tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31623901993515818082024-02-19T14:25:12.702+08:00Silent Breaker"I want to be heard,share a piece of my life and be an inspiration to others"Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-74925612187679028382012-07-21T17:22:00.000+08:002012-07-21T17:22:42.896+08:00Nothing is SimpleI used to lay in my bed and tried <b>to find a reason</b>.<br />
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A reason to stay..<br />
A reason to leave..<br />
A reason to give up..<br />
A reason to believe..<br />
A reason to remember..<br />
A reason to forget..<br />
A reason to love..<br />
A reason to hate..<br />
A reason just about.. <i>everything<b></b></i>.<br />
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Where did I go wrong? What's wrong with me?<br />
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I got tired of finding a reason so I stopped. Sometimes all you need is just to stop for a minute. Flashback memories might kill, but they come and go as well as feelings.<br />
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<b>Nothing is simple</b>. Why make them more complicated anyway?Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-12440704378965714682012-07-21T17:06:00.000+08:002012-07-21T17:06:27.121+08:00Small Group<center>This is a group binded by our love for God.</center><br />
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I'm always looking forward to meet with these girls! They inspire me, they keep the fire burning in my heart, they water the seeds that God has already planted, they help me find my way back when I'm kinda lost, they make me feel and believe that I am not alone in my race with God.<br />
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We love to explore new places, eat, talk about God & simply pray for each other. :)Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-55346544674897180622012-06-27T11:22:00.000+08:002012-06-27T11:22:28.001+08:00Selective Amnesia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUkF_BR_KMSNYIw3_lpwWRtgLKBgLrQOTGobLbambpofmkio5-SLqXkR5MGxvwiZX_r_SbLa8uOB5YGUW4PaKa1UvIH2EHIQHhiRi8goDHpLc1353x_FeKOvW567uz6OCsqyZePuHzCc0/s1600/my-bad.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUkF_BR_KMSNYIw3_lpwWRtgLKBgLrQOTGobLbambpofmkio5-SLqXkR5MGxvwiZX_r_SbLa8uOB5YGUW4PaKa1UvIH2EHIQHhiRi8goDHpLc1353x_FeKOvW567uz6OCsqyZePuHzCc0/s400/my-bad.jpeg" /></a>
</div>Ohh...M*therfriggin' goat loving son of a biscuit eating sh*t hugging bunny... <b>I forgot all about my blog!</b><br />
I just <i>came to my senses</i> and realized I do have a blog (since <b>2008</b>)! I have neglected this for such a veeeery looooong time. My mind's been preoccupied with a lot of different stuffs lately. Oh my, <b>where do I even start? :|</b><br />
Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-48906568660588933782012-03-29T17:05:00.000+08:002012-03-29T17:05:22.112+08:00March 29, 2012If I ever push you away, I <b>don't really mean </b>to. When I tell you, I don't want to talk about it,<b> I do</b>. I am just looking for the <b>right words</b>. Give me a minute, and if I can tell you, I will. I'll try to be a <b>struggling mix of real and perfect</b> at the same time. At the moment, I am working on the ratio. When I get really quiet sometimes it is because I have<b> too much</b> to say. I have thought of <b>too many things</b> to tell you <b>all at once</b> and I don't know what to say first. I get <b>immaturely jealous</b> of anyone who <b>gets to see you </b>on a <b>daily basis</b>. I miss you really easy but I also like that <b>we can be apart and we are both okay</b>. Space is good, too. I love the way we love some of the <b>same things</b>. And I love how we love <b>entirely different things</b>. My head is a<b> complicated </b>pile of <b>thoughts</b>, and <b>fears</b>, and <b>cravings</b>, and <b>dreams</b>, and this <b>tangled up nostalgia</b> for the <b>past</b> and somehow, the <b>future</b>. I am <b>flawed</b> and I am <b>human </b>and I am <b>broken </b>and I am <b>trying</b>. And i love you.Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-20149254551190787522012-03-26T00:10:00.000+08:002012-03-26T00:10:18.653+08:00Everyone's talking about Simsimi! <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIa9VwJG6ryLCYvSKoKz53i9LD6XLnUxaurX_iPWxc_yvOLlgrfJC3r1S0bxdRJAaTsKJKH-LqluEy2CeUDUHytNlX2aQU1q7K2DHbrRQWUgY1Pq_5CkOWB77rfTiAP9ygfVmoFdz0rIA/s1600/simsimi-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIa9VwJG6ryLCYvSKoKz53i9LD6XLnUxaurX_iPWxc_yvOLlgrfJC3r1S0bxdRJAaTsKJKH-LqluEy2CeUDUHytNlX2aQU1q7K2DHbrRQWUgY1Pq_5CkOWB77rfTiAP9ygfVmoFdz0rIA/s200/simsimi-4.jpg" /></a></div>My news feed is flooded with posts about Simsimi or different conversations with this super-advanced chatting robot. I did try too! Haha. Most of the time this yellow chicken talks nonsense. But I admit chatting with this thingy was kinda fun. Here's a sample of our conversation. I typed my name just for the hell of it and look what I've got! This really made me chuckle!!! :P <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9pACT0CbyO8pbNX6k9m3XYaM7d1luvvehHkxErLs2sieq3eGQqmKS5eI4xD1fqobOPfBV_2-nriPtLiI3SSmOxhzB25k_74gCYxyCp_ixFTwbaV8vLU8L0fTfn9kbECmwQK4JWnxusw/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9pACT0CbyO8pbNX6k9m3XYaM7d1luvvehHkxErLs2sieq3eGQqmKS5eI4xD1fqobOPfBV_2-nriPtLiI3SSmOxhzB25k_74gCYxyCp_ixFTwbaV8vLU8L0fTfn9kbECmwQK4JWnxusw/s400/Untitled.png" /></a></div>PS<br />
You can talk about anything! Just be ready for his responses. <br />
(Not even sure if he's a "HE") LOL.<br />
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You wanna talk to Simisimi too? Click <a href="http://simsimi.com">HERE</a>. :)Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-69340477912347012462012-03-23T07:09:00.001+08:002012-03-25T23:08:32.939+08:00Sometimes, hugs are much better than apologies.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGayFm09JKy6_x8R6k_v2KgmC7Vy5CDzWQTuxZxEYyOze3enCydK8XeGkDwFqBIg_z5EwaYAYwhUlXYz-yj_ZLMETQYACmoIq-aoepKs9vnm_P_71SFxJYV6fj7GvHdVFgBXzMzOt0KA/s1600/embrace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGayFm09JKy6_x8R6k_v2KgmC7Vy5CDzWQTuxZxEYyOze3enCydK8XeGkDwFqBIg_z5EwaYAYwhUlXYz-yj_ZLMETQYACmoIq-aoepKs9vnm_P_71SFxJYV6fj7GvHdVFgBXzMzOt0KA/s320/embrace.jpg" /></a></div><br />
You cannot easily erase the pain by saying “sorry”. Do your move. Make her feel that you’re sincerely open to take chances just to give her happiness. When she is wrapped in your arms while you’re kissing her hair, she feels important. For her, it is a sign of love from you. Every girl deserves to feel the way they want to be loved. Likewise, if you did something reckless and made her cry, just do things to make her smile. <br />
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All your effort will not be wasted as long as you’re willing to do it. Give your best as much as you say “sorry” a million times. Sometimes, apologies are not enough. Girls want to see that you are worth for second chances. Then, all you gotta do is prove it.Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-58801762684819283192012-02-06T08:31:00.001+08:002012-02-06T08:34:41.532+08:00You Know Who You AreWe may not be perfect. We may not always be together every moment of everyday. We may get distracted sometimes, but I know that you are what I want. I know when we are together I feel like I belong, I feel like that’s<b> where I’m supposed to be</b>. I know days go by without us being physically together but I know that it will pass. I know people try and get in the way of us but <b>they will never get through</b>. Think about it! We have made it so far… and we can make it even further. I have <b>faith in us </b>and I know you do too. Not by obligation but because you actually love me,<b> I feel it.</b> I <b>know</b> it. I love<b> us</b>, with our imperfections and everything.<br />
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#Waking up thinking of you, made me write this. Good morning<b> Zir</b>. C:Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-70927394790650562352012-01-28T08:56:00.001+08:002012-01-28T08:58:54.645+08:001-28-12Fight for me. I want you to beg me to stay and tell me how horrible you're doing without me. Show me you <b>need</b> me and <b>want</b> me in your life. That you'll do <b>anything </b>to make me stay. Show me that I'm the <b>only girl</b> for you, and no other girl compares. Chase after me. Don't let me give up, show me I'm making <b>a big mistake</b> by <strike>leaving</strike>. Show me how important I am to you. Don't just let me <b>walk away</b>...Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-85285836558944829372011-12-31T13:54:00.002+08:002011-12-31T14:00:53.881+08:002011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSPdb_OQ9bUTNnpCX1542Ls0DDp8dK06K7CqRYc4tM4KcTUXr_XtyH4jiy2aRvGGxGYGfmtTvpMhvlTjyM-Sop7SofO37aTFe0dU9glP-VsmdD0C2Bc5Z-etjIBzyiMdWIKj_cevKOcs/s1600/goodbye2011-450x337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="100" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSPdb_OQ9bUTNnpCX1542Ls0DDp8dK06K7CqRYc4tM4KcTUXr_XtyH4jiy2aRvGGxGYGfmtTvpMhvlTjyM-Sop7SofO37aTFe0dU9glP-VsmdD0C2Bc5Z-etjIBzyiMdWIKj_cevKOcs/s320/goodbye2011-450x337.jpg" /></a></div>2011 is the year that went by so fast, maybe a little too fast. It’s the year your so called friend walks out of your life, and it’s the year you realize who the real ones are. It’s the year you felt the most pressure to the point where you gave up so many times but you’re still learning how to get back up. It’s the year you said you were going to accomplish great things yet you feel like you’ve just wasted time. It’s the year you cried over too many pointless things, too many times. It’s the year you look back on all the lifetime memories in which you find yourself missing the people in them. But it’s also the year you move on, slowly, and you realize that everything will be okay. And it did, eventually. :)<br />
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#2012pleasebegoodAllysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-27384847842921878602011-12-25T16:49:00.000+08:002011-12-25T16:49:12.598+08:00Dear GODThank you for inviting <b>Lolo</b> to be with You on this day. We are not saddened by his <i>death</i> because we know he is<b> happy and fortunate</b> enough to celebrate this day <b>personally </b>with You. Have a <b>Merry Christmas </b>everyone. C: #bittersweetAllysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-26525015548536727722011-12-24T18:13:00.000+08:002011-12-24T18:13:14.416+08:00This Part Right Here<b>Noah</b>: Would you just <i>stay with me</i>? <br />
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<b>Allie</b>: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we’re already fightin’.<br />
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<b>Noah</b>: Well that’s what we do, <b>we fight</b>… You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing. <br />
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<b>Allie</b>: So what? <br />
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<b>Noah</b>: So <b>it’s not gonna be easy</b>. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but <b>I want to do that because I want you</b>. I want all of you, for ever, <b>you and me</b>, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What’s it look like? If it’s with him, go. Go!<b> I lost you once, I think I can do it again</b>. If I thought that’s what you really wanted. But don’t you take the easy way out. <br />
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-The Notebook</i>Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2597453999055758652011-12-22T20:46:00.000+08:002011-12-22T20:46:29.890+08:00Man vs. Woman: The Pathetic Truth<b>Woman </b>asks: If I sleep with 3 men, everyone calls me a<b> slut</b>. But when a man sleeps with 8 girls, everyone calls him a <strike>real man</strike>. <b>How come?<br />
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<b>Confucius </b>replies: ‘It’s very simple. When one lock can be opened by 3 different keys, it’s a <b>bad lock</b>. But when one key can open 8 different locks, we call it a <b>master key</b>’.<br />
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Not good. SIGH.Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-79471532792060771862011-12-21T09:40:00.004+08:002011-12-25T19:47:18.782+08:00Santa's Not Coming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXypE4r6ujP-Yqi1y6WQaE6Lgtzbg5dNDtd2jm6018vjpa6GJeARSrelzScjQe1CjVxhHgb_JHGPq9JHihDQdEyUBPJO7yGXJC7p-JTyXCvM-Cs8L-_6MzoNdVl1462UUKiJJu35Myrkk/s1600/tumblr_lufty6Mg261qbpzi9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="205" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXypE4r6ujP-Yqi1y6WQaE6Lgtzbg5dNDtd2jm6018vjpa6GJeARSrelzScjQe1CjVxhHgb_JHGPq9JHihDQdEyUBPJO7yGXJC7p-JTyXCvM-Cs8L-_6MzoNdVl1462UUKiJJu35Myrkk/s320/tumblr_lufty6Mg261qbpzi9o1_500.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<b>I’d really like to spend the holidays with you.</b> The seasons are greeting us, the night’s just right, and mistletoe’s aplenty. I’ll hang some LED lights,pull the plastic Christmas tree off the shelves in the garage, and brew us a nice cup of instant hot chocolate. I’ll grab you by the waist or you'll probably grab mine and close my eyes, thinking all the while that Santa’s not coming to my house this year. I’ve already got what I want from my wishlist, and that’s <b>you</b>. #you-know-who-you-areAllysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2239587816076723222011-12-21T09:28:00.000+08:002011-12-21T09:28:55.630+08:00Good Morning Sunshine ^^<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rCkNGmi_0gzzKST4Zbiy1kOmvRddvAyMmaQOdgF5HcBXZR-vwlhkD8ozVgr5e6U_j3vVdaL5WR2XMARlZqTmzJASKfi1lITQ8x218jTBFIeJxrblvw1wYlkMWGbDBqxU6wTc5-k0oJA/s1600/BCT+sandwich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="279" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rCkNGmi_0gzzKST4Zbiy1kOmvRddvAyMmaQOdgF5HcBXZR-vwlhkD8ozVgr5e6U_j3vVdaL5WR2XMARlZqTmzJASKfi1lITQ8x218jTBFIeJxrblvw1wYlkMWGbDBqxU6wTc5-k0oJA/s400/BCT+sandwich.jpg" /></a></div><br />
BCT (Bacon Cheese Tomatoes) Sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate for breakfast. A yummy way to start the day. :)Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-10481276667048095312011-12-20T14:49:00.000+08:002011-12-20T14:49:42.629+08:00Sedong Hits It Hard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tQL39o18olPApUcYZ_QGABW43tETXoRZayZt_lc0Enc-pOmxjub_NstGMzsncyZsSw8wTg4OrzEolBGxHeUEg-M8rZ__dEkRGG52kJyRbJQZ2oqkRWe9HjWBNFwkGlH-Snesac0pC9M/s1600/tumblr_lwhgofMH8t1qa6ka6o1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tQL39o18olPApUcYZ_QGABW43tETXoRZayZt_lc0Enc-pOmxjub_NstGMzsncyZsSw8wTg4OrzEolBGxHeUEg-M8rZ__dEkRGG52kJyRbJQZ2oqkRWe9HjWBNFwkGlH-Snesac0pC9M/s320/tumblr_lwhgofMH8t1qa6ka6o1_1280.jpg" /></a></div><br />
No words can describe how I feel right now. Except maybe my prayers go out to the victims of typhoon Sendong in CDO and Iligan, Philippines. This picture is of a father carrying his daughter… His <b>dead daughter</b>. Right now more than 600 people died because of typhoon Sendong, and about 300 are still missing. Please help them. Let's all pray for them.<br />
*Not my photoAllysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-65087870192055022002011-12-19T18:16:00.000+08:002011-12-19T18:16:40.688+08:00Words are Useless<blockquote>There are certain people who come into your life and leave a mark. Their place in your heart is <strike>tender</strike>; a<b> bruise of longing</b>, a<i> pulse of unfinished business</i>. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a <b>hundred ways</b>. And when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, <b>words are useless</b>. </blockquote>Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-15495793374158097022011-12-03T11:28:00.002+08:002011-12-03T11:41:41.499+08:00No Looking Back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2V2Qe4OoRRk9vpGQ4R_WHcy2ylSyovqRI5g34qP9uLVd-qlVc-jsMtX90pyxLYHWj5vvAiROr-2ZpXDI-xe4gh_u8qwk2OXP7zocCe7D-aj3LfI0OMDDQrkmZ1-yVDa-UncjBypvsgU/s1600/dianearbus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="234" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2V2Qe4OoRRk9vpGQ4R_WHcy2ylSyovqRI5g34qP9uLVd-qlVc-jsMtX90pyxLYHWj5vvAiROr-2ZpXDI-xe4gh_u8qwk2OXP7zocCe7D-aj3LfI0OMDDQrkmZ1-yVDa-UncjBypvsgU/s320/dianearbus.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Dear <b>PAST</b>,<br />
Thank you for all the lessons.<br />
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Dear <b>FUTURE</b>,<br />
<b>I'M READY.</b>Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-80003993424142277722011-10-29T10:45:00.001+08:002011-10-31T23:39:42.674+08:00Just Saying<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovWhYg9cyhuv0cL_NrR9JPgyh8cofh7U1K5uqDwVfMcjKsXorHTQEA8oloLWAYTqDGOETyMIkmDarKxVZmwe7LSYT0diCxKxHyGX9v5ME3I2nd3w3sGySaolHoPiqYiNfDL5s2YPiHQY/s1600/a+rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovWhYg9cyhuv0cL_NrR9JPgyh8cofh7U1K5uqDwVfMcjKsXorHTQEA8oloLWAYTqDGOETyMIkmDarKxVZmwe7LSYT0diCxKxHyGX9v5ME3I2nd3w3sGySaolHoPiqYiNfDL5s2YPiHQY/s320/a+rose.jpg" /></a></div><br />
What do you feel when you love someone? If distilled down to it’s core components, what would those be? Yes, love is an <b>emotion</b>, a<i> feeling</i>, a <strike>wanting</strike>, and a <b>“being”</b>. We know it feels good, but what specific feelings, wantings, and beings are present when we feel love? <br />
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<blockquote>Love is <b>Accepting</b>.</blockquote>Acceptance is labeling someone as<b> “okay”</b> and having no particular desire to change them. Who they are is<i> perfectly fine with you</i>. You pose no condition on whether you will love them or not. This is called <b>unconditional love</b>. When your love is conditional, the moment they step outside your set of conditions, love wanes. Consequently, love is rarely a constant state but <i>fluctuates</i> based on our degree of acceptance.<br />
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<blockquote>Love is <b>Appreciating</b>.</blockquote>Appreciation is one step <i>beyond acceptance</i>. Its when your focus is on <strike>what you like</strike> about another. We look at them and feel this <b>sweeping appreciation</b> for who they are, their joy, their insights, their humor, their companionship, etc. When someone says they are “in love” with another, they mean their <i>appreciation is so enormous </i>for this person that it consumes their every thought.<br />
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<blockquote>Love is <b>Wanting Another to Feel Good</b>.</blockquote>We want those we love to be happy, safe, healthy, and fulfilled. We want them to feel good in <b>all ways</b>, physically, mentally and emotionally.<br />
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OOOHH MEEEN! These chick-flick movies made me want<br />
to talk about love again! Pfft.Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-67709436108645929492011-10-19T18:57:00.000+08:002011-10-19T18:57:13.377+08:00Even when you're hanging by a THREAD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-DcGhrk4Z57QiQ1qEmHJ9gwk7QURMstUPfH8lfAndS-A6n5ADACq7dXMHxUxQ_jKDYDCWK0358Eyy0CzcKgRfleJqa3O0wTAXj6y7mcDiU5gDLJ7Id-_5IqM2G2fqvm8i0Z91YtqoUU/s1600/tumblr_lm8myiphPl1qc8odko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-DcGhrk4Z57QiQ1qEmHJ9gwk7QURMstUPfH8lfAndS-A6n5ADACq7dXMHxUxQ_jKDYDCWK0358Eyy0CzcKgRfleJqa3O0wTAXj6y7mcDiU5gDLJ7Id-_5IqM2G2fqvm8i0Z91YtqoUU/s320/tumblr_lm8myiphPl1qc8odko1_500.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Life is a <b>series of bridges</b>. The hardest part is deciding which ones to cross and which to burn. Figuring out <i>who to leave behind</i> and <b>who is worth risking it all</b>. Who will be there waiting with open arms at the other end? Who will be cutting the rope as soon as you step on? You realize whether you’ve made the right decision when you’re about halfway across, but by that point, it’s <strike>too late </strike>to turn around. You have to<b> push forward</b>, slowly and carefully or quickly and recklessly. Whichever way you choose, <strike>you can’t look down</strike>, you <b>can’t be afraid</b>, there is <i>no room for second guessing</i>. Even when you’re hanging by a thread, even if the foundation is shaking, even when the fire at your back creeps closer, even when you lose sight of the other side, keep your head up, eyes forward, and <b>faith strong</b>. Doing all you can to resist the temptation to jump.Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-1532193020419453292011-10-14T22:16:00.001+08:002011-10-17T23:38:03.502+08:00Cool With ITI'm weird, yeah, what else is new.<br />
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I don't mind being called strange. Strange is a definition of not being pulled in by the crowd and do what everybody else is doing because that's exactly how my whole life has been. I've been so.. different (if that's how I simplify it, and to make it <b>look sane</b>).<br />
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You know my old habit of how I write stuffs on my notepad just to keep my thoughts flowing and it's not just about one particular stuff, occasionally about family stuffs, mostly about what I go through, what randomly pops in my head. So <strike>I really don't mind</strike> if some people don't get it,<b> I'm cool with it. <br />
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P.S.<br />
I've been kinda busy these past few weeks. :3<br />
Finals, Research Study, Pre-oral defense! Pfft.<br />
Everything's over and done. Thank God. :DD<br />
<b>HELLOOOOO SEMBREAK</b>!!!! Ugh. I'm 'effin excited to go home.Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-36157941598923230642011-09-04T01:58:00.000+08:002011-09-04T01:58:06.814+08:00Lesson LearnedA wise man sat in the audience and cracked a joke. Everybody laughs like crazy. After a moment, he cracked the same joke again. This time, less people laughed. He cracked the same joke <b>again and again</b>. When there is no laughter in the crowd...<br />
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He <b>smiled</b> and said,<br />
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<blockquote>"You can't laugh at the same joke again and again, but why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over again?"</blockquote>Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-72124510304564610562011-08-29T18:43:00.000+08:002011-08-29T18:43:15.268+08:00Love Smarter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xlSJZbEhbtv-vekOAAPmI0ohTreBPkpDWZDEA1pCkKRqzhIBxynfkyRFuJNA8rrSXZSJaTowkeywsGBZhQ5mCUMj0RVlP0w-jEmWjFZ6LyONxrkcWkMK2Va4e8cDLz-nvEwlckDbwok/s1600/chickenloveninjas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="280" width="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xlSJZbEhbtv-vekOAAPmI0ohTreBPkpDWZDEA1pCkKRqzhIBxynfkyRFuJNA8rrSXZSJaTowkeywsGBZhQ5mCUMj0RVlP0w-jEmWjFZ6LyONxrkcWkMK2Va4e8cDLz-nvEwlckDbwok/s320/chickenloveninjas.jpg" /></a></div><br />
We were given a<b> looong</b> weekend at school, so I decided to go home. I miss home so much-my bed, my family, <strike>everything</strike>! I’m happy I’d be able to spend time here. <br />
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So, one of my friends came to visit me this weekend. Last night we were discussing certain past situations and jokingly labelled them as <b>"emotional terrorism”</b>. We laughed and continued on our conversation, enjoying a full evening of each other's company, snacks, and movies. After waking up this morning, our conversation wandered down the<strike> path of romance</strike>, but this time we kept the discussion in the present or future tense. <br />
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At one point, this bubbly friend looked me straight in the eye and told me that the only way to have a successful relationship was to <b>not let go of your emotions</b>. She insisted we needed to evaluate a potential partner with our <b>logic</b>, rather than our hearts and date someone for a while before even beginning to open up emotionally. I listened and nodded.<br />
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Later this afternoon I was hanging out with some friends and surprised myself when I made a comment during another conversation about romance. I swear, I talk about more topics than this. It just happened to be <strike>the subject of the weekend </strike>apparently!<b> LOL</b> Basically I suggested that I could enter into all the actions of a relationship <strike>without any of the emotional attachment</strike> or strings that came with it. I said perhaps it would be better if<b> I kept my feelings in check</b> and just carried through with the motions of dating to<b> avoid </b>the possibility of<b> being vulnerable or hurt</b>. My friend expressed surprise that I would be able to do this.<br />
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I realize how <b>ridiculous</b> that statement was! First of all, after thinking more about what I said I realized<b> I don't think I am capable of doing something like that</b>. Secondly, even if I was,<strike> I don't want to be a person like that</strike>.<br />
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But I didn't trust my own thoughts, because as already proven, they can be faulty at times. The only thing that heals those wounds is <b>love</b>. So though I had momentarily been convinced that putting my heart in time out would help keep it safe, I know that the ability to love and feel is <b>the only thing turning the wrongs of our life to right</b>.<br />
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Rather than shutting out the chances to love, it's important to let it rest in the arms of its rightful companion which is <b>”WISDOM"</b>. Making mistakes in love is just <i>a part of being alive</i>, but rather than closing it out and declaring it bad, it is important we learn from our errors and<b> move on to love more successfully</b> in the future.<br />
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So I am taking my heart out of time out and giving myself a break. I will not allow my past to emotionally terrorize my present and fill my future with fearful inaction. Instead I will learn from the past and make <strike>wiser decisions</strike> about my future. But my decisions are to <b>love smarter</b>, not love less, because <b>loving smarter lets me love stronger</b>. <br />
Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2474351770639075302011-08-29T11:15:00.000+08:002011-08-29T11:15:27.160+08:00Yes, I am.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZFsw0RW8Hm6YejyS2O9cHZy7h_nzeWS65xH-uvCzkIA4VNIGmMQdHZnykNU4FGkxlEDl3Q55l6vqaGVN3RObMWaTAtKoWl3ruH26Tn6qzaf96xX2evrnJ8WZOVZ2o809WwWJV-NEe28/s1600/fine__by_shutdown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZFsw0RW8Hm6YejyS2O9cHZy7h_nzeWS65xH-uvCzkIA4VNIGmMQdHZnykNU4FGkxlEDl3Q55l6vqaGVN3RObMWaTAtKoWl3ruH26Tn6qzaf96xX2evrnJ8WZOVZ2o809WwWJV-NEe28/s320/fine__by_shutdown.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I woke up this morning with a <b>smile</b> on my face..<br />
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Your absence doesn’t hurt me anymore..<br />
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I am here.<b> I am smiling</b>.<br />
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I am. <b>Fine</b>.<br />
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Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-73359720878638212982011-08-27T17:37:00.000+08:002011-08-27T17:37:18.388+08:00Only Time :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TKYJs4l-1vweIbeKsfj8OS57O1zXe479_ahjiSYoVJ_2HgJoghGRVYSo13ocSAn3P1JjDKOP1th22v2gI3DPPgtQSWbO-iKe_4QCafEkmVBroFaKEvZxQVv8VRtKoloYdxIxq2m0Mp0/s1600/tumblr_llupwqQuNH1qarrwd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TKYJs4l-1vweIbeKsfj8OS57O1zXe479_ahjiSYoVJ_2HgJoghGRVYSo13ocSAn3P1JjDKOP1th22v2gI3DPPgtQSWbO-iKe_4QCafEkmVBroFaKEvZxQVv8VRtKoloYdxIxq2m0Mp0/s320/tumblr_llupwqQuNH1qarrwd.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-45954924860153504612011-08-15T17:52:00.000+08:002011-08-15T17:52:29.210+08:00I'm Not Lost. I've Found Myself.So I guess the old habit's back. Here I am writing crap out of my head and hoping in the future I'd be able to look back and think, "wow, now that's true inspiration" because when nobody else in this world is willing to give you any advice, sometimes the only person you have to rely on is yourself.<br />
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These past few weeks I've learned a lot. Probably too much to handle for someone easily frustrated like me. Rejection, failure, loss, and heartache.. All in less than a month. Sometimes I wonder what's the point of going on in life, if every sacrifice I put into was in vain. Or what's the use of dreaming, if the future is dictated for you. Or what's the use in trusting someone, if at the end of the day you're on your own. <br />
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But you know what, that's just a blessing in disguise. It might seem terrible and painful, but maybe that's just the thing I need. A massive wake up call.. for the fact that it's the wrong path I've been taking and I should just change lanes. <br />
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Well at the moment I am happy on how things are going for me. I am happy that I've grown as a person, I've become more mature. And the thing I'm happiest about is that I've reconnected with GOD. I am building a much deeper relationship with HIM. And guess what? That's all I really need. <br />
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<blockquote>"Those who joyfully leave everything in God's Hand, will eventually see God's Hand in everything."</blockquote><br />
Worry ends when Faith begins. :)Allysia Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268noreply@blogger.com2