To confess or not to confess?

(Edited... Jan 26, 2007)
So you've decided to tell your best guy friend that your feelings for him have surpassed friendship. Have you really thought it out?

A good movie always has a certain degree of mush. Salma Hayek and Colin Farell ignored society when they fell in love in Ask the Dust. But behind the scenes, all Hayek can say about Farell is that "...We worked really well together because we are both very creative, but we really trusted each other and we were very respectful of each other." I doubt they even talk anymore. Pornography is a thriving industry despite rape and sexually-transmitted diseases. People speak of kisses and hugs with rosy undertones, forgetting that stolen kisses may also be shared by rapists and their victims.

Advertisers try making associations between love and their product. Consumers buy these products, not out of necessity for the product, but because they subconsciously think that with the imitation of the ad through the closest way possible (having the product), the love will follow.

Why is love blown up to such heights? Because it's so hard to find. And it's never absolute even when you find it.

It could just be attraction, infatuation, or even obsession. you could "love" someone because you find something in the person that represents something you want for yourself; or something that reminds you of yourself. It could be anything BUT love. The funny thing about the world is that it says people under 18 aren't capable of love. This same world set Romeo and Juliet as the standard for true love. Juliet was 13 years old. It also says that people are in love only when they are in a relationship. Other than that, you're just infatuated.

Love is a personal road. Even if the person loves you back, it's still personal. You may love the person more, or the person may love you more. It depends on the person's capability to love. There are people who can die for the people they love. And there are people who measure love's gravity by the amount of homework you do for your special someone.

There are risks to everything. You must be sure of your intentions first and foremost. If you expect to remain friends, you better think twice. Receiving love from a friend is different from receiving love from someone who means it differently. It becomes a hideous thing because you think you are obliged to reciprocate even when you really aren't.

You have two options that branch out to other possibilities: It's either you tell him or you keep it to yourself. Seemingly simple. But it's the possibilities that make the decision harder. If you tell him, you could risk his rejection or get an instant boyfriend, which leads to other possibilities or questions like; do you even want a complication in the form of a boyfriend? If either of the two doesn't happen, you could share a lukewarm friendship since the person feels pity for you or become better friends if you're both mature enough.

If you choose to keep it to yourself, you could love him in secret and be very frustrated... or/and eventually get tired of the masquerade.

The decision is up to you. I wish you success. If you aren't, I wish the experience proves to be an educational one. I do hope you're not going to do anything stupid just because I did.

A theoretic approach to life

A box has 6 equal sides: The top and bottom; the left and right side and vice versa; and the front and back.

A situation is a box. It has a side that everyone sees; the positive side; the negative side; the side of one party; the side of another; and the side nobody sees. Most of the time, we see only 3 sides.

If we see situations in this view, it won't be hard to work out every possibility; every angle; every side. I haven't come up with a way to work this out yet, but I'm starting to...

Miao?

As a requirement for a subject of mine, Journ 121 (The Electronic Newsroom... ooh, I like the sound of that), we've been assigned to make blogs that follow proper blogging etiquette.

I've been blogging ever since I was in high school, just because i wasted too much paper, and I misplaced a lot of my old diaries.

I never knew there was such a thing as "blogging etiquette" til now.

This is going to be my 5th blog to date. I still keep my 1st blog; I made a second blog when I found out my first blog wasn't as unaccesible as I had first thought yet it now serves as a venting for information I'd like to keep available for myself that i cannot post on the 1st blog; the third blog was supposed to be public, where I'd post comments on certain issues. I deleted it because I got bored with the template; the fourth blog isn't an actual blog, but an account on a website that hosts art. I post my more acceptable poems there and some of my sketches and attempts at digital art there for comments.The site has a journal feature so I call it my fourth blog. And this shall be my 5th blog, where I shall post comments on relevant issues. Anything from the demotion of Pluto to the color of day-old undies.

When i started blogging, I thought I was a good enough writer. i thought my issues were deep, eye-opening and readable. When I browse my first entries, I can't help but laugh, and let out a sneeze or two. My blog was my diary, my sanctuary. It spoke every now and then regarding my problems and for a while, I'd think somebody did understand me. Months later, blogs became the "in" thing. My blog suddenly became a common, insignificant proof that i was a slave to fad. for a time I started ignoring my blog. Until I visited it no longer. But I could never abandon my oldest friend. I went back to blogging just after 4 months.

I'm such a loser sometimes. Bear with me :)