LOVE and WILL...

Tessa: Why me? Why me, Will? Will: ... You and I, Tess, we're alike. We like and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt. I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamed. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted - and then I realized that truly I just wanted you. The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.                                                                                                   - Clockwork Prince, Cassandra Clare

I can vividly imagine the scene. It is as if I am witnessing the scene right before my eyes. It is a scene full of drama, passion, pain, love, confusion and intertwining emotions no one can explain. By just mere reading it, I definitely can feel what the characters are feeling. I can feel the love, confusion and the heartaches. It is as if I am Tessa as well as I am Will. It is as if they are real people. It is as if I am not reading a fictional story. The emotions are real, so raw that it touches the deepest chamber of my heart and my soul.

It is a painful moment for Tessa to finally hear Will saying all the words she longed to hear from him and know that it is already too late for the two of them. That she can't anymore accept Will's love no matter how much she wanted, desired and needed to. That the two of them is now an impossibility. That there is no chance for them to be together. And if there is a slimmest chance, that is the chance they can't bear to take and will not take. Yes! She loves Will, the boy she shared the same interest and dream with. The boy she learned to care and fell in love with. Yet, even how deep her love can be, she still has to reject him and hurt him. She has a choice to choose will. But, she doesn't take that choice. Why? Tessa is bound to a promised made to Jem; Will's best friend, parabatai and blood brother. She is engaged to Jem and she doesn't want to break the engagement. Not just because she loves Jem too but also, she can't afford to hurt Jem. Jem is a good guy who truly loves her. He deserves to be happy than breaking something precious and something vital inside him. Breaking the engagement and turning down his love may cause his life, not just literally his life coz there are worst thing than death; don't worth it.

Tragic.
Complicated.
Painful.
Confusing.

Honestly, I don't want to be in Tessa's shoes. She is turn between two lovers of her hearts. She can't choose the other without hurting the other. Worst, she can't love the two at the same time. Tessa's place is any woman who truly love doesn't wish to be. It is not easy to dive in. If loving two good guys is difficult, what more is to hurt the one you love? Yet, I strongly agree that in reality or just in fictional settings, we always hurt the one we love. Intentional or unintentional.

My heart bleeds for Will. He maybe a bastard and a jerk, but, he definitely has a good heart, big enough to love Tessa as a woman and to love Jem as his blood brother and best friend. For me, Will is a great lover to give up his own happiness for the happiness of his best friend. He is a real man to do such sacrifice any other man in reality can't do. He has reasons to reject Tessa's love before. Yet, he deserves to be loved and be happy after many pains he been through. He is a good guy, after all.

Begging a chance for love is not easy to do. It is a heart breaking situation no one wants to experience. It hurts not just the ego but the heart and the soul. It is why I fell in love with the character of Will Herondale. He did beg for love and in the end, a not deserved rejection he get. It only proves that love is much stronger than pride and too much self-worth. To promise something and anything is enough to say that love makes the world go round. Everyone will give all the bests of the world just to have the most elusive love. It is not easy. It is just it all worth it. True to say the promises are made to be broken. Yet, if love is true, it will not just be a promise. It will be real, put to action and well-meaning.

Tessa's rejection is too painful to endure; for her own self and for Will. But, there are things much more important than one's own happiness. It is painful enough to be rejected by the one you love. It doubled the pain knowing that your best friend is the reason behind the rejection. Moreover, it increases to a hundred times painful when you made a promise to never caused pain to your best friend and you are not likely to break that promise. Another hundred times painful knowing your best friend is dying and it might be his only and last chance to be happy and give shot to a rarest love.

Tragically, it is indeed heart breaking. And, I can't help admiring Will to do such sacrifice and bare his own unhappiness and be happy for Jem. It is indeed a noble act. In real life, a rare few men can do what Will did in the book. It is a selfless and unselfish act to give up your true love and let your happiness be taken away from you. Impossible; like in the book, it is "snow in summertime, a London winter without rain." No one can be that noble in reality. Yet, it can be possible only if one is strong enough to face the pain and endure life despite the sorrow felt. Letting your happiness be taken away from you is a rare act and not so easy to do.

And hearing the one you love declaring that she love the other guy is already enough to kill your already dying soul. Much more if that other guy is your best friend. Seeing her everyday with your best friend is a lemon added to your already bleeding wound. Some will better choose death than to endure the torment and pain. Yet, Will indeed face it and accept the situation strongly.

In some ways, I am also sad for Tessa. She longed for Will. She loved him and will always love him. She tried, failed and hurt. Things change. She loves both guys.

Now, she promised forever to the other. Her situation, as I say, is difficult. She, too, is a girl who is not likely to hurt other people. It is not her characteristic to break a promised made. Her heart can bleed to see Will hurting and silently killing himself with pain. Yet, she can't afford to hurt Jem too. She will not. "She can't sever the other from the other." It is indeed a hard situation to dive in though she needs to make her choice. Her decision. And, she chooses to hurt Will believing Will can get through the pain no matter how much difficulty he might go through. Will may be forever hurting. But, he can go on and live his life. While Jem is dying and adding an insult to an injury is not a wise option. 

Jem can give way and let Tessa and Will have each other. Yet, Tessa and Will choose to keep their feelings just to the two of them. Jem's giving way for her and Will's happiness is something Will can't accept and she knows it. Will will never be totally happy. He might be back pushing Tessa away again and blame himself for causing Jem unhappiness. Knowing how much Will value Jem and Jem to Will, both will never betray each other, she might loss both guys.

Call her selfish, but she only loves too differently. Whichever she chooses, she still hurt the other. Better it is Will. Will is stubbornly strong to deal and face the pain she caused him. I am not saying Jem is weak. It is just that Jem is dying and I say, let him have his last chance to happiness. Anyway, in the end, all are happy.

Love is uniquely different. It is always about knowing how to love truly and accepting what it offers; may it be happiness or sorrow. The sacrifices worthy and happiness is always the ending. Indeed!

FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE HEROES AND HEROINE

Definitely, I am a hopeless romantic person. I believe in a happily ever after. I am a sucker for romance and love. I AM A BELIEVER OF LOVE. INDEED.

Romance.
Love.
Who on earth doesn't want to indulged themselves and get lost with romance? To get involve with romantic interlude?

Me? I will never say no. Yes! I love reading romance pocketbooks. May it be a Tagalog or English. I simply find a sense of joy in reading. Corny it may sounds to others. Yet, I don't give a damn care at all.

I am a Precious Heart Romances pocketbook collector. I started reading when I was in elementary grade and started collecting when I was in college. Now, I am nearing to have my 400th PHR pocketbooks and still continue counting and collecting. I want to have the biggest PHR pocketbooks collection someday. My simple dream.

Nevertheless, my curiosity with pocketbooks started when I heard that an aunt of mine was scolded by her mom due to reading a romance pocketbook, a Tagalog one. In my mind, I am asking the wrongness of reading a Tagalog pocketbook. What is in these kinds of books that cause my grand aunt to be angry?

Due to curiosity and intrigue, when I got a chance and access to these kinds of reading materials, I grab the opportunity and read. Right there and then, I are hooked. I already forget the title of the first pocketbook I read. All I can remember is, it is a Precious Heart Romances. And, I simply fall in love with reading. Thank you to my curiosity. It hastens my love for books and reading.

And, I say, there is nothing wrong in reading Tagalog romance novels. It is like reading English ones. The only difference is the medium used.

Yes! Parental guidance is necessary if minors get access to this kind of readings. Somewhere in the whole plot, there are scenes that need guidance and explanations from adults. For me, it is about discipline and knowing which part is fiction, acceptable and applicable in real life.

I am thankful to my first read. It is the reason why I love books and reading. Without my curiosity, I will never appreciate reading and the masterpieces of all writers in the world.

Honestly, if we can buy and read English romance novels, why can't we patronize, prioritize and patriotically enjoy the work of our own Filipino writers. The prize is too affordable. Our writers are gems neglected and unappreciated by most of us. And their creative and imaginative thinking perfectly fits to our Filipino culture, tradition, taste and lifestyle. It is, too, trendy, with moral lessons easily relate to, family oriented and humor-friendly just like the teleseryes we watch every night.

Cry, be emotional, be intrigued, laugh and be angry. Every time I read a romance novel, I always remember the first flush and blush of love... the warmth and excitement of the first kiss and other tender emotions brought out by falling in love. Every heroes and heroines give me that strange feeling of being sexy, free, young and beautiful. The thrill of feeling the pain, agony, sorrow, happiness and love is so unexplainable and must just be felt. I couldn't help but cry with the touchy dramas of the characters' life and love. Simply, fiction or based on true stories, you and me can always relate and understand romantic novels.

Intrigue, suspense, drama, sex, love, greed, power, wealth, scandal, popularity, and romance. We all have that in real life. May it be in a simplest or most complicated ways.

There's always a thin line between reality and fiction.

FOREVER and A DAY

"Can you love someone you know you'll lost in the end?"                                                                     - Forever and a Day, Star Cinema

Everything ends.
Everything has to end.
Everything must end.

They say, in every beginning there is always an ending. Like it or not. It is the reality and irony of life. No matter how beautiful that thing is, we can't hold on to that forever. Time passes by. The unanticipated ending must come. May it be a happy ending or a sad one.

How can love survive if nothing last forever?

How can we let go and accept a tragic ending?

Is it easy to face the truth that the one we love will die and that is just the end of the beautiful love story?

Who should we blame?

Do we have the right to blame the cruelty, reality and irony of life?

Many question. To some, it is answerable. To many, it will forever remain a question. Unanswered.

Life goes on. The process is deeply painful. We don't have the choice but to endure and survive. The story of our love ends. Yet, our own personal story is not nearing its ending. And as each chapter of our life unfolds, we can't stay forever hurting and holding on because of one painful and tragic story.

Yes! I say, I can still love someone I know I will lose in the end. It is a matter of seizing each day, making it beautiful and memorable. Remember, life and love has no certainties and guarantees. It is living a day at a time. It is enjoying every seconds added in our short life. It is about contentment and happiness acquire in the end. It is finding peace to be brought to the next life.

Eventually, we all should let go and set free. Not everything in this world will remain forever in our possession. May it be the material things and wealth or the person we love.

So in every chance we grab, we must spend it wisely and make the most of it to make our love ones happy. In a short life we have, regret has no room. There is only taking risk and chances.

Live, love and laugh! In every beginning there is an ending. And in every ending there is always a start for something and beautiful new. Cry for that sad ending. Yet, get over and find the happiness well-deserved.

PERFECTLY IMPERFECT

 I am perfectly imperfect.Beautiful in my insecurities.
Sure of my mistakes.Made entirely of flaws.Stitched together with good intentions.I AM ME.There is no other woman better than I AM.That I truly believe.

Definitely, I can never be perfect. Yet, I believe that who am I is already amazing and fabulous enough. I cannot always please other people. To hell with that! Honestly, I am not trying to. I live my life the way I want it to be, based on my judgment and my conscience. So what with what others think about me. Yes! They can misjudge and misunderstood me completely. I will not give a damn care. I know who I am. I am interestingly and differently unique in my own way. That makes me a beautiful human being.

              
I am created beautifully by the Master Artist. And, I am a work of art that will always be wonderful.

I am a diamond in the rough need to be polish to glitter brightly and be a treasure.
I have flaws.

I have a dark side. Without those, I am not a real person. And, I do not want to live in a world full of hypocrites, pretender and “picture perfect” individual. Neither to be one of them. It is not a happy world to live in. Unfortunately, in this world of today, I have to deal with them. It is just a matter of surviving and being strong. Insults, misjudgment, unfairness, pains, cruelties and negativeness are all part of living in this world. There will always be people who cannot stop talking about me. I cannot stop them as well. All I can do is make them eat what they have said. Anyway, life can be boring without them.

Looks can be deceiving. Not everything we see is what we always get. Emotions once reached its limits burst out. Actions speak a thousand words, yet not always.

Others can misjudge and misunderstand my character, behavior, attitude, personality and actions. But, I am not answerable to them. They are not the right authority to do so. It is always ME and THE MASTER ARTIST in every end.

I AM ME. I AM ORIGINAL AND NOT JUST A COPY. SIMPLY, I AM NOT RHEA FERL IF I AM NOT ME! I will not change because others told me so or they misunderstood and misjudged me. They have to accept and respect it. They can love or hate me! I will not give a damn as what I always remind myself.

I AM WHO I AM, perfectly made imperfectly by the Master Artist. Love is in my heart. And, I
deserve to lost temper sometimes.

ONCE UPON IN HIGH SCHOOL

High school memories and escapades. Who could ever forget those moments wherein everyone was allowed to be crazy and utterly stupid? Everyone learns with the every taste of first time experiences. Everyone disobeyed and broken rules our parents made. Everyone once went home late and gets scolded because of curfew breach.

Simply, high school in once upon a time. Every memory remembered put a smile on the lips. And, I for one want to go back in high school wherein our only problems are how to solve the everyday high school drama and how to answer our assignments. Mostly, for ladies like me, to solve the very thing called high school love tale.

Every girl can remember that one guy back in high school whom made her smile and made her heart goes wild, flushed her cheeks and turned her knees into jellies. Once in high school, every girl went crazy over love up to point of thinking it is indeed true love to be just disappointed with the realization that it is nothing but infatuation. Every love song heard was dedicated to that very special guy. Every poem composed expresses the fluttery feelings. Every love quotes inspires the heart to beat faster. High school definitely!

And oh! Don’t deny the fact that every girl went to school not because we wanted to attend class and listen to our teachers’ lectures but to get a glimpse of our high school crush, hoping to be noticed as well. Somehow, going to school is an only excuse for us to see that one boy we thought to be our prince charming and our happily ever after. We become so in love that when our first heartbreak hits us, we felt like it was already the end of the world. Then on the very next day, we move on and find another crush that we can go over heels in love once more.

But, looking back then, there are some love story started in high school that indeed with the real happily ever after. Few ended when graduation came but eventually continue once each other crossed path again in high school reunions. Most relationship ended once high school is over. High school love tale is one and very rare love tale that everyone will always remember.

Every first happens back in high school. There are lessons back then not thought by our teacher but learned through high school experiences that we still lived by up to the present.

Whether you agree with me or not, our high school dramas greatly influence the majority of our life story. Whoever we are today is greatly molded by our high school experiences. Philosophies learned about love and life are first met once we are in high school. Dreams and aspirations were once made back then. The blueprints of our life today were drawn in high school. Indeed, once upon in high school leads our happily ever after and our success after today.

SECOND CHANCE!

                How important is a second chance is?

                Does it worth enough to give a second chance?

                Tricky and mind-bogging. I say, it is like giving another try for the heart to bleed and cry again. Some worth it. Some does not. Whatever the answer to the above question lies on how brave the heart to take risk and how strong it is to endure every emotions transpired.

                              “It is the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
                               It is the dream afraid of waking up that never takes the chance.
                               It is the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give.
                               And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.”
                                                                                                   -BETTE MIDLER

                Many say, in life there is no second chance. I don’t agree. Life and love is all about having chances to get thing done and better. Yet, having a second chance is always preciously rare. In every situation in life, each one is only given a try. It is a hit or a miss. Lucky enough if it is a success. But if it fails, we wish for a second chance. Sometimes, it is given. Sometimes, it is not.

                Second chance is a gift for those who makes mistakes and fails at first try. YES! Everyone deserves it if I am to ask. Although oftentimes, second chance is not available for everyone to enjoy it. As I say, second chance is rare to have in life and love.

                Second chance is given to correct the wrongs and make amends. It can be a blessings or a curse. It is blessings for the people who used it for the better, to advance from the loss, to move on, to make up and to regain a grip on love and life. And it is curse due to the person who is given a second chance and corrupted it.

                What if second chance is missed?

                Is still there a third or fourth chance?

                Chances… does it comes limitlessly?

                Nah! That I doubt.

                Life and love has no guarantee, no time outs, no certainties and rarely has any second chance. Moments are passing quickly. Time continues to tick not minding if one try is a success or a failure. It is a waste of effort and time to dwell on lost chances’ regrets. There is always tomorrow, another day to try again and that I say, is a second chance, But, we cannot go on forever dealing on one issue or situation of life and love. Everything has an end. Life must go on.

                 There is always a second chance. Yet, no third or fourth chance. Once second chance knocks, make the most of it. Turn it to be a blessing and not a curse because in reality, CHANCES DOESN”T COME IN HANDY!

WINDS OF DESTINY

“There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes, they gust with the fury of a hurricane.  Sometimes, they barely fan one’s check. But, winds cannot be denied, bringing us, they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.”MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE, NICHOLAS SPARKS

        Love is rare. Every dreams love made is made to be achieved. Impossible becomes possible. Love becomes unexplainable connection and an extraordinary feeling of the heart. It is an unspoken promise not made to be broken. It can be fragile yet strong all at the same time. Simply, love gives life a real meaning…BUT SOMETIMES, LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH!

        Cliché! Love moves in mysterious ways. No one knows when it will strike the heart. And when it does, once it finds its way, it can never be avoided, ignore or stop. Yet, love doesn’t always mean bed of roses. There will always be things to challenge its foundation. There will be challenges that will either break or make the relationship. Love has no guarantee and certainty. Whatever awaits in the future is up to the heart to decide.

        As the old saying goes, there are always two faces in a coin. “Love can mend life. Yet, it can also break the heart.” There are circumstances that do not allow the heart to trust enough with love. Circumstances that confuse and scare the heart to gamble and take risk.

        Almost 4 A.M. and I am still wide awake. I just finished reading MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE. IT is a very heart touching story about falling in love and finding trust in love again. It is a story of leaving the past behind and looking straight ahead at what the future have to offer.

        The character of Gareth is what hits me hard, leaving e confused and unsure if I am writing the right story with my own love story. Gareth found true love with his wife. But, fate intervened and his wife, unfortunately, died. For years he imprisoned himself, grieving and blaming himself for the lost of his one true love. Then one day, destiny played again and gave him another chance to be happy once more. He tried to take risk. Yet, he became coward to give his all, until everything becomes too late. Sad it is, Gareth faced tragedy. Again.

        Love can never be denied. That, I know for sure. Still, I am afraid to gamble and fully submit my heart to love. The history of my parents’ separation hunts me down. It makes me question and doubt if true love and forever really exist for me. My heart hesitates to believe that there is a true love that will withstand the test of time and last forever.

        Looking at the way I think and embrace love and life, I have a very strong and positive view. Yet, when it is my heart that is involved, I become totally doubtful and hesitant with everything. Maybe it is all about trusting love.

        Honestly, I do not fully trust love. But, I truly believe in love and it’s magic. To some, true love they have. Yet, for me, love is a big white canvass that I cannot decide what color to put and create a masterpiece that will be timeless, pure and true. I simply say, LET MY WIND OF DESTINY DECIDE FOR IT! When I am ready, I will be ready. Time is the only one who can tell.

        It is not easy. It will not be easy. I know it will not. Love does not come in convenient packages. It is fragile no matter how strong it can be. Extra care is badly required to make it last forever. Don’t get me wrong. I AM NOT LOSING HOPE WITH LOVE. Someday, somehow, I will find the courage to leave my parents’ past behind and just look ahead. By then I know. I will find my own true love. May it not be through a message in a bottle but definitely the rarest among others.

        It will be a big struggle to decide whether my parents’ story will affect my future or not. I am in dilemma about it. Yes, I know that I am the one making my own story. Yet, it does not completely amend the fear I have in my heart. It is going to be one tough and long journey to take. It will not be easy. BUT, I KNOW I WILL! One day. Somehow.

KARMA'S FUDGE

Call me anything 
Your words isn't everything 
Cruel, unfair and insulting 
Heart and soul are breaking 

I deserve better 
Happiness for me is much simpler 
LOVE is greater 
I will not be bitter 

Yes! You can judge 
Just remember not to misjudge 
Karma will get a fudge 
My heart will not hold a grudge 

Forgiveness you can't get 
Much more I to forget 
It isn't easy I bet 
'Coz tears and anger I let

HEART'S FIGHT

Late at night 
Here in a dark sight 
Tears are cried 
Heart stops and tried 

Everything isn't fare 
Why still have to care? 
Alone and longing 
The soul inside is dying 

Looking for a warmth happiness 
Only receives nothing but coldness 
The heart has enough 
It is time to get tough 

Waiting should stop 
Move and get up 
Act and serve 
Freedom is derserve

Dear Destiny

Dear destiny 
Hear the heart's plea 
Love is at its rarest 
Life is at its dullest 

Everything starts to crumble 
Afraid to take a gumble 
Feeling so confused 
Believing, I suddenly refused 

Pain and yearning 
I felt like dying 
Hatred hammered violently 
Yet, love stay and grow savagely 

Lost in this tormented magic 
Heart left nothing but tragic 
Duped, dumped and ditched 
Dreaming for happiness to hitched

Mi Amor, MY LOVE

Time seemed suspended 
Words were descended 
Arms entwined 
As your lips took mine 

Closed the eyes tightly 
Feeling its intensity 
Emotions rush in 
Softly melting the heart within 

Fires ignite 
Consuming a perfect night 
Passion burns 
Time slowly turns 

Kisses and touches intimately 
Heart beats wildly 
Comes this strange feeling 
Warm, passionate, gentle and loving 

Lasted for almost an eternity 
Trying to figure its possibility 
Tenderness is overflowing 
Yet, there's still a longing 

Cold chill sending a shiver 
Will there be a happily ever after 
Until undying love you declared 
Everything suddenly is cleared 

Unselfish and sincere 
Happiness become so dear 
And under the moonlight 
Love is sealed tight 

Mi Alma, MY SOUL...

In the coldness of a silent night 
You're a beauty at a dark sight 
Devastatingly attractive 
Sparkles the eyes give 

Smiling so perfectly 
Laughing sweetly 
Like music in the air 
Mischievous in a twinkle care 

Tender amusement warming the heart 
Undying mystery takes part 
Heart beating wildly 
As you get near and kiss gently 

Lips linger 
Softly you whisper 
"Goodnight, mi alma... 
My soul and my sweetest karma" 

Strange thing whirled deep within 
Love captured everything in 
Feeling unbridled 
In delight it dazzled

LOVE IN BLUE

Hearts are breaking 
Love never staying 
Lovers parting 
Souls are hurting 

Trying hard to pretend 
Not knowind to what extend 
Letting go is a lie 
Moving on, I still cry 

Everyday I wake up without a smile 
Wondering if everything is worth a while 
Loneliness of the night 
Pain endured in daylight 

Still aching inside 
Wishing you're here beside 
You're the love I ever know 
And I am yours alone

LETTER of a DISAPPOINTED FAN...

DISCLAIMER: I know this is a late post and a delayed reaction. Oh! Actually, hindi ko naman ito matatawag talagang delayed reaction kasi I am one of the many first who saw his tweet saying:

@nicobesalva: Finally the boring football game on aktv is over. Now can u show the pba game already?

So, I am posting this blog entry to air-out my sentiments. I am sorry if I will be hurting some feelings. Nasaktan lang naman din ako. Pasensiya na. Also, this is not to insult or any. I just want him to understand the feelings of all football supporters who read his tweet that night.

Dear Mr. Nico Salva,

                I follow you on twitter because I admire you as a basketball athlete. I honestly see so much potential in you that I hope one day to see you play in our Philippine National Basketball Team. But, seeing and reading your tweet last December 12, 2012; 3 minutes after the Philippine Azkals game against Singapore, I felt so disappointed and distraught in you.

                Nalungkot talaga ako seeing an uprising athlete that I believed in so much calling football as boring. Nakakawala ng respeto sa totoo lang, lalo na at National team ng Pilipinas ‘yon which supposedly lahat tayong Filipino ay sinusuportahan. The team already lost a chance to win another victory for the country. Tapos, nag-tweet ka pa ng ganoon. Where is respect in there? You came from a well-respected university and basketball team pa naman and you already have a name in the arena.

                Worst, inbes na mag-sorry ka, you simply tweeted for us to chill and relax kas you said you are not a football fun. I gave you that. I do understand your side. The thing is, respeto man lang sana. Nakakainsulto ‘yong twitter post mo na ‘yon at mas okay sana if nag-sorry ka na lang. Kaso wala eh. Lumala pa ang issue.

                As a football supporter and that night, everyone of as were grieving because of the National team lost. Bad enough for us and the country. Kasi kahit ano ang sabi naming okay lang ‘yan, bawi na lang next time, hindi pa rin mai-aalis sa puso naming and maiyak, masaktan at malungkot. At sa ginawa mo, parang nabugbog na nga kami, eh binugbog mo pang lalo. Masakit ‘yon kahit sabihing you never intended to do it.

                As an athlete you know too well kung gaano kasakit na masabihang boring ang sports na nilalaro mo. And coming from you, that is simply plain stupidity and ignorance. Parang ikaw lang ‘yong mga representatives na bumubuto ng NO sa RH Bill na kapag pinag-explain ng boto, wala naming katuturang paliwanag ang binibigay. Kung baga, worthless na nga, weightless pa. I am sorry sa comparison.

                I can’t blame you. Sana nagging sensitive ka man lang that night. Ang nakakahiya pa ay tinawag mo na fug si Justin Bieber because he insulted our Pambansang Kamao. Eh! Wala ka namang pinagkaiba sa kanya.

                Haist! I just wish you will not play in the National Basketball Team. Supporter pa naman din ako and I don’t want to be disappointed again. And hear this, everytime makikita kitang naglalaro ngayon with your team, mapapataas-kilay na lang ako. I doubt if kaya pa kitag kabiliban this time.

                Anyway, have a good luck to your basketball career.

                                                                                                                                From your disappointed fan,

                                                                                                                                                RHEIYA FERL

LAST TEARS, LAST GOODBYE….

“Goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting. “ --- Peter Pan

                Nobody said saying goodbye is easy. Farewell is always the hardest decision to make. But when it is fate that ordains goodbye, the heart, no matter how painful it is, bids and let go. Holding on and hoping have no used because it is the heart that feels exhausted of waiting and hurting. Simply, the hearts gives up, let go, moves on and forget.

                Tonight as I write this and tears spills, I promised that this is the last time I will cry because of you. I will pour my heart out and it will be over! That I promise. I deserve better than wait for you to loved me back. It is easy said than done. But I will get by the soonest I can.

                I have loved you long enough and it hurts. Saying goodbye is the only way I see to change life forever. I don’t want to be stupid anymore. I should and ought to stop this love insanity.

                I thank you for all the memories and friendship shared. I am grateful that for a fleeting moment, you did loved me too though it is not enough for me to keep you for forever. It does not matter anymore and anyway. I am contented that I once met you.

                I hope someday, somehow, when our path will ever cross again, I already found my own happiness. By then, I hope that I can say that I am thankful that I never have you.

                Goodbye to you, my soul beloved. Be happy for me as I try to be happy for you. I must go on with life and forget you. Time will come and heal all wounds. I guess, this is really is it. Saying goodbye is the best for our happiness. But always remember that I truly did love you once in my life. 

             

...A FINAL GOODBYE...

Looking at the gloomy night sky
Tears won't fall, I hardly try
Heart feeling empty
Soul broken with no pity

I loved you for so long
But here I don't belong
Finding the no courage to fly
It is time to say goodbye

Life isn't fair
Love has its nightmare
Though it scars my heart
I must go and part

Forgetting is an uphill dread
Time and fate waiting ahead
I will have to get by
But now, this is a final goodbye

A Heart Saying Goodbye...

In love with the past
Time still fly so fast
Heart feeling blue
I have to finally let go

It is hard not to cry
Yet, i have to say goodbye
Holding on is useless
So staying is needless

Tired of hurt and pain
Your love I won't ever gain
Everything is a fantasy
Got nothing of what is reality

Leaving is not the easiest
Moving on is the hardest
Forgetting is the greatest
Just saying it is the simplest

Stolent Moment !!!

Stolen glances I caught
Smiles we fought
Walking under the moonlight
Sending waves of delight

Fingers perfectly entwined
Lips touch to unwind
Sweetness it lingers
Happiness it offers

Hearts at stolent moment
Plea of forever is a torment
Love with one desire
Freedom playing in lyre

Loneliness it perish
Happiness to cherish
So near, yet so far
Hardly love is to ajar

Love in Mystery

Dearest love
Mystery it lub dub
Heart and soul to tame
Afraid everything is just a game

Mind so confused
God no courage to refused
Eyes it intrigues
Strangely deep within it digs

Forever is a pledge
Siren in mysterious knowledge
Sincere of a promised security
Full of fatal intensity

You, mysterious love
Sent by stars from above
One wish it granted
Love surely is undivided