I'm pretty much unrealistically-optimistic most of the time. Like I can always imagine that pin-size light at the end of every dark tunnel I'm in. But being 99 percent human I am, my happy balloon gets deflated too.
People nowadays tend to be so "me" generated. And to put it in a modernized manner, people today are the worst selfie-generation that's ever walked the earth. They're all after facebook, twitter, and that faux-photography thing called "Instagram." It's all about being able to swim with what's currently trending even if it means faking for it.
When you roam around the Metro, try counting how many people are using Blackberry or the latest Iphone in the market. And you'll surprisingly notice that almost all can afford these two cellphones which are formerly classified as luxury. But then, try to ask these people how much moolah are in their bank accounts and they'll tell you that they're on post-paid.
And look over that guy with the wheels. Yes, he's got the wheels. And many girls would see this as an instant pogi point. Ask if he's willing to drive you up North and he'll tell you yes, but the gas is yours, honey.
"There's a new cupcake shop in town!" And girls wearing uniformly-styled dresses would pose with their sweet treat via Instagram. The saddest part was: before, it was all about giving thanks to the Lord because of the blessing that He has laid before you; today, it's all about posting the picture as quickly as possible for the entire Milky Way to know that you are indeed "in."
Another condominium is on the rise. And a few yuppies, "still-newbies" on their way up to the corporate ladder would come and brag about how much installation they've invested in one square of a room minus the ventilation. What a pity. Ask if they can afford to have a permanent residence with a clean BIR-processed and RD-verified title in ten years and they'll stir you to how big is the swimming pool of their condo.
Girls would go gaga over NBA, would even have the nerve to bet for money and boy-cringing attention. Ask if they knew how "their" team won with all the matching technicalities, I bet you'll hear the crickets croak. Poor girls.
And look at those "pa-conyo" local employees of Makati and Eastwood. Wearing the same braces, donning the same large purses and possesses the same credit card balances. They're even color-coded most of the time. Disgusting.
And look how those girls love having their hair colored the blondest way possible. They all look deranged Barbies.
What I hate about this world the most is how people tend to sugar-coat everything. How they become clones of a society which doesn't have enough to boast aside from being liked as if it's on Facebook.
Another thing is how big deal your relationship status is on Facebook. Like everyone cares. It's all about telling the whole world:
"LOOK AT ME! I'M SUCH A SWEET GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND! WE'RE SO MEANT TO BE! COME AND BE HAPPY FOR US!"
How self-centered.
It's madness. Nowadays, every single tick of the clock will actually cost you heaps of superficiality.. once you've followed the "trending" norm. And before you know it, you've meta morphed into a social-climber clone. You have lost your sense of who you really are.. before the world knew Instagram.
Gone are the weird. Gone are the indie.
Take a grip of yourself.
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Dancing in the rain
I've always hated the rain.
When I was young, rain meant brownout, no television and definitely no cartoons and yes, in my case, no decent food. For the past 15 years of my life, I lived with my late grandmother whom I call "mommy." She has this house, 1950's style and a huge backyard filled with lush, ferns and humongous trees. By humongous, I meant forty percent of the height of the trees at Calaveras, California. Mommy's trees were really tall, with an army of gnarly "wont-spare-your-life" trunks which are highly capable of destroying the Meralco supply in our street.
Mommy's trees were the talk of the neighborhood during every typhoon aftermath. The kaimito tree infront of the house was approaching its golden year when it met it's tragic ending. Lying across the street, cars couldn't pass through and have to swerved around, rather with great difficulty. For about a week, Bangkal Street was electricity-deprived. It is as if the world stopped for a moment. And it's all because of our trees.
The Meralco team, together with some neighbors really poured their efforts to an extreme to get our tree off the street. Chainsaw here and chainsaw everywhere. And alas, after four days, our street was cleared except for the remnants of the kaimito tree. I even scooped some of its sawdust and put it on a bottle.
We always cooked with our electric stove. So if there's no electricity, then we have to suit ourselves with canned goods and cereals which ruins one's appetite. I remember a time when there's no electricity and lunch time was fast approaching and we really are starving (mommy and my brother). The three of us decided to use coal to cook food and the results weren't satisfying. My brother and I consumed about an hour just to keep the coal from going and the rice emerged like rice pops.
When it rains, it is as if time has drifted into a slow and deep slumber. It's too dark outside and you can't help but get scared especially when there's thunder and lightning involved. Rain stirs you into a state of melancholia. Upto now, I had this habit of sitting next to a window and just staring into space, hoping that the pouring will stop and that the dark skies would soon dissapear.
But then I realized that rain is essential. Why? Because it allows us to meditate over things. It gives us time to bond with family over hot sopas or hot champorado. It gives you time to notice that neglected book that you brought eons ago. It makes us appreciate the humidity of the Philippines.
Trials can be the light drizzle or the typhoon in our lives. Like the rain, trials are made to stop us in our tracks. Because sometimes, we tend to overlook the things that really matter. Frequent sunny days would often result to people complaining how hot the weather is. Life is too fast-paced nowadays that we forget to be grateful with things that are more important than superficial aspects. People turn to their ipads to listen to music when in fact the singing of the birds produce better melody than Rihanna's or Miley Cyrus for that matter.
The rain makes us thoughtful (must be the reason why I'm here today) of the things which are beyond positive but continue to regard as negatives. The rain makes us grateful of what we have and makes us hopeful for the sun, of the rainbow.
The rain in our lives is a test of endurance. It may be appear frequently or seasonal in our lives. I can say, I pretty much survived most of my rainy seasons.Though in the end I may not appear waterproof, I began to believe in the essence of believing that life can't survive without rain. Rain makes the crops grow and so I grow. It always pushed me to continue my search for my rainbow moments.
Rain is the season wherein I can wear my jackets and my scarves. I can play the part of a New Yorker. And I wouldn't say no to my Tita Baby's sopas either.
Into each life some rain must fall.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Keep it real,
Joanne
When I was young, rain meant brownout, no television and definitely no cartoons and yes, in my case, no decent food. For the past 15 years of my life, I lived with my late grandmother whom I call "mommy." She has this house, 1950's style and a huge backyard filled with lush, ferns and humongous trees. By humongous, I meant forty percent of the height of the trees at Calaveras, California. Mommy's trees were really tall, with an army of gnarly "wont-spare-your-life" trunks which are highly capable of destroying the Meralco supply in our street.
Mommy's trees were the talk of the neighborhood during every typhoon aftermath. The kaimito tree infront of the house was approaching its golden year when it met it's tragic ending. Lying across the street, cars couldn't pass through and have to swerved around, rather with great difficulty. For about a week, Bangkal Street was electricity-deprived. It is as if the world stopped for a moment. And it's all because of our trees.
The Meralco team, together with some neighbors really poured their efforts to an extreme to get our tree off the street. Chainsaw here and chainsaw everywhere. And alas, after four days, our street was cleared except for the remnants of the kaimito tree. I even scooped some of its sawdust and put it on a bottle.
We always cooked with our electric stove. So if there's no electricity, then we have to suit ourselves with canned goods and cereals which ruins one's appetite. I remember a time when there's no electricity and lunch time was fast approaching and we really are starving (mommy and my brother). The three of us decided to use coal to cook food and the results weren't satisfying. My brother and I consumed about an hour just to keep the coal from going and the rice emerged like rice pops.
When it rains, it is as if time has drifted into a slow and deep slumber. It's too dark outside and you can't help but get scared especially when there's thunder and lightning involved. Rain stirs you into a state of melancholia. Upto now, I had this habit of sitting next to a window and just staring into space, hoping that the pouring will stop and that the dark skies would soon dissapear.
But then I realized that rain is essential. Why? Because it allows us to meditate over things. It gives us time to bond with family over hot sopas or hot champorado. It gives you time to notice that neglected book that you brought eons ago. It makes us appreciate the humidity of the Philippines.
Trials can be the light drizzle or the typhoon in our lives. Like the rain, trials are made to stop us in our tracks. Because sometimes, we tend to overlook the things that really matter. Frequent sunny days would often result to people complaining how hot the weather is. Life is too fast-paced nowadays that we forget to be grateful with things that are more important than superficial aspects. People turn to their ipads to listen to music when in fact the singing of the birds produce better melody than Rihanna's or Miley Cyrus for that matter.
The rain makes us thoughtful (must be the reason why I'm here today) of the things which are beyond positive but continue to regard as negatives. The rain makes us grateful of what we have and makes us hopeful for the sun, of the rainbow.
The rain in our lives is a test of endurance. It may be appear frequently or seasonal in our lives. I can say, I pretty much survived most of my rainy seasons.Though in the end I may not appear waterproof, I began to believe in the essence of believing that life can't survive without rain. Rain makes the crops grow and so I grow. It always pushed me to continue my search for my rainbow moments.
Rain is the season wherein I can wear my jackets and my scarves. I can play the part of a New Yorker. And I wouldn't say no to my Tita Baby's sopas either.
Into each life some rain must fall.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Keep it real,
Joanne
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Family Unfamiliarity
August 9, 1992. I was made to believe that I was born into a wonderful tight-knit family. I have my funny dad, my beautiful mom, my weird little brother, my loving grandmother, my cool grandad, their loud old maid slash widowed siblings, some fluffy cats and some loyal dogs. It was a typical happy family setting. It was normal alright.
Until tragedy happens and I soon found myself saying goodbye to one family member after another. For the last twelve years of my life, I've been immunized by funeral services. And after passing through the denial and grief, I was left alone with my younger brother.
Having no dad or mom to assist you on some of the most important events of your life is painful. Even though you have these several awards, the parental congratulations is zilch. So you go onstage and wish that these non-celebratory events would soon be over.
It's even harder when you have problems and there's no mom or dad to talk to. You just have to deal with the pain and the burden and take hold of yourself tightly. I very much ace on that skill.
It's even harder when you have problems and there's no mom or dad to talk to. You just have to deal with the pain and the burden and take hold of yourself tightly. I very much ace on that skill.
Up to now, the word orphan is still a major blow to my personality. People tend to get judgmental upon discovering that you have no parents. And it is with these people that you find it hard to explain your complicated background.
Looking back, I was kind of amazed how far I've got without having my old folks to tell me what to do with my life. One pastor told me, "Someone is definitely praying for you." And that's when it dawned to me that the Lord never breaks His promises.
John 14:18
"I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you."
I was always on the right track, I excel at school, I'm a degree holder and my younger brother's off to college. We live simply.
I have always lived a boring life. I am a walking definition of a plain Jane. Maybe because I don't have a family to go out with during the summer season, no family to grace the holidays. I had no parents to teach me how to be sociable. I was naive at most things.
There's always this certain longing inside of me to search for some relatives. Sadly, most of my grandparents relatives live abroad. And it's been a long time since we have received postcards from them. And so one day, I decided to google about my papa's first cousins.
I discovered that they were born in LA, grew up in LA and basically are growing old in LA. They've last visited the Philippines last 2006, when my Lola Trining died. Unfortunately, I haven't met them. They did meet my dad, though, I think when he's at Mapua.
Being the stalker I am, I started to google their contact information and even went as far as using google maps. I called my Uncle Gerald for the first time through his office number and it was kind of awkward because we definitely are strangers to each other. It was one of the coldest conversations I've ever had in my whole entire existence.
Then I tried e-mailing my Uncle Terry. He sent me a long one and it sounded like it was addressed to a client. He told me that : "He cannot do for me what I have to do for myself." He even went like being a life coach or something, being all technical about me changing my social connections etcetera etcetera. I guess he might have mistaken my e-mailing him that I was asking for petition or some package from Macy's. Hahaha. All I wanted was these people to have constant communication with my brother and I. He didn't even bother to know our whereabouts. And we're like the only relatives that they have here in the Philippines. It was sad for family's sake. We share the same surname, we share the same roots. And it's not like the Gubatans are a dozen.
As for my grandmother's nephews and nieces, they're somewhere down New York, London and Australia. I've been trying to get information about them, but upto now, I've been hitting dead ends.
Well, I guess, it's just me and my brother then. And I've proven that "blood is thick than water" isn't true at all. Why? Well, I am surrounded by people who genuinely cares, people who are not even my own kin.
All my life, I've been dragged down by certain people, they've hurt me, traumatized me, think lowly of me, criticized me.
I'm just so tired of insisting myself to people who doesn't want me in their lives. After all, I have my tough self, and a good Lord to bag.
And yes, someday, I will definitely bloom into something wonderful and I swear that these people will wish that they had and have me in their lives. And I'm definitely gonna make it happen.
I have always lived a boring life. I am a walking definition of a plain Jane. Maybe because I don't have a family to go out with during the summer season, no family to grace the holidays. I had no parents to teach me how to be sociable. I was naive at most things.
There's always this certain longing inside of me to search for some relatives. Sadly, most of my grandparents relatives live abroad. And it's been a long time since we have received postcards from them. And so one day, I decided to google about my papa's first cousins.
I discovered that they were born in LA, grew up in LA and basically are growing old in LA. They've last visited the Philippines last 2006, when my Lola Trining died. Unfortunately, I haven't met them. They did meet my dad, though, I think when he's at Mapua.
Being the stalker I am, I started to google their contact information and even went as far as using google maps. I called my Uncle Gerald for the first time through his office number and it was kind of awkward because we definitely are strangers to each other. It was one of the coldest conversations I've ever had in my whole entire existence.
Then I tried e-mailing my Uncle Terry. He sent me a long one and it sounded like it was addressed to a client. He told me that : "He cannot do for me what I have to do for myself." He even went like being a life coach or something, being all technical about me changing my social connections etcetera etcetera. I guess he might have mistaken my e-mailing him that I was asking for petition or some package from Macy's. Hahaha. All I wanted was these people to have constant communication with my brother and I. He didn't even bother to know our whereabouts. And we're like the only relatives that they have here in the Philippines. It was sad for family's sake. We share the same surname, we share the same roots. And it's not like the Gubatans are a dozen.
As for my grandmother's nephews and nieces, they're somewhere down New York, London and Australia. I've been trying to get information about them, but upto now, I've been hitting dead ends.
Well, I guess, it's just me and my brother then. And I've proven that "blood is thick than water" isn't true at all. Why? Well, I am surrounded by people who genuinely cares, people who are not even my own kin.
All my life, I've been dragged down by certain people, they've hurt me, traumatized me, think lowly of me, criticized me.
I'm just so tired of insisting myself to people who doesn't want me in their lives. After all, I have my tough self, and a good Lord to bag.
And yes, someday, I will definitely bloom into something wonderful and I swear that these people will wish that they had and have me in their lives. And I'm definitely gonna make it happen.
"Someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean."
And all you're ever gonna be is mean."
Keep it real,
Joanne
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Getting Chummy
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”
― C.S. Lewis
C.S Lewis must have a wonderful circle of friends. Well, almost everyone has that clique on which they click. And not just click-click but really CLICK.
Growing up, I wasn't too good at making acquaintances, let alone friends. Maybe, I was anti-social back then. Or maybe, I was just too independent. When I was little, the only permanent playmate I've got was my younger brother. We weren't able to really make friends with the neighborhood kids. I remember some summer vacations wherein we have playmates coming over at our house and play "habulan." Most summers, it's just drawing, gardening and Sesame Street marathons for me.
Friendship is luxury defined for me. Yes, I did somehow develop my social skills, made lots of acquaintances but only few can really be considered as my friends. That's why I'm here today, to write about my precious ones.
It's really hard for me to open up about my whereabouts but some people had made me loosen up a bit. I was always the secretive type and I hate being showy about it. In fact, I hated talking about me, I try to avoid talking about my life as much as possible I was a loner until these great people came along. So in no particular order, let me present to you the people who can pretty much bear my silly antics.
Camille AngelicaRose de Leon
She's one of the most beautiful faces I've ever seen. She's funny, she's creative, she's determined and she's one hell of a kind. We became friends during a film I made with her and from then on, she became one of my most trusted confidantes. I can't keep secrets from her (she's got these big prodding eyes) and we share the same kind of passion: being life-driven. I call her my mom because she simply is. She's like this mother hen, always been protective about me, willing to hide me in her wings whenever she senses something. She made my costume in my Photography class and supported me all through out my remaining college years. She's always willing to go out in the rain just to meet and hug me. Just one call, and bam! She's there. She's one of my best friends. I know that she's busy with her stint on a crime-related television show but she's always willing to drop anything just to see me.
"Mommy Mac, thank you for really getting me. Thank you for sticking and fighting with me in every situation that I'm in. Thank you for believing in me."
Michelle Bait-it
This girl is a tri-athlete in piko, patintero and sungka. She handles the ball well too. She's soo kind, there's nothing wrong with her! She picks the things that I accidentally tripped over whenever we go shopping. Hehehe. She's so transparent and true about herself. You can easily make friends with this girl for she is so open, you can literally see her soul. She is one great drinking buddy too. Though we never see each other often, I can say that she's one great friend to keep.
"I know you're busy selling condominium units and all, but I definitely want to see you soon. Love you, Mitch."
Cheri Galvez
My ultimate crime partner. My defender. My ego-booster. My critique. This girl is so fat, you can actually replace bacon with her. Hehe. Just kidding. This tough midget has been my friend since 3rd year college and we pretty much had the same chain of events that either brought us dying or flying, crying and laughing. I always go home with her and we always talk about pretty much anything under the sun. The best thing I really like about this girl is that she's not afraid to knock you back into your senses whenever you seem to need some knocking. She might have called me a "butt-face" back in college but she's one lovable creature. You just have to really understand her quirks and cravings before she pulls your hair and gives you a massive wedgie. I'm really proud of my girl here. She's tough, she's a fighter.
"Evil girl, I'll see and join you soon, ok? I miss you terribly."
Phoebe dela Paz-Corpuz
This korean-looking lesbo is so weird, I can't believe I'm friends with her. HAHAHA! Just kidding. But seriously, that same level of weirdness that we share together is what actually keeps us intact. We often spend our free time together watching movies and eating popcorn and smashing some zombies. I love her being indie and her collection of scarves. I love her tumblr-ish room and I just loving having fun with her. She's a great companion and a great friend. And oh, she's one of my mentors at organizing my things. The reason why I became struck down with an obsessive-compulsiveness syndrome is because of her. Hehe.
"Powbs, I know you're married now and I know that it's a dream come true for you. I'm happy for you and I hope we get to play L4D again."
Rachelle Legler
She's been all-around protective with me. And I really dig her calming presence. I don't know, with her around, I can easily breathe and she's one great listener and adviser. People would often misinterpret her as annoying but she's a very loyal friend. She still texts me upto this day and even bothered to search for my number.
"I'm about to get teary-eyed right now, but I just want you to know that I'm doing well and I miss you, just give me time and I'll see you soon."
Wilan Postolero
Whenever I have problems, this guy has been my go-to person since 2nd year college. He guided me through thick and thin and I've never been so grateful. He's not perfect, in fact he's got his share of several boo-boos too, but I think that's what makes him quite relatable. With this guy, anything is possible and I started to believe that in this life, it's always about fighting for what you believe in and that solutions are endless. I know this guy, he's loyal to his friends and is very willing to die for them. No joking here. This guy, together with my Mommy Mac has given so much impact in my life. I think 1/8 of my being now is because of them.
"Dad, you were the first one to teach me that possibilities are endless, it's time that you believe in it again. Soon all your hard work will pay off. I wish you Mommy Mac all the best that this life can offer. Thanks so much for every single thing."
Erik Miras
He was the first one to talk to me back in my first year as a college student. He was always a Straight-A student and that's one thing we always agree on. He's always there for me especially during some wee hours in the morning wherein I just can't sleep and needs someone to talk about anything sane. Or even accompany me anywhere even if it is already 3am. Hehe. He's a great friend and although we might have somewhat had gaps before, he was still the same person that I know. One word: Warm. He's one good-looking guy but he's never boast about it which is great, otherwise I wouldn't want to go out with an airhead. Hehe. He's always gala like me and that's fun.
"Erik, I know that you're busy hunting down goons with Mike Enriquez, and I know it's your dream job. You deserve it. Good luck with life and I really hope to make gala with you again." :)
Kevin Santos
Another great pal. He's been a cool companion and has made me discover new things (ice cream cookies, anyone?) He's never grew tired of sharing me the Gospel even though I was so stubborn back then. Movies and eating with this person is quite an event. And he's one of my go-to person because he always seem to know what to say (must be because of the pastor aura). He might be misunderstood by some people but he is actually a nice guy.
"Kev, I miss hanging out with you and Erik. Thank you so much for the sound advices and thank you so much for always lending me a hand. See you soon!"
Brian Francia
Brian Francia. How can I ever forget this walking mouth? Hahaha. We're both born in August which I think the reason why we get along so well. This guy, wobbly he might be most of the time, is actually a great listener. He's one of the few people I know who can really listen. Although I make fun of him most of the time, he still considers me as his younger sister. Hehe.
"Bri, keep up the faith. Thanks so much for the friendship!"
Victor Young
My fluffy fat assed friend. Hehe. He's a very warm person and I can really hang out with him and share some of the hugest laughs of my life. He's very creative and a bit shy around people he's meeting the first time. The great thing with Victor is that he never feels you out. He's always there willing to accept you again and again. And that little thing really counts.
"FAT ASS! I miss you so much! I just wished I had listen to your before during the time you called me sneaky sneaky. I hope to laugh with you soon!"
Ralph Senga
He is one great comforter. And he doesn't mind if I wake him from his nap just to talk to him about some of my damn dramas. He's that guy who can accompany you shopping and not get bored at all. He's a very caring friend. He makes you stand at your feet when you're disheveled at the cold hard ground. I'm glad I became friends with this person.
"Ralphy! Thank you for the patience and the best advices one could ever have."
I wasn't the showy type of friend. In fact, I admit I suck at being a friend. But I can't help but be very thankful that I have these people behind my back. They're always there even though I seem to push them away. They're God's gift to me. I've always thought that I can survive without anyone but with them around, that thought is as far as Neverland.
These are the people who have always believe in me. These are the people who stood behind and beside me. They are my guiding light. They make me feel safe. They're the only ones who doesn't get tired of texting me even though I don't reply. They always want the best for me. They were the only ones who calls me pretty when I least look my best. I just hoped I had listened to them before I made that stupid mistake in my life. I may not get in touch with them every single day, but I know they're always waiting for me to stand up again. They always were, always has been.
I miss them so much and I believe soon enough, I will get those warm hugs again and laugh till I fart.
“It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.”
― Marlene Dietrich
Keep it real,
Joanne
― C.S. Lewis
C.S Lewis must have a wonderful circle of friends. Well, almost everyone has that clique on which they click. And not just click-click but really CLICK.
Growing up, I wasn't too good at making acquaintances, let alone friends. Maybe, I was anti-social back then. Or maybe, I was just too independent. When I was little, the only permanent playmate I've got was my younger brother. We weren't able to really make friends with the neighborhood kids. I remember some summer vacations wherein we have playmates coming over at our house and play "habulan." Most summers, it's just drawing, gardening and Sesame Street marathons for me.
Friendship is luxury defined for me. Yes, I did somehow develop my social skills, made lots of acquaintances but only few can really be considered as my friends. That's why I'm here today, to write about my precious ones.
It's really hard for me to open up about my whereabouts but some people had made me loosen up a bit. I was always the secretive type and I hate being showy about it. In fact, I hated talking about me, I try to avoid talking about my life as much as possible I was a loner until these great people came along. So in no particular order, let me present to you the people who can pretty much bear my silly antics.
Camille AngelicaRose de Leon
She's one of the most beautiful faces I've ever seen. She's funny, she's creative, she's determined and she's one hell of a kind. We became friends during a film I made with her and from then on, she became one of my most trusted confidantes. I can't keep secrets from her (she's got these big prodding eyes) and we share the same kind of passion: being life-driven. I call her my mom because she simply is. She's like this mother hen, always been protective about me, willing to hide me in her wings whenever she senses something. She made my costume in my Photography class and supported me all through out my remaining college years. She's always willing to go out in the rain just to meet and hug me. Just one call, and bam! She's there. She's one of my best friends. I know that she's busy with her stint on a crime-related television show but she's always willing to drop anything just to see me.
"Mommy Mac, thank you for really getting me. Thank you for sticking and fighting with me in every situation that I'm in. Thank you for believing in me."
Michelle Bait-it
This girl is a tri-athlete in piko, patintero and sungka. She handles the ball well too. She's soo kind, there's nothing wrong with her! She picks the things that I accidentally tripped over whenever we go shopping. Hehehe. She's so transparent and true about herself. You can easily make friends with this girl for she is so open, you can literally see her soul. She is one great drinking buddy too. Though we never see each other often, I can say that she's one great friend to keep.
"I know you're busy selling condominium units and all, but I definitely want to see you soon. Love you, Mitch."
Cheri Galvez
My ultimate crime partner. My defender. My ego-booster. My critique. This girl is so fat, you can actually replace bacon with her. Hehe. Just kidding. This tough midget has been my friend since 3rd year college and we pretty much had the same chain of events that either brought us dying or flying, crying and laughing. I always go home with her and we always talk about pretty much anything under the sun. The best thing I really like about this girl is that she's not afraid to knock you back into your senses whenever you seem to need some knocking. She might have called me a "butt-face" back in college but she's one lovable creature. You just have to really understand her quirks and cravings before she pulls your hair and gives you a massive wedgie. I'm really proud of my girl here. She's tough, she's a fighter.
"Evil girl, I'll see and join you soon, ok? I miss you terribly."
Phoebe dela Paz-Corpuz
This korean-looking lesbo is so weird, I can't believe I'm friends with her. HAHAHA! Just kidding. But seriously, that same level of weirdness that we share together is what actually keeps us intact. We often spend our free time together watching movies and eating popcorn and smashing some zombies. I love her being indie and her collection of scarves. I love her tumblr-ish room and I just loving having fun with her. She's a great companion and a great friend. And oh, she's one of my mentors at organizing my things. The reason why I became struck down with an obsessive-compulsiveness syndrome is because of her. Hehe.
"Powbs, I know you're married now and I know that it's a dream come true for you. I'm happy for you and I hope we get to play L4D again."
Rachelle Legler
She's been all-around protective with me. And I really dig her calming presence. I don't know, with her around, I can easily breathe and she's one great listener and adviser. People would often misinterpret her as annoying but she's a very loyal friend. She still texts me upto this day and even bothered to search for my number.
"I'm about to get teary-eyed right now, but I just want you to know that I'm doing well and I miss you, just give me time and I'll see you soon."
Wilan Postolero
Whenever I have problems, this guy has been my go-to person since 2nd year college. He guided me through thick and thin and I've never been so grateful. He's not perfect, in fact he's got his share of several boo-boos too, but I think that's what makes him quite relatable. With this guy, anything is possible and I started to believe that in this life, it's always about fighting for what you believe in and that solutions are endless. I know this guy, he's loyal to his friends and is very willing to die for them. No joking here. This guy, together with my Mommy Mac has given so much impact in my life. I think 1/8 of my being now is because of them.
"Dad, you were the first one to teach me that possibilities are endless, it's time that you believe in it again. Soon all your hard work will pay off. I wish you Mommy Mac all the best that this life can offer. Thanks so much for every single thing."
Erik Miras
He was the first one to talk to me back in my first year as a college student. He was always a Straight-A student and that's one thing we always agree on. He's always there for me especially during some wee hours in the morning wherein I just can't sleep and needs someone to talk about anything sane. Or even accompany me anywhere even if it is already 3am. Hehe. He's a great friend and although we might have somewhat had gaps before, he was still the same person that I know. One word: Warm. He's one good-looking guy but he's never boast about it which is great, otherwise I wouldn't want to go out with an airhead. Hehe. He's always gala like me and that's fun.
"Erik, I know that you're busy hunting down goons with Mike Enriquez, and I know it's your dream job. You deserve it. Good luck with life and I really hope to make gala with you again." :)
Kevin Santos
Another great pal. He's been a cool companion and has made me discover new things (ice cream cookies, anyone?) He's never grew tired of sharing me the Gospel even though I was so stubborn back then. Movies and eating with this person is quite an event. And he's one of my go-to person because he always seem to know what to say (must be because of the pastor aura). He might be misunderstood by some people but he is actually a nice guy.
"Kev, I miss hanging out with you and Erik. Thank you so much for the sound advices and thank you so much for always lending me a hand. See you soon!"
Brian Francia
Brian Francia. How can I ever forget this walking mouth? Hahaha. We're both born in August which I think the reason why we get along so well. This guy, wobbly he might be most of the time, is actually a great listener. He's one of the few people I know who can really listen. Although I make fun of him most of the time, he still considers me as his younger sister. Hehe.
"Bri, keep up the faith. Thanks so much for the friendship!"
Victor Young
My fluffy fat assed friend. Hehe. He's a very warm person and I can really hang out with him and share some of the hugest laughs of my life. He's very creative and a bit shy around people he's meeting the first time. The great thing with Victor is that he never feels you out. He's always there willing to accept you again and again. And that little thing really counts.
"FAT ASS! I miss you so much! I just wished I had listen to your before during the time you called me sneaky sneaky. I hope to laugh with you soon!"
Ralph Senga
He is one great comforter. And he doesn't mind if I wake him from his nap just to talk to him about some of my damn dramas. He's that guy who can accompany you shopping and not get bored at all. He's a very caring friend. He makes you stand at your feet when you're disheveled at the cold hard ground. I'm glad I became friends with this person.
"Ralphy! Thank you for the patience and the best advices one could ever have."
I wasn't the showy type of friend. In fact, I admit I suck at being a friend. But I can't help but be very thankful that I have these people behind my back. They're always there even though I seem to push them away. They're God's gift to me. I've always thought that I can survive without anyone but with them around, that thought is as far as Neverland.
These are the people who have always believe in me. These are the people who stood behind and beside me. They are my guiding light. They make me feel safe. They're the only ones who doesn't get tired of texting me even though I don't reply. They always want the best for me. They were the only ones who calls me pretty when I least look my best. I just hoped I had listened to them before I made that stupid mistake in my life. I may not get in touch with them every single day, but I know they're always waiting for me to stand up again. They always were, always has been.
I miss them so much and I believe soon enough, I will get those warm hugs again and laugh till I fart.
“It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.”
― Marlene Dietrich
Keep it real,
Joanne
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