Second Chances

They say love is even sweeter for the second time around. I think so too because, the second time, both of you learned already your lessons. And now, you know what you should and should not do. I do believe that love is never gone, it’s like energy –recyclable but never destroyed. But for love, love only ceases. It never disappears. It only stops, but once the spark is there, it will start to light, like fire. Love.. It is forgetful –to the bad memories that happened. But so remembering, when beautiful and sweet memories are concerned. It’s like a semi-permeable membrane, that only the ones that will help are the ones permitted to get in. It’s like a song –there is a melody and rhythm. And lastly, it’s like mountain water –pure and for everyone.

He’s Back to Me

The lost sheep has come back

In my arms, he clasp

Beside me, he slept

I felt so secured

The feelings came back, too

He made me feel some things 

I can’t feel with others

But then, he always go off

He had to pursue his dreams

But now, I know for sure

He may always go,

but he will never leave

And will definitely come back

beside me.

Fo sho he’s Jayson Yap

There is still this someone who, in the middle of chaos, would make you calm and inadvertently lax and happy.

Though not a lover, just a friend specifically a seatmate, this someone continues to awe me with surprising manners. He may look unapproachable, dull, stiff and scary but he is the opposite. He can be as mischievous as tom but as genuine and serious as the king or the Kim Jong Il. He is a very good friend of mine, one who can understand me and hear me out willingly. The one who enjoys listening to my rants and whines and calmly handles everything. The one whom he wants to talk the most because according to him, I am the one whom he’s comfortable sharing with. A real boy friend. He is in times of calamity, would definitely make me smile and laugh and in times of happiness, would make me smile and laugh harder.

For C.Antonio

Once there was a guy whom I never presumed to fall for me.

I fell with him too. His smile shimmers. His letters make my day go round. His voice is heaven.

He makes the birds sing, the flowers dance and my heart explode.

He made me in a full bliss. Just a touch of his hand tingles my spine.

His shoulders, I love to lean on. His face, I like to look at all the time. His eyes, I like to meet mine.

I don’t know why I left him. I didn’t know what happened. Everything was a blur.

Now, I am regretting seeing him with others.

Remembering the sweet memories.

And wanting to be with him again.

If ever I have an opportunity, I will definitely say

“I am sorry. Let me make it up to you. If you give me another chance, I will never let go anymore. I am really sorry. I made a mistake. Make me be your kismet again. I will drive for long hours just to bring you butterfinger. Please be mine again.”

Trust does it all.

I was having a good Sunday a while ago when my friend whom I treated like a sister texted me and confronted me of having an affair with his boyfriend and a close friend of mine too. I was shock and now, still I am. I thought of myself before when I was like that too. I just smiled and said to myself that trust really is a big thing. When you have to much, you could be hurt so bad. When you have a little, relationships with everybody fails. Don’t worry, she said sorry and we’re okay again.

But then, you just have to trust people, you’ll never know what they’re up to and if they’re irrational human enough, they would keep your trust and will never break it.

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I had been passive for the past few days. I’ve been busy in my summer sem classes. I have volleyball from 7AM to 9Am; Health Education from 10AM to 12NN and Health Assessment from 1PM to 5PM. A 3-subject semester everyday. I am so tired. But whenever I think about the things I want to do after I finished studying, I get hyped. It’s so tiring travelling everyday; leaving home 5 o’clock in the morning and arriving 7 o’clock in the evening. Feels like I’m carrying the whole world behind my back. I am so deprived of sleep too. My headaches, I fall asleep on classes, my hand hurts because of volleyball hitting my arms. My only sanctuary right now is listening to the songs of my favorite band, Franco. This is composed of Franco Reyes, Ocho Toleran, Gabby Alipe, Janjan Mendoza and Buwi Meneses. They have a heavy   metal guitars but the voice of Mr. Franco Reyes neutralizes it. Their lyrics are so deep– they do not JUST compose songs for the sake of making one. They devote all their time, effort and knowledge to create their so called art or I may say, the result of their passion for music. They are one of a kind. Well I just remembered hearing their songs playing on someone’s earphone on LRT early in the morning. GOOD VIBES! Everyday. :)))))