Be Afraid…Don’t.

“I tried to save all these tears the whole day but I think it’s time that I pour out the rain from a heavy cloud. This phenomena woke me up to my tiniest nerve, and suddenly, I didn’t care about everyone else. All I care about is YOU. We have surpassed too many trials and this one will never tear us down – we are like a single strand. Take my hand, darling. I will carry all your burdens with HIM.”

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

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Terrified

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPhOET2v8YM

“And I’m in love…and I’m terrified…”

I got LSS with this song when I was browsing KC’s files in her flash drive. Kareen Claire Jardinez is my dear friend in college, taking up Bachelor of Arts in Communication, who happened to be the official photographer on my debut night. Her boyfriend, Jeremias Aquino, is also a Communication Arts student. It may be too much to ponder but I see compatibility in them, no matter how short the span apprehension I had with them.

Click…click…click. I was at the edge of my emotions when I the icon of this video so I invoke their right to privacy. Anyway, I texted KC right away to ask permission. Because it made a hit in my ego, I adjured her to post this here on my blog site.

After a few minutes of conversation with her, I took the brainchild to post this online today, September 9, 2012, for their 2nd year anniversary.

As promised, I did branch off their shown love to each other starting with Youtube, then I shared it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and here’s the Finale on Wordpress.

They are the cutest couple I’ve seen and swear, kinilig ako sa kanilang dalawa! (That’s why I posted it here – it’s SAMthing extraordinary. And I only choose those beyond perfection!)

To Kareen Claire Jardinez and Jeremias Aquino, happy 2nd year anniversary to the both of you! Embrace the beauty of LOVE. Keep the strong bond going. Spell love and commitment, unconditionally. My prayers and thoughts are with you!

P.S. I fell in love with this song because of that couple. (Thought they were the real ones who sang it.)

Video Credits: Kareen Claire Jardinez

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

“And I’m in love…and I’m terrified…”

I got LSS with this song when I was browsing KC’s files in her flash drive. Kareen Claire Jardinez is my dear friend in college, taking up Bachelor of Arts in Communication, who happened to be the official photographer on my debut night. Her boyfriend, Jeremias Aquino, is also a Communication Arts student. It may be too much to ponder but I see compatibility in them, no matter how short the span of apprehension I had with them.

Click…click…click. I was at the edge of my emotions when I the icon of this video so I invoke their right to privacy. Anyway, I texted KC right away to ask permission. Because it made a hit in my ego, I adjured her to post this here on my blog site.

After a few minutes of conversation with her, I took the brainchild to post this online today, September 9, 2012, for their 2nd year anniversary.

As promised, I did branch off their shown love to each other starting with Youtube, then I shared it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and here’s the Finale on WordPress.

They are the cutest couple I’ve seen and swear, kinilig ako sa kanilang dalawa! (That’s why I posted it here – it’s SAMthing extraordinary. And I only choose those beyond perfection!)

To Kareen Claire Jardinez and Jeremias Aquino, happy 2nd year anniversary to the both of you! Embrace the beauty of LOVE. Keep the strong bond going. Spell love and commitment, unconditionally. My prayers and thoughts are with you!

P.S. I fell in love with this song because of that couple. (Thought they were the real ones who sang it.)

Video Credits: Kareen Claire Jardinez

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

My Imperfect Man

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Do you know someone? Someone who is so imperfect but he can make my heart melt with his undying love? An undying love, he is going to love me more than forever? Forever is not enough, he is spending almost every second of his life to prove my worth? 

He is imperfect but I define perfection as someone who is imperfect. He is average looking but I see him as the most brawn man. He is weak but I believe he is the strongest man who can save me from anything. In short, I see him differently from that of all people. I see beyond imperfection.

There’s a friend whom I talked to before. We were waiting in the library, then. “You don’t necessarily need to understand something for you to like it.” He asserted.

From that moment, I suddenly grasped that idea from him. There are times it takes more than our senses to perceive something or someone. If you know what a MAGIC is, then that’s what I am talking about.

Do you know someone? Someone who is so imperfect but he can be my Beast for life? An imperfect Beast who loves me like Belle and doesn’t look for any other girl? Looking at me is his favorite pastime?

When I say, he doesn’t look for any other girl, I mean nobody else aside from me. My imperfect man has all his eyes on me, and nobody else. Nobody else can catch his attention because we are like magnets: positive and negative electric charges do attract. And attraction involves only two people.

When you say, I am crushing on someone, of course, you, plus him is two! So, one plus one is equal to two. That’s a basic Mathematics. (You are doing good.)

Now, we say only two people. Only two people are possible for this attraction. I don’t count numerous crushes here. Because numerous crushes are mortal sins to me. These crushes are “little devils.” I may sound too possessive for contending this idea, but it is not logical if you say you have tons of crushes. How many eyes do you have, huh? How many set of senses are present in your system? (Think thrice.)

Beyond the bounds of possibility, I still am looking for my imperfect man. It took me a thousand downfalls before I realized what I need, and not what I want. I need a man who loves me, unconditionally. A man who can’t like another girl because I am his only crush. It’s a bit thick that I don’t need someone who is perfect. I don’t need a gorgeous man who has a million girls in his eyes.

It’s beyond contempt but I hate polygamous men. Pardon me, people. I wrote this post not to change your views or something. Neither nor, I didn’t bark a slogan for your definition of a PERFECT MAN.

I am just looking for someone who is imperfect. Someone who can say, “I-M-perfect!” Do you know one, please?

(Call me futile with this blog post. Before I began thinking about drafting this post, I already expected oppositions or arguments later on. Anyway, I would love that! Comment and let’s conquer the world. I am standing on my belief, no matter what.)

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

Says Lindsey

“YOU ARE NOT WORTH MY EVERYTHING,” says Lindsey, with a pout on her face. After months of having the on-and-off relationship with Patrick, she sure knows what will happen next.

Few minutes ago, while she was typing something for her paper, How To Have A Useful Marketing Strategy, due tomorrow, her friend, Lisa, called. “Oh, dear. I saw your spinach (Patrick) with that hell cat. They are both riding Patrick’s Isuzu…”

Lindsey took that into speculation before. Patrick, going out with another girl named Natasha…Natasha kissing Patrick publicly…both of them directing a show for all, and Lindsey crying over Patrick for being such a fool.

“Lisa, please stop…I can’t, uhm…I know Patrick’s happy with her side, but he loves me, still.”

Lisa chortles a bit. She sort of know that kind of laugh Lisa has when someone mocked her beyond extent.”Seems like he cares, you know? He loves you because you are so messed up believing him despite the distortion he’s causing you; or how about this…he loves you because he’s in for your money?’

The truth about Lisa’s theory hit her. It’s the kind of pain you feel when someone stabs you in the chest, two times a minute, digging deeper and deeper before you knew that you are dying. The soggy, scarlet blood is oozing right through that spot where the knife has beat you.

Do I have to stop the bleeding or let the hemorrhage continue until I no longer feel the pain because I’m already dead asleep?

To be continued…

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)