1 Corinthians 13

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels,
but have not love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains,
but have not love,
I am nothing.

If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

ordinary people

girl, i'm in love with you
this ain't the honeymoon
we're past the infatuation phase
we're right in the thick of love
at times we get sick of love
it seems like we argue everyday

i know i've misbehaved and
you've made your mistakes
and we both still got room left to grow
and though love sometimes hurts,
i still put you first and
we'll make this thing work
but i think we should take it slow.

I hang up, you call
We rise and we fall
And we feel just like walking away
But as our love advances
We take second chances
Though it's not a fantasy
I Still want you to stay

boxes and cups

a conversation and misunderstanding over these two objects have led to a much messier tangle than i asked for. a light spring cleaning that turned out to be a summer-fall-winter project as well.

and as much as we all want to turn a blind-eye to our ugly, hurtful pasts... they are there.

they'll creep up on you... and if you're lucky, it won't be a rude awakening that leads to the conclusion that boxes and cups are the least of your worries.

major:

after some careful 5 minute thought about it, i've come to the conclusion that being in a relationship is like majoring in something. if you're lucky, you're majoring in something that you really love; but it doesn't always mean that it's easy. the first 4 classes are great: they're everything that you've imagined it to be like. but then comes the hard stuff... the microbio, the ochem, the e100, the mae 120 of the relationship. and it's tough, through and through. tough on your mind, tough on your body, tough on your heart. sometimes you feel like giving up, and you almost do. but then you wake up and realize that it's not an option (if you're smart-or stupid, however you look at it): to give up. at least not on your end. people deal with the difficultly differently. some people stress out and cry, others just breeze on by. but where am i going with this... oh yes, a major you really love. You push through those classes and just try to keep your head above water until it's over. And when it's over, it's over. Sure, some will jump boat and switch to another major. One that will make their life a lot easier and probably more practical, but they'll end up doing something for the rest of their lives that they are lukewarm about.

So, it comes down to quit what you love or don't quit...even if it is hard at the time. Just know that it will end, and you will come out stronger from something that you thought broke you. All you have to do, is hold on through that quarter.. or semester. However long it is.

this is where we are.

the ochem, the e100, the mae 120. literally, for one of us; and even though it frustrates me, i'm thankful that you don't stress the way i do. and because of that, i'm not flunking in "us".

unexpected

I think it's safe to say that it has been a long time comin'. As I stand here, I am a whole young woman: freshly painted with a coat of shimmery pink and shiny red--like a giant walking, breathing valentine's day card. The lacquer has been brought upon by the most careful and patient painter. But there's something beneath the eye. Underneath this layer lies a cracked surface. The paint was too stubborn come off completely, and while pieces may have chipped away, the lines are still there. The new drops of paint have been slowly seeping into these cracks, crevices, and Grand Canyons of me-and I had no idea.

Or maybe I did know, and denial got the best of me. But it's time to face the unexpected truth. They are there. They exist. Now the only way to solve this is to go back with a mask and an electric sander. It'll be a whole lotta ugly before it gets pretty.