You think you're cooler than me

I may be like this,










or like this,

or this.







You may like this,








and of course you love this,

and some of this.

Might I say more...




















But I'm cooler than you,

because to me,

you're this hot!

and damn gurl I LOVE YOU

Call This Memorable

 I remember that first time we got to know each other, it was at your party for your 18th birthday. I didn't know if it was a sense of being with you which compelled me to go, or if it was really meant to be. I braved an MMDA officer and the Makati police, plus 2 hours of travel time to get there, and I did.

The next memory was of your 19th birthday, which you probably have little to recall of. You drank with your high school friends and I went there at around 2am coming from NSTP that morning and Cheska's house the whole day. Again, it felt like I was drawn to going, even though I was late, even though everything was closing and we only stayed for around 30 minutes before we parted ways. Maybe it was also fate that led you to the Starbucks in Corinthian hills at 1:00 in the morning, making it easy for me to come at you.














Strange, the way I look back, about how we could have been way back then. And still, I don't regret anything I did before, probably because we both knew that one day, we would be us, right now.

But the best memory, however, has not yet been written. No pictures yet, but in time, well, maybe it won't just be a memory.

Sometimes

I wonder how we get along.
I wonder how we even find time to do what we do.
I wonder what's really in store for us.
I wonder how we're going to do all the things we want to do together.

I feel that you neglect me.
I feel depressed because you talk about your exes so much
I feel that it may not be worth it in the end

I make believe that we're going to live that dream life.
I make sure that we be together forever.

But always, I will, love you with all my heart.


Before I forget the meaning of why I'm doing all this, I wanna wish you a very very happy birthday.

Best friends forever,
GUS YU

Let's Have A Penguin Type of Love

I've always wondered what that meant, so I tried looking on the interwebs just to see how the world spins around:

Apparently, once the female emperor lays one single egg in the middle of the coldest region of the Earth, she goes away to look for food to stock up on. The pear-shaped, defenseless egg is not left with the spouse, or the male, tucked under an extreme layer of fat under the male's stomach. The male does not eat or drink as it incubates the baby egg, and loses about half of it's weight and body fat in the process of incubation which may last upto 9 weeks. When the egg hatches and the baby penguin comes out, the female returns and both parents shift roles; the male goes off to feed while the female takes care of the baby. after this time, the male and female take turns feeding the baby penguin from food stored in their stomachs while feeding.

So, was it the food? Of course, the food brought us closer then ever before, and food was the brand new start. Food was what kept us together again. Penguins have fat, and fat is caused by food. I'm fat, and so are you. therefore this love is all about food, it makes sense, right? I didn't think that was the right answer.

Next thought: Was it the eggs? Again this is about food, but more than the food, it's about the eggs. Penguins have eggs, and they love the eggs so much because it's their baby in there. They even leave it with the male, who, in my translation, loves eggs a bit too much. but, nah, I don't think that's the right answer either.

Finally I thought, what if it were no different, and at the same time, the most special thing that's happening? It was certainly possible, that the love penguins feel was just the kind of love everything else feels, but at the same time the loves a penguin couple feels for each other makes their kind of love unique and special. There was no certain factor I could have pointed out to prove this fact; it was, in itself, magical.

So all that food, all that fat, wouldn't dare compare with this love for you. Emperor penguins live in the coldest regions on earth, yet they keep their body temperatures well adjusted to the cold without affecting their metabolism - just like my love which could survive the most extreme of weathers without a change. Male penguins don't get tired of taking care of the egg, and lose half their weight in the process - which is a damn big sacrifice. If that isn't love, then what is?

So, lastly, I quote:
Coleen: When we stop feeding each other, that's when we stop loving each other.
Gus: Hindi. Kasi we won't stop loving each other.

 Let's have a penguin - type of love

Funny

For all your funny faces

For all the awkward faces

For all the vain pictures

For all the candid pictures

And Just for the downright weird...

Your penguin loves you!!!

The Adventure

Today, you and I went to the most amazing whole day trip we could ever think of as of this point in time. Finally, our Binondo adventure was underway, and although we were on a tight budget, there was much excitement in the both of us.

Of course, we took the jeep to Quiapo, almost got lost, traversed through the busy and somewhat cautious streets of Manila, and found our way to our initial destination. we even saw a lot of scandalous things along the way *ahem ahem sex toys on the street ahem ahem*

Then we walked through the streets of the historic chinatown, and found out that there was a lot to see, but really nothing to see at all. it was the adventure of walking and trying to explore every corner that kept us going and going. I even bought some preserved prunes and peanuts. Unfortunately, we couldn't buy anything for you because you were too stubborn to buy anything.

Finally, after hours and hours of walking through the streets to find something to eat, we settled on a small restaurant managed by the "people in pink." You had your fill of Hakaw while I had lechon macau, roast duck, and some spareribs. Good meal.

Then, we went to the shopping centers like 168, 11/88. and 999 to look for things we could buy. nothing there. It was a tiring walk, and I personally thing that we could have done without it and just went home to rest up, yet somehow it was an opportunity we couldn't have passed: we were already there, so why not?

Afterwards, we went home to pick up yaya and your lola to drive them home to Antipolo. Is the trip done? Nope. Greenhills was on our next stop, and after looking at that toystore for everything we needed, we proceeded to Victory Christian Church, for a different feel of religion. You were already tired, I could tell.

But we're not done there. Since shope were already closed in greenhills (aww sorry for the chicken), we proceeded to tomas morato to look for something to eat. Lo and behold, there it was. FRANZ BURGER! We had a good meal, which didn't cost much either.

Simple, tiring, time consuming....yet special.


These are the adventures in life I offer you. It may be long, and it may be tiring, yet it's most definitely worth it. I might not be the one who'll surprise you with flowers, or give you the most expensive gifts, yet i can be the one whom you can take anywhere without complaint. I'll be the one to fit your budget and take that jeep with you, who won't be afraid to go to where you want to go. I'll be that one who'll encourage you, and take that first step to take you to places you'd surely enjoy. I'll be that one who walks with you and makes the effort to know you better even though you think that I already know everything.

This is my adventure, and I want you to be that adventure. I want you to be the one i'll have this adventure with. Sure, we've had our rough moments. Sure, I'm stupid. Sure, I get mad at you for being stupid yourself. But isn't that thrill worth the adventure?

I'll be your backpack. I'll be your shoes. I'll be that cap which protects you from the sun. I'll be your towel, your extra shirt. I'll be your lip balm.

Most Importantly, i'll be beside you in our adventure, every step of the way.

"Throw it away. Forget yesterday. We'll make the great escape."

It's Vanity

There's that one point in time where you just lose something,

and looking back at the past, I wonder: Where did you go?

 

You used to love pictures, enough to buy an expensive camera.

You took vainity pictures of youself and all our friends.

You and I.

You looked so happy, so beautiful with that warm and happy smile.

It was simply magical that other people can smile and I can't; I was fascinated. Dazed by the pictures of you, awed by the vibrance in that emotion you always portrayed when you looked at me from the moment you faced your camera and seized yourself in that moment in time.



I just thought to myself while arranging these pictures: "OMG YOU'RE FUCKING PRETTY."













But you know what? Even though I care that you don't do what you used to anymore. This is all I care about:

You're still that beautiful girl I fell in love with, and that beautiful girl that I'm in love with right now. We're happy, and I see it in your face.
Vanity? Hah! Thy name is Gregoleen!