tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91838436428163454802023-11-15T08:16:00.987-08:00it's a constant state of war.Ish, Sarah, and Kinah's emotional Payatas.Ish&Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02250082861635728200noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183843642816345480.post-77128441401481050722010-12-22T05:33:00.000-08:002008-01-20T04:48:23.293-08:00WELCOME.Welcome to http://loveisrealist.blogspot.com.<br /><br />This is Trizia's Kinah's and Sarah's emotional Payatas.<br /><br />Feel free to scavenge through the trash and turmoil of our emotions, on love, loving, and getting up from love.<br /><br />All are original compositions unless stated otherwise.<br /><br />Visit our archives (with links on the right side of the page) to see the older entries :)<br /><br />Leave some love please and thank you :)<br /><br />To those who want to contribute to our site, just email your compositions to donotmindus@yahoo.com :) Thanks!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">-Sarah, Trizia, & Kinah<br /><br />From December 22, 2007<br />(blog started with: the WIND)<br /></div>Ish&Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02250082861635728200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183843642816345480.post-70080125390870953892008-04-21T06:16:00.000-07:002008-04-21T06:18:56.663-07:00You and IYou and I, we are but waves at sea--<br /> and I believe we've reached the shore....<br /><br />where the depths of the sea is far away...<br /><br />and all we have left is shallow water....http://www.blogger.com/profile/05693720179614207206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183843642816345480.post-87430484992981082882008-01-20T04:14:00.000-08:002008-01-20T04:23:21.584-08:00an analysis of my world systemI do what I do for <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">and you </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">exploit </span>me.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">You </span>fuel me with words, for me to believe.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">And it hides all the hurt <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>'ve made me go though.<br /></div><br />I <span style="font-style: italic;">know </span>I hurt. But what can I do? <span style="font-style: italic;">You </span>are the <span style="font-weight: bold;">core </span>of my <span style="font-weight: bold;">world system</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and I?</span><br /><br />I am just <span style="font-size:180%;">one </span>of your <span style="font-style: italic;">many peripheries</span>...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">-s.g.<br /></div></div>Ish&Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02250082861635728200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183843642816345480.post-7517369745662881722008-01-11T21:59:00.000-08:002008-01-11T22:06:29.021-08:00hey guys i know this is seems a little lameish, but you should try anyway :D cmon, u know u want to :P <br /><br /><table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>You Are A Romantic Realist</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/romantic-realist.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><font color="#000000"><br />You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.<br />Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know.<br />And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball...<br />But you'd never admit it to your friends!</font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/">Are You Romantic or Realistic?</a></div><br /><br /> - KinahIsh&Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02250082861635728200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183843642816345480.post-61623404842533085482007-12-23T09:40:00.000-08:002008-01-20T04:25:52.695-08:00the rules of the game<div align="right">Rules exist to maintain order, to promote fairness. Rules exist to prevent biases, to put off injuries. But the rules of the game of THIS one is different. In this game, there are no rules. No order, no fairness. All biases, all injuries.<br /><br /><a href="http://xb7.xanga.com/6bcd1366d903579838255/z54307740.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 179px; height: 334px;" alt="" src="http://xb7.xanga.com/6bcd1366d903579838255/z54307740.jpeg" border="0" height="424" /></a>There is no name for this game.<br /><br />Like a game of ball, there is a play:<br /><br />she smiles.<br />he falls.<br /></div><br /><div align="right">Like any other game, there are rules: </div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">she loves.<br />he leaves.</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">There is no name for this game.</div><br /><div align="right"><br /></div><br /><div align="right"></div> photo by:<a href="http://xanga.com/smack_it_photobooth">smackitphotobooth</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">t.l.<br /></div>Ish&Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02250082861635728200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183843642816345480.post-22848722141853631022007-12-23T06:42:00.000-08:002007-12-23T07:13:21.367-08:00Self Help<div align="justify">Is a relationship of mutual dependence possible? </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes</span>, <em>but</em> there is always a chance one party is more vulnerable than the other </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="center">because at any time, the other party could just <strong>walk away from the relationship</strong> they work hard to build because for some reason he/she perceives the <strong>benefit</strong> of leaving <em>higher</em> than the <strong>cost</strong> of staying. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center">In a sense, it is only when each party realizes that they still have <strong>control over their own entities</strong>, that they recognize their <strong>sovereignity</strong>. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center">If you’re a <em>liberalist</em>, there might appear this notion that</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;">“maybe this one’s different”</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center"> but then again, what guarantee does one have? </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center">One must engage in <em>self-help</em>, and act cautiously to the idea of ventures requiring trust since in a state of anarchy;</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center"> the name of the game, is <strong>survival</strong>. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="right">-k.s.</div>Ish&Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02250082861635728200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183843642816345480.post-68795274779109853752007-12-23T04:15:00.000-08:002007-12-23T04:34:42.471-08:00six steps to a security dilemmastep 1. he had fallen for her, but he is scared. she can't know. so he channels his love to someone else.<br />step 2. she falls for him. she gets jealous. he has someone else. he can't know. she channels her love to someone else.<br />step 3. he gets jealous, but he can't show. because she has someone else. he doubles his effort to someone else.<br />step 4. she is scared. she can't show. because he has someone else, and she has someone else. so she builds on her relationship with someone else.<br />step 5. he can't have her, but he's falling even more for her, but she can't know. they both have someone else.<br />step 6. she falls even more for him. but she what she knows is that he loves someone else. so she keeps herself away from him, and goes with someone else.<br /><br />and it just goes on....<br /><div style="text-align: center;">and on....<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">and on...<br /></div><br />*security dilemma: a concept in <span style="font-style: italic;">realism</span>. "in the course of providing for one's own security, the state in question will automatically be fueling the insecurity of other states." "Security dilemma exists when the military preparations of one state create an unresolvable uncertainty in the mind of another as to whether those preparations are for defensive purposes only (to enhance its security in an uncertain world)....."(Realism by Timothy Dunne) so other states raise up their defenses, and in the process, makes the initial state insecure enough to re-raise it's defenses.<br /><br />Major cause of it all: <span style="font-weight: bold;">UNCERTAINTY </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold;">MISUNDERSTANDING<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;">-s.g.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05693720179614207206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183843642816345480.post-8850449667239931782007-12-23T02:33:00.000-08:002007-12-22T10:42:54.551-08:00MUGing sino ka man...<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop, just me and my mug.<br /><br />I look in my mug, and it's <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">empty</span>.<br /><br />It has <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">always been</span>.<br /><br />I sat in my favorite seat, one where I am able to watch people pass by.<br />I see different people, and as I watch them pass by, I know they don't notice me.<br /><br />But sometimes they wave and recognize I was just there, waiting for someone to say hi, but I know <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">they just come to go,</span> they just pass by.<br /><br />Then <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">you </span>had to come in.<br /><br />You sat in front of me, and saw my empty mug.<br /><br />You offered to fill it with your special blend.<br /><br />So I <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">accepted</span>.<br /><br />I let you fill my mug.<br /><br />and it looked promising, I tried it, and it made me feel warm inside.<br /><br />You came and made me try something new, something that wasn't me, and I let you.<br /><br /><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">I handed you back my mug,</span><br /><br />to make you feel the same way I felt.<br /><br />You smiled and held my mug,<br /><br />but because of your <span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">carelessness</span>,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:6;">you dropped it.</span><br /><br />It fell.<br /><br />It shattered.<br /><br />You looked at me, then went out the door, <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">afraid to face what you have done to my mug</span>.<br /><br />And I stand alone.<br /><br />By my favorite seat.<br /><br />Looking at my shattered mug, its pieces just scattered on the floor. Everything happened so <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">fast</span>. I bend and <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">pick up the pieces</span> of the mug I took so much care for. A mug which I <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">entrusted </span>to someone <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">I never expected to break it</span>.<br /><br />Yet he did.<br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">It will take a while to piece them together. And the cracks will forever be part of it.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br />And I stand there, realizing I should have just stayed with my empty mug.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">and now I'm more alone than ever.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">What hurts more is<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right">I still thirst for that blend that once filled my mug.<br /></div></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br />-sg.</div></div>Ish&Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02250082861635728200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183843642816345480.post-44347015354310028992007-12-23T00:36:00.000-08:002007-12-22T08:27:04.820-08:00and nothing elseA rusty, frail chair in that perfect, little spot overlooking the sea. The sound of the wind and the waves crashing. The dark sky. <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">And nothing else</span></em></strong>.<br /><br />This is her <strong>favorite</strong> spot. <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">And nothing else.<br /></span></em></strong><br />This is <strong>her</strong> spot. <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>And nothing else.<br /></em></strong></span><br /><strong>Here,</strong> she dreams about the stars and <span style="font-size:130%;">how they could make her wishes come true</span>. She closes her eyes, concentrates on the feeling she gets from her favorite spot. <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">And nothing else</span></em></strong>.<br /><br /><strong>Here</strong>, all her heartache is gone; vanished in an instant. <strong>Here</strong>, she turns back into the girl who believes. <span style="font-size:130%;">The boy</span>, who then, broke her heart, turns into that <em>perfect boy</em> <span style="font-size:130%;">again</span>. Their memories, that would usually give her nothing but nightmares and trauma, turn into <em>the perfect fairytale</em> again. <span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong>And nothing else</strong></em></span>.<br /><br />There is <strong>no</strong> ‘the end’ in her spot. The story went on chapter after chapter.<br /><br /><strong>Here</strong>, she could delete all the bad things in her life. The spot was her <em><span style="font-size:130%;">‘recycle bin’</span></em>. All the heartache and heartbreaks would be gone in just <strong>one</strong> click.<br /><br /><strong>Here,</strong> there is a <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">‘rewind’</span></strong></em>. Back into the times when he’d hold her tight like there was no tomorrow. When he’d just look into her eyes <strong>for the longest time</strong> and when she’d ask <em>“why?”,</em> he’d keep silent and then he’d say <strong>“it’s you</strong>. <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">And nothing else.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">”</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong>Here,</strong> there is a <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">'saved'</span></em></strong> button. It goes back into the moment <strong>when he’d surprise her at her porch</strong>, one February morning with the biggest sign that says: <em>“will you be my valentine?”</em>. It goes back into the moment <strong>when he’d carry her home</strong> because her feet hurt from those 4-inch stilettos she had on at the night of their prom. It goes back into the moment <strong>when it was just them.</strong> <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">And nothing else.</span></em></strong><br /><br />It goes back into the moment <strong>when he’d point to a dull corner</strong> (resembling that of an ugly wedding centerpiece), just overlooking the sea. It goes back into the moment <strong>when he’d lead her there</strong>. <em>To the dull and uninviting spot.<br /></em><br />It had nothing but a rusty, frail chair placed in a spot where it overlooked the sea. The sound of the wind and the waves crashing. The dark sky. <em><strong>And nothing else.</strong></em><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><div align="right">-t.l.</div>Ish&Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02250082861635728200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183843642816345480.post-60414182948733958032007-12-22T05:08:00.000-08:002007-12-22T05:11:08.158-08:00the wind.I'm standing so firm with conviction that i <span style="font-weight: bold;">won't</span> fall for him,<br /> and he's like the wind <span style="text-decoration: underline;">trying to knock me down</span>, <span style="text-decoration: underline;">trying to make me fall</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />without </span>any plans on catching me because <span style="font-style: italic;">it's not in his nature.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:6;">No</span>. It is not in the nature of the wind to catch.<br />It is only good in <span style="text-decoration: underline;">sweeping you off your feet</span>, then <span style="text-decoration: underline;">drop you off in some unknown land</span>.<br /> So i'm <span style="font-weight: bold;">scared</span>. I'm scared to be swayed by the wind that is he. So I don't move.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I stand firm</span>.<br /></div><br /> Until I am <span style="font-weight: bold;">sure </span>that the wind will take me to <span style="font-style: italic;">paradise</span>.<br /><br />But then again, <span style="font-size:180%;">it is not in the nature of the wind to catch</span>.<br /><br /> and when it sweeps you off your feet, it will take you to an unknown place, and once you get there, <span style="text-decoration: underline;">you realize you're alone</span>. the wind has left.<br /><br /><br /> It was <span style="font-weight: bold;">just passing by</span>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> -s.g.<br /></div>Ish&Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02250082861635728200noreply@blogger.com0