[This basically deals with the same topic as an artikulo on a good friend's club. You can read his one on his club. But don't expect me to provide any link :P... But onward with this one:]
Okay. Basically, pag-ibig is an emotion; As a student of psychology I stand sa pamamagitan ng that view the way Sakura stands sa pamamagitan ng Sasuke's side.
It is one of the five basic emotions that we feel. The other four being: Joy, Grief, Anger and Fear.
So "Love" would be an emotion in the end. No two ways around it. That's solved that. '
So where is pag-ibig a choice? Well... pag-ibig isn't exactly a choice. But, loving someone is. We tend to confuse these two... You don't get to choose if you fall in pag-ibig but you choose who you fall in pag-ibig with.
Hence, case in point. pag-ibig be an emotion. Falling in pag-ibig be a choice. Case closed. No pagtatalo paid heed to. *runs to a sasukechu! (y'know a sasuke+pikachu thing)*
Okay. Basically, pag-ibig is an emotion; As a student of psychology I stand sa pamamagitan ng that view the way Sakura stands sa pamamagitan ng Sasuke's side.
It is one of the five basic emotions that we feel. The other four being: Joy, Grief, Anger and Fear.
So "Love" would be an emotion in the end. No two ways around it. That's solved that. '
So where is pag-ibig a choice? Well... pag-ibig isn't exactly a choice. But, loving someone is. We tend to confuse these two... You don't get to choose if you fall in pag-ibig but you choose who you fall in pag-ibig with.
Hence, case in point. pag-ibig be an emotion. Falling in pag-ibig be a choice. Case closed. No pagtatalo paid heed to. *runs to a sasukechu! (y'know a sasuke+pikachu thing)*
He: ^-^
BTW Did you miss me?
Me:Would it matter if I did?
He: Oh come on its just a tanong and yes it does
Me:Well I did.... A bit.
Like I said, I had a really rough and busy week.
Now why would you ever care?
Did you ever really?
Was my missing you ever even important to you?
Was I ever important enough for that?
Even for an hour?
Or was it simply empathy which drove whatever affection you ever had for me?
Do you miss me? Now that I'm not there?
Or is it just me who ever cared enough?
Why does it even matter to me right now?
Why am I still crying over you when you've moved on?
Why do I keep hoping you'll come back someday?
And why do I pretend like I don't care?
Wouldn't it be nice?
If I had a vial
Of liquid which would make me forget you?
But there isn't
And this pain is mine alone...
BTW Did you miss me?
Me:Would it matter if I did?
He: Oh come on its just a tanong and yes it does
Me:Well I did.... A bit.
Like I said, I had a really rough and busy week.
Now why would you ever care?
Did you ever really?
Was my missing you ever even important to you?
Was I ever important enough for that?
Even for an hour?
Or was it simply empathy which drove whatever affection you ever had for me?
Do you miss me? Now that I'm not there?
Or is it just me who ever cared enough?
Why does it even matter to me right now?
Why am I still crying over you when you've moved on?
Why do I keep hoping you'll come back someday?
And why do I pretend like I don't care?
Wouldn't it be nice?
If I had a vial
Of liquid which would make me forget you?
But there isn't
And this pain is mine alone...
I keep my inbox empty, except for all your messages. I feel like a loser, but I read them when I'm sad.
I've stalked you...Quite a few times, actually. Sometimes, I feel annoyed when a part of the conversation is in messages.
I often dream of you. Even though they'll never come true... Like those times when I dream that we're together again.
To everyone, I'm over you. But you're the root of my saddest poems...
I often pray we'll be back again. Then, look back and think we won't.
I have a paborito memory of you. The only one I refuse to ever cry about. That's the only one untouched sa pamamagitan ng the kamakailan turn of even between us.
Lastly, you were probably my first love... I know how wannabe I sound. But that's something I believe.
I've stalked you...Quite a few times, actually. Sometimes, I feel annoyed when a part of the conversation is in messages.
I often dream of you. Even though they'll never come true... Like those times when I dream that we're together again.
To everyone, I'm over you. But you're the root of my saddest poems...
I often pray we'll be back again. Then, look back and think we won't.
I have a paborito memory of you. The only one I refuse to ever cry about. That's the only one untouched sa pamamagitan ng the kamakailan turn of even between us.
Lastly, you were probably my first love... I know how wannabe I sound. But that's something I believe.
(Eh God...it still exists...I wrote this one back in 8th when I had this humungous crush on an anime boy....It still exists...*embarrassed* Oh lord)
Everytime I see you,
Everytime you smirk,
There's only a single tanong on my mind,
why couldnt it be you and me,
For ever and eternity,
why couldn't it be you and me,
why did she have to come in between?
Why couldn't it be you and me, for ever and eternity??
Everytime you walk with her,
Everytime you ignore me,
I try to hide a tear,
And I dream of asking you.......
Why couldn't it be you and me,
for ever and eternity,
why couldn't it be you and me,
why did she have to come in between?
Why couldn't be you and me, for ever and eternity
Everytime I see you,
Everytime you smirk,
There's only a single tanong on my mind,
why couldnt it be you and me,
For ever and eternity,
why couldn't it be you and me,
why did she have to come in between?
Why couldn't it be you and me, for ever and eternity??
Everytime you walk with her,
Everytime you ignore me,
I try to hide a tear,
And I dream of asking you.......
Why couldn't it be you and me,
for ever and eternity,
why couldn't it be you and me,
why did she have to come in between?
Why couldn't be you and me, for ever and eternity