Midnight Ramblings in Manila

I just finished watching Midnight in Paris and it was wonderful.

Love. Paris. Dreams.

It kinda makes you go… Hmm… and think about who you are, who you’re with (if you’re with someone), or who you want (if you’re not with someone.) Love is something that I want to experience but I’m honestly bat shit scared of. Well, it comes from seeing first hand all its effects…of love.. or lust, or whatever stupidity it is that affects men, or us all ( just to be fair).

We are creatures capable of so much stupidity.

Do we really know how it is to love? I’m sure that we know how it is to try, and most often than not, we expect ourselves to be disappointed.

What am I saying? That perhaps love is an illusion. or love is a fantastical notion.Or maybe just out of reach from us normal human beings?  (If you’re in love and feel loved. Feel special NOW.)

I have become as cynical as the person I think I love. Cynicism is a “virtue” that should never have been invented. For without it, the world would be a better place, boredom would be dead, and then I’d still be a lot more naive, maybe happier. I’m not sure.

But then maybe… just maybe, Love is real. It does seem that way when I see people holding hands and walking. Some people have tried holding my hand. I turn into stone.

What is it that you would get out of love? Why is it that when some people fall  in love they leach onto someone and drain the life out of them? or how do some manage to seemingly take nothing like a gesture or a sentence and turn it into life’s greatest adventure?

Adventures are a dime a dozen to those in love. As much as it tires them ,it seems, they keep coming back for more. But  then what is “more” than just a quantity that never really tires anyway? We are as much fallacies of our own making, as we are mistaken impressions of other people. We endlessly try our best to exist in a time that is fleeting. Yes, we take it upon ourselves (or at least try) to be “here” as much as we can, in what time we have– how little or big that might be.

Big Time>Small Time?

But then Time as per the book I’m reading is different for everyone. It is a second. It stops. It’s a day. It’s forever. I am of the belief that time is but a construct of what we are. We are of the future, stuck in the past, not moving at present, in the process of being unstuck, we are moving fast, slow.. or not in time. ever.

And so we question– what is time to a person in love? Is it fast? slow ? or is it a neoprint taken one dreary afternoon in 2002?

We ask more. Is it better to just go for it and leap? or to go slow? Will it even make a difference? Does the song that goes ..we had the right love at the wrong time.. –even really make sense? Or was it just something to make us all feel better about ourselves?

For the one that got away.

The one that ran as fast as they could away from you. The one that you thought would wait. The one that died. The one that you knew loved you but were an asshole to. The one that you gave your all to. The one you got pregnant. The one who found someone prettier. The one that found someone way less good looking than you.  The one that did this. The one that did that. But ultimately, it was the one  that you thought you loved that left.

And maybe it was a good thing.

But you ponder when it’s dark , you’re alone and just watched a movie on love– could any of the ones that got away be— THE one? That’s going to bother anyone and everyone. If THE one that got away was THE one, then why bother again? ever?

But then, how would I even know who is THE one?

THE one that seems most likely to be missing, or perhaps trapped in a parallel dimension trying endlessly to find me? THE one that will be holding my hand with the same tight grip today and onwards to forever? THE one that makes me the most crazy angry? or is it THE one that will kiss me on the cheek and then I’d know everything will be alright?

I’d like to believe that I’d fall in love with THE one.

My naivety(and my collection of romance pocketbooks) is showing. Forgive me. The words just seem to run. And it feels sometimes that  I’ve been running all my life. I’d believed half of it was away from .. something and half of it was toward… something.

Both somethings are surely crazy, maybe one more so than the other.

So what is the point?

I ramble on on how love could be real. Or not. And i wrestle with my romantic idealism while I deal with reality and do my best to control the cynicism from spreading.

But really, on Love?  I still have absolutely no idea.


Note: Not edited and I really don’t feel like it tonight. If there are mistakes in punctuation or whatever, I’m really sorry– this was written mostly not looking at the screen and just letting my hands do the typing.I kinda miss rambling. And watch the movie. 🙂


9 thoughts on “Midnight Ramblings in Manila

  1. Oh Joko, I love this. I don’t think many people (if any) are sure about what IT is, or how it works, or WHY we love the people we do…Ugh. It’s an exhausting topic, isn’t it.? We do like to dwell on the ‘could-have-beens’ and ‘never-to-bes’ but…I don’t know… I think the concept of THE one is erroneous. I believe there are a number of people out there you could be compatible with and whom you could love if the right collection of circumstances and seemingly random events brought your paths to cross.

    As for the question of making leaps or going slow, why wait? Life is so fragile, so finite, I don’t understand why people think there’s so much time left for them to go slow…leap, for goodness sake… I’ve made it a sort of resolution of mine to reach out to people more while there’s time, I dunno… I feel I’ve been closed off for too long. Is this just a side effect of getting older? A more acute sense of your own mortality? Hehe.

    Anyway, now I’M rambling. Love the post, loved the movie. If you haven’t yet read On Love by Alain de Botton, you TOTALLY should. Please. =)

    Take care!

    • i really don’t know about THE One, you know the part in 500 days of summer that Summer tells Tom why she believes in love now? yeah, i think I want to know that feeling.

      Emo haha! 🙂

  2. love the movie, love the rambling…

    what else can i say… about love? hahaha! i’d like to believe i’m more mature now and not as “leachy” as before. i know i’m not gonna die without someone…. (i did not) but still, i t feels good…. that your someone can’t sleep when you’re away… hahaha!

    i don’t know if there’s really THE one for everyone. but right now, it sure feels like i’m with my THE one….

    • deep naman daw kasi ako.. minsan. haha! 🙂 it also helped that I just read a book on time, so nakasama tuloy sa ramblings.. read this if u can — Einstein’s Dreams. nice! 🙂

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