peeping John

Oh come on muse it over now! The fact that we have a father who’s obviously a boy and a mother who’s indeed a girl, why can’t we charge empathy that in our age, infidelity is rampant among relationships. A boyfriend snatched by a tempting slut, a girlfriend hypnotized by a seasoned player, a lover fell out to a super high in love used-to-be user. This one’s worst, a friend ditches you by unplugging gradually your lover on your love socket. Blame it to whom then?

Dogmatically, there are three Ls that most of the intimate times, is being used inappropriately by these lovers who are assertive enough to blab that they are fit to love someone who is even equally unfit to love back.

Starts with the first L for love, what’s new about this? Nothing! Just oftentimes, we forgot that this was the very emotion we were puzzled to comprehend and contrast with the rest of the million emotions that our Limbic system could ever formulate long before we knew we had the emotional brain. Any of the references you want to believe could actually give you the meaning of it but until now, its definition remains relative and with that, let this first L to be a personal discretion. What I am sure of, it’s the 99% reason behind golden anniversaries.

Proceed to the second L for lust. Nine (9) out of 10 would say “it is often confused with love” Is it? Don’t think so. In most simple way, it is when you see someone looks virtually the same with the last porn star you’ve hid from your parents. A controllable and sexually reasonable genital attraction.This L seems interesting! So let’s continue. Have a toddler sibling? Well, well, well, lust could be like when they badly want to get the jar of candies intentionally placed on the peak of Mount Everest. Note that it’s not the jar but it’s the candies. It’s 99% culprit of marsh hymens and snob penises.

Last L for a coined term, Lustlove. It is when, either you don’t know how to dissect if it is love or lust or you’re trying to enjoy rotting the relationship by acting like you don’t. Even if love may be hard for you to gauge, lust has its clear statement that often times disregarded so beware of it. If you’re sure it’s not lust, it doesn’t mean you’re sure it’s love. It’s hard because the greatest fortitude whether it’s lust or love is when virginity acts like Casper (the friendly ghost). So, play right or else you’ll be compelled to show sportsmanship. Lustlove is 99% root of abortion and unwanted pregnancies.

Whether or not the previous words strike, it’s irrelevant. Just mull over that girls can be sluts, pseudosluts and sluts-will-be while boys are all looser Players if, we don’t know how to screen the Ls properly.

stReet cornErs: love. life.

Driving back home from an anticipated revelry, drowsy yet in high spirits. While the wheels were trying to send me home, a scene along the sidewalk kindled my senses. They were sweethearts who were in the same bar where I’ve enjoyed the night. Intimate enough to make me crave for a girlfriend. Red light, so I stopped and tried to divert myself from sleeping with David Cook’s “the time of my life”. Few lines then I barely hear the song. Voices from the sidewalk somehow break off its melody but still I just tried to sing with it.
The next thing I saw from the side mirror, the girl suddenly walked away as the guy tries to stop her. They stopped few steps from my car with their voices audible enough for my ears “wala na gali’y nabilin sa ako. Bisan gali pride para sa akong kaugalingon wala na tungod lang nimo. Grabe sad ka oi!” the boy said with a humble begging voice.
Tears were then trying to cascade from the girl’s seemingly in remorse eyes. Perhaps she felt what his boy’s trying to say. It was an empathy the boy was wishing her to have all the while when he is still persistent enough to save the relationship. But the boy left her behind and walked away. It was indeed a scene that inflicts “They whom you least expect to do you harm, merge to be the culprit of the ruin” Green light, I stepped on the accelerator and send my ass home. Then I slept!
Life needs proper perception. Just like driving, you should know when to stop and when to start running. Don’t leave yourself and always fasten the seat belt of the people you want to have a ride with as you pave the road of reality.
Always check your heart if it functions well as your brain just like checking the engines if it powers the car to run. View the side and rear mirrors for reflection on everything you do and say. Try to turn on the signal lights to light your way as you open your eyes to accept the real.
Above all, update the fuel level every day to remind us when to go to the gasoline station just like ringing a bell for us when to pray to Him for strength that keeps us from driving.