahit sobrang moody nya na kulang nalang ay sapakin mo sa inis!

ung sobrang selosa na pati barkada pinagseselosan bad3p dbah?

and ung napaka-arte OA kung baga!

o kahit anu png things

dat would turn u off…

hirap tlaga magmahal trying 2 be perfect kc gus2 mong magtagal

pero endi un ang sagot sa lahat…

ACCEPTING da real person fully

kc if u said na mahal mo sya u dont nid 2find

answers kung y mo sya love…

kc lahat ng tao nagbabago but if u accept dat person

magbago man sya in da middle of ur relationship

endi ka masasaktan kc u know dat darating din un..

tsaka tanggap mo sya ng buo…

mahirap gawin pero masarap subukan dahil

wala ng sasaya pa if u let one person feel na

MAHAL NA MAHAL mo sya without asking 4 any return…

den u can say wow un pla ang

why do we love ba?

so we can have somebody to talk 2?

someone who can be der pag gus2 natin gumala?

a person na pwedeng manlibre satin?

magbigay ng load pag 0 balance ka?

taong magbibitbit ng gamit mo?

alalay for short!

eh panu kung di ka nya mahal

would u still love him/her?

would you still continue 2 care 4 dat person?

bakit naman endeeee?

u didnt love dat person para magkaroon ka ng alalay,

magkaroon ka ng instant load & meal dahil libre,

taong gagawa ng assignments mo or projects,

or taong mahihila mo if u want to go out…

if dats wat u think about love well sori ang babaw mo,

loving a person doesnt nid 2 hav a criteria

na dapat maganda o guwapo,

dapat mabait or understanding,

kc once u fall inlove u take the risk of accepting dat person

kahit maingay sya ma2log, ung hilik ng hilik

kahit matakaw sya o sobrang fat na indi kau kasya pag puno ang jeeep!

kahit sobrang moody nya na kulang nalang ay sapakin mo sa inis!

ung sobrang selosa na pati barkada pinagseselosan bad3p dbah?

and ung napaka-arte OA kung baga!

o kahit anu png things

dat would turn u off…

hirap tlaga magmahal trying 2 be perfect kc gus2 mong magtagal

pero endi un ang sagot sa lahat…

ACCEPTING da real person fully

kc if u said na mahal mo sya u dont nid 2find

answers kung y mo sya love…

kc lahat ng tao nagbabago but if u accept dat person

magbago man sya in da middle of ur relationship

endi ka masasaktan kc u know dat darating din un..

tsaka tanggap mo sya ng buo…

mahirap gawin pero masarap subukan dahil

wala ng sasaya pa if u let one person feel na

MAHAL NA MAHAL mo sya without asking 4 any return…

den u can say wow un pla ang

Bully

Bully

I am the girl that you once knew
I am the girl who now hates you
I am the girl who kicked and screamed
I am the girl who you demeaned
I am the girl who bit and swore
I am the girl that you hurt more
I am the girl who tried to fight back
I am the girl forced to pack
I am the girl made to leave
I am the girl that you now grieve
I am the girl that you once knew
I am the girl who now hates you

I am the girl who never lied
I am the girl, that because of you
Died.

catharyne walton

HEARTBREAK ROAD

HEARTBREAK ROAD

I’m walking down this road called heartbreak,
which leads to a place called despair.
It’s a long and lonely road that I’m travelling
and I’ll find no comfort there.

It’s not a road I ever thought I’d be taking
and it’s not the way I’d choose to go,
but my failure to hold onto life’s dream
has led me down this road of sorrow.

This road has deep holes filled with sadness,
when I stumble, tears form in my eyes.
From the darkness tears splash into the puddles
and the whole world can hear my cries.

My broken dreams and schemes accompany me
even though they weigh heavy on my mind.
Happy and sad memories hinder my progress,
which makes each step so hard to find.

My heart has been emptied and shattered,
and I’ve only heartbreak road left to walk.
It’s a never ending one-way road of darkness
to which no sunshine can be brought.

Orlando Belo

Still I Rise

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

The Phone Call

The Phone Call

A girl quickly punches a number into her phone and waits until she hears the other line pick up.

“Becky, I don’t know what to do, I really don’t. I love him so much and I don’t think he thinks of me that way. I mean, whenever I see him or think of him, I can’t help it, this smile comes across my face. Sometimes he sees me smiling and smiles back. That’s when my knees turn to jello and I get butterflies in my stomach. I know you think that he’s is so totally adorable and cute, but if you look past that and actually listen to what he has to say, you find a totally different person. He’s so caring and considerate and he makes me feel like I don’t deserve him. Well, actually, I don’t deserve him. He’s too perfect, I mean, look at all the girls that fall over for him. I could never be one of those. Their all so pretty and bubbly and….. not me. I couldn’t even start to compare myself to them. But whenever I think of him or see him, I can’t help it, I smile. Now I didn’t tell you this but he called me the other day about homework. I tell you now, I made a complete fool of myself. I’m so embarrassed. I stuttered the whole time, but he was so sweet and just kept talking and making me feel better. He’s so perfect Becky, I don’t deserve him, so why do I keep wishing and praying that he will notice me, why?…………Becky? Becky are you there?”

“This isn’t Becky.”

Petrified the girl asks, “Then who is this?”

“ This is the guy who’s smile turns your knees to jello and I just wanted to say one thing. Everything you just said now, I’ve been wanting to say since the day I met you.”

The Salty Coffee

The Salty Coffee

He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, “Please, let me go home…”

Suddenly he asked the waiter, “Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.” Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, “Why you have this hobby?” He replied, “When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there.” While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home… Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life’s lie. This was the only lie I said to you—the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything… Now I’m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste… But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.”

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, “What’s the taste of salty coffee?” She replied, “It’s sweet.”

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March 2010
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