is this really is it?

Love?
really? what does it mean?
A lot has been said but still nothing can fully satisfy me about it?

I would say that I have been inlove - a lot of times, however, I should say too that I have lost a lot more.
But come to think of it, when can you truly say that you have won?

Is it love when you are with someone whom you think is right for you?
Is he Mr. Right when when he cares about you a lot?
When he goes out of his way to do thing just to make you feel special?
Is he Mr. Right when you have been with him for a couple of years?
but...who decides who is right and who is wrong?

Is it love whenever you meet again with somebody from the past and still feel the giddy feeling when you two touch?
Is it still love when you feel like you are in cloud 9 when that SOMEBODY
expresses how important you are to him no matter how long you have not seen each other?

Is it love when you think of someone who became a part of your life for a very short while just because you wanted to sip a cup of steaming hot coffee and a dash of Cinnamon?

Is it love when you think of someone who might comeback after almost a decade of silence?
Just wondering if you can still burn the candle together...

Or is it still love when you are alone, just living the life and loving yourself without waiting for someone else's decision, living alone enjoying life without thinking about someone else's approval?

Because I believe that being alone is not that bad at all...
Being alone does not necessarily mean being lonely.

Does love guarantee to drive away the demons of loneliness?
Does it protect you from the searing pain of disappointments?
Does it hinder tears from rolling down your cheeks?
Does it heal the wounds of the reckless heart?
Does it strip you with the longing to be with somebody?
Can love do all these?
Can love give meaning to your existence?
Can love sustain your emotions?
Can love fill the void that empty arms can offer?
Can love unclothe the emptiness that misfortunes have created in you?

then... what is love?

love is.....................

is this really is it?

Love?

here are my darlings, crowding me whenever we do some art works.
oh how they love to tinker and wonder.

my '09 completers...
how i miss them...
spending 3 years with them is both a marvel and a pleasure and seeing them leave the 4 corners of our small room makes my heart cry with joy because they are venturing into the world of the graders and and makes my heart cry with nostalgia because they will always be my sons and daughters.

my students with their handprints on the back of their shirts
nice!!!

Two of my dear students doing their art work
Souvenir shirt from Stella Mariz Learning Center.
They had fun messing around and they had a shirt that they can wear proudly knowing that they have decorated it.

the falsity of dying to live again

Living is a part of me...and i have experinced some of it...
dying is also a part of me however i have died in order to live...
the death of two dreams...
the death of two fervently wished occurrence
the pain of death
the stinking smell of death
of waiting to live again after the death