I
just read a post from Patty Laurel’s blog which talks about thanking persons
who have changed your life, or those who have been an instrument of
inspiration, and I began to think the flock of strangers who happen to cross my
way in the past few years and yes, indeed, persons are no accident. They came
into our lives for a purpose, for a reason. I would always be glad and thankful
for those who have been there when I was downhearted, depressed, or simply when
I just wanted someone to talk to. I feel like talking about some of them in
here tonight. *smiles*
Just
recently I met a friend who happened to share some of my interests, and I was
definitely grateful for his wise and comforting words and listening heart every
time I would share my ill-feelings, lonely thoughts, stress-related dramatic
thinking, or when I am just getting half crazy. Thank you for buying my
corniest jokes, my melodramatic moments and my messy thoughts. You said you
never like being thanked many a times because it felt like being the last time,
or sounding like the last words which means goodbye. Hahaha. Well, lem’me just
thank you NJ for being one of the best persons I have recently known and for
your best set of ears and that good heart of yours that I know are always
willing to listen. You made me realize that there are still a lot of kind persons out there, even that stranger you just met on one corner of the street. You are very pampering. Indeed. *bear hug*
Then
to my gay-est girl friend Lyvine, my bestfriend for a day (haha!) back then in
our humble and peaceful kingdom of IRS (the review school), a million thanks to
you agi. We may never see each other so often, but the way we communicate
constantly like long-lost sisters is very much important to me. Thank you for
being real, for being honest, for being just you. I promise I won’t pick a
boyfriend until you got one (yet promises can be broken hehehe). Love lots agi.
It’s
been like three years, but I still could perfectly remember all the
girly-talks, the boisterous laughter, and even just the purely chismis I shared
with my dorm neighbors in the review school Jacky and Mau. You girls are so
accommodating, and so sweet. I will always cherish our laundry-moments in the
poso area, our food and secret sharing (hahah) and the bubble-blowing one cold
night while talking about life, love and the future. I’m sorry if I forgot some
of the waray/bisaya terms you have taught me. But hey, I still do remember
“pikat” and “sili”. Hahahahah! That was very cool. Thank you so much girls, I
wish to see both of you again. I know we have lots of stories to tell.
To
my college sisters Gillie, Nikki and Sillery—I really, really miss you. I spent the whole college life with you and there are just a whole lot of things I miss
doing with you. Of course the pancit canton moments at Raffy’s every afternoon,
the tambay/study hours in the library which is in fact just to chase my crush
(haha!), the best exam/quiz moments of sharing (LOL!) and just a whole lot
more. Thank you for all the patience in waiting when I was always late in every
lakad/gimmick, for being the only persons I could share my sentiments with, for
backing me up when I was chasing ya know (hehehe), and yes, for everything. I
love and miss you so, so much! Love and kisses sissies!
And
there is EJ, my highschool bathroom friend, who inspired me to venture in the
happiness of writing my thoughts just like how the little gray cloud pour out
rain into a field of daffodils. We call each other “bathroom friend’ after the
series of chismisan and some sort of girly confessions we did inside our
school’s bathroom. I always look up to her, like my own older sister. She was
very smart, yet very humble. I want to thank her for being the only person I
can seriously talk to when I felt lost in my own circle during high school days.
When things get tough, I always think of her favorite line “there is always a
positive side in every negative situation.” Of course, we will always love
Kenshin Himura hehehe. Thank you J, and I miss you soooo much!
