Category Archives: love

A Love Conversation

Why? Why do these kind of questions are often asked by some “kiddos” when talking about love?

Well, his last question has a point, but the whole conversation is still something we may call “Immature-questions-about-love”.


The old but funny “Buti Pa” jokes

I was searching the internet about Tagalog poems then I found this “Buti Pa” poem that made me stop and read it. At first, I thought that this poem is a serious one saying “Buti pa siya ganito. Buti pa siya ganyan” in a dramatic way. Guess what? The poem per se is a total joke which makes a comparison between love and an object.

The poem says:

Mabuti pa ang kalendaryo, may date.
Mabuti pa ang school, may chemistry.
Buti pa ang chemistry, may lab.
Buti pa ang fireworks, may spark.

Buti pa ang test paper, sinasagot.

Mabuti pa ang math problem, pinag iispan.
Buti pa ang bees, may honey.
Buti pa ang farm, may chicks.

Buti pa ang halaman, may nag aalaga.

Mabuti pa ang bulaklak, blooming.
Buti pa ang salamin, minamasdan.
Buti pa ang lungs, malapit sa puso.

Buti pa ang nawawalang gamit, hinahanap-hanap.

Mabuti pa ang kotse, mahal.
Buti pa ang unan, yakap mo sa gabi.
Buti pa ang assignment, inuuwi.

Buti pa ang keyboard, may type.
Buti pa ang film, nadedevelop.
Buti pa ang galosina, nagmamahal.

Mabuti pa ang telepono, hine-hello.

Buti pa ang basketball, may ring.
Buti pa ang soccer, may goal.
Buti pa si Michael Jackson, may moves.
Buti pa si Kobe Bryant, nakakascore.

Mabuti pa ang probability, may chance.
Buti pa ang hersheys, may kisses.
Buti pa ang hininga, hinahabol.
Buti pa ang tindera, nagpapatawad.

Mabuti pa ang pera, iniingatan.
Buti pa ang report, may objective.
Buti pa ang patay, dinadalaw.
Buti pa ang nakakulong, binabantayan.

Buti pa ang radyo, pinapakinggan.

Mabuti pa ang poste, steady.
Buti pa ang araw at buwan, consistent.
Buti pa ang Rosary, may mystery.

Buti pa ang bagoong at kare-kare, pinagsasama
Buti pa ang sapatos, may kapares.

Mabuti pa ang stationary, personal.
Buti pa ang sandwich, may fillings.
Dahil ako, parang notebook; filler lang.

I didn’t write the poem. Credits to for sharing this.


When love strikes a writer

Reminiscing those high school days of mine, and I still can’t believe that I was a “real kiddo” back then writing poems for every heart break I experience. It’s just too funny reading the poems I made about love and realizing that I even had the guts to create an account at to publish my poems.

I somehow find myself immature in a way, but still a thumbs up to me for getting some compliments from a lawyer from India.

Love itself makes us productive, doesn’t it?

You can read my “immature-love-poems-for-immature-people-crying-because-of-a-girl” poems by clicking the link below:

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