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“Make new friends and keep the old, one is silver and the other gold” — Girl Scout Motto

There’s nothing average about my college friend named Jo. As Freshman College in a computer school our section moved together in packs. For extracurricular activity we looked for an organization we could belong. We all entered in this org that sounded like a Greek fraternity where the seniors always pulled a ‘power trip’ on us. Though we are freshies we felt we can do better. So we decided to ditched our application and build our own org and gave it a techy name, ‘systems analyst computer society’ where all of us are the officers. Jo went thru hell and back to make the org legal and be recognized by the school. He talked to the deans and did all the paper work, come school fair we had our own booth. To attract more members and produce funds we set up a dedication booth. it was all  good music and cheesy dedication messages. I remember going to school early and coming home late just to hang around to that booth. Jo is a killer coder; he can code everything and make it run without a glitch. Apart from being brilliant in programming he is a nice guy and a good friend… I don’t remember how we happened to meet each other. I don’t remember who got along with whom first. All I can remember is all of us together always organizing, thinking of ways to make  our college lives a blast!

Jo made this poem back in 1994. Thanks for letting me post this!

 -My friend sleeps on my lap-

You, my friend sleeps on my lap
like a lamb on a Pasteur green
you sleeps with life’s serenity
felt secured on my gentle knees

I run my fingers through your hair
and caressed your cheeks so meek
I dared to press my lips to yours
but somehow I could not do this

My heart broke when you whispered
a word that sounded like a name
a name that rang through my head
that made tears roll down my face

Why did I cry? I asked myself
Was it because there was something said?
Maybe because…there was something felt
a feeling I dare not tell…because…there’s someone else

You love this someone, and you are mine
Mine to hold…but not mine divine
For I am just a friend to you
Because u don’t know my feelings blue

You sleep soundly on my lap
while I cherish every moment that pass
for that is but all that I could do
as I bid my dreams…so long, adieu…

Of me you never had the slightest inclination
I loved you for everything you are
in my dreams…in my imagination…
As you my friend slept on my lap.


Worth Remembering

Posted: June 19, 2009 in Limericks
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This poem was composed by my good friend and college buddy – Ana. She made this back on Sept 2, 1997, we were already working. I kept a copy because I like what she wrote. She lost her copy and bugged me to post it. So I will let this sit on my blog with her permission.  I can still recall what came about that she made this piece. It was written straight from the heart,  in her low point and darkest hours… I bear witnessed.

She dumped an old lover for a new love and it was too late when she realized that the new love was an itch she just wanted to scratch and nothing more.  The ex lover let go completely as she clings for reconciliation and forgiveness. She kept herself afloat and always on the sideline hoping for the ex to see her in a different light. Anna’s courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes her courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.”  But time takes it all whether you want it to or not, time takes it all. Time bares it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

To Ana -May you never forget what is worth remembering, nor ever remember what is best forgotten.

It’s hurting me to see you that way
it’s not what I’m used to since that day
I thought that all things will be okay
never thought that you would slip away

I wanted to tell you how much I love you
but it seems you won’t let me say it to you
I wanted to tell you how much I feel for you
desperate to know if you feel the same way too

Did I hear it right when you said you love me?
Did I feel it right when you hugged and kissed me?
I just can’t forget that very special moment
I wanted to remember it until the end

I love you enough to give it a try
and care for you though you made me cry
taking the risk means to sacrifice
I know, loving you would just suffice

Loving you seems to me the best thing
even though we can’t keep it working
still I’m holding on to something
till now, caring ad sacrificing…

I have done my best and everything
to let go of this love and feeling
just when I thought I am almost through
you proved to me this thing’s real and true

If it is not too much asking
may I hear from you again one thing
Are you still there — loving and caring?
Or was it for me, wishful thinking

For once, I want to stop pretending
it would turn out a happy ending
don’t leave me this way — hoping yet hurting…
leave me with a thing worth remembering

I would rather be your long lost friend
so that things will turn out well again
I’d rather be the one to suffer
so as to help you get things over

As a friend, you can stay forever
in a way, we could be together
I just want you to remember
I’ll be loving you forever

Accepting things would be hurting
but at least I’ve proven one thing
loving you makes life worth living
and yes it’s worth remembering.


Posted: June 1, 2009 in Limericks
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Why do people persist in a dissatisfying relationship, unwilling either to work toward solutions or end it and move on? It’s because they know changing will lead to the unknown, and most people believe that the unknown will be much more painful than what they’re already experiencing.

After all the times you’ve hurt me,
The times you’ve made me cry…
Why do I forgive you
With every little sigh?
The times that you betrayed me
And the times of painful goodbyes…
Why do I still need you
After all those lies?
The times that you ignored me
And the times my pain has shown…
Why do I still care for you
Though you left me all alone?
With the scar you left upon me,
And the tears that fall each day…
Though you treated me this way?


Saw this poem in an old magazine. When you can’t remember why you’re hurt, that’s when you’re healed.