Friday, July 10, 2009

This thing called 'Friendship'

How does it feel when you're alone and you're cold inside? - MJ, Stranger in Moscow
The stress that the past couple of weeks also made me re-think a few things in my life. While chatting with a friend one Saturday afternoon, it dawned on me - I can really be lonely at times. While I have so many friends surrounding me, there are moments when I find myself completely having no one at all.
It's funny how one friend pointed out: 'So, you don't have a best friend?' I know it's cheesy and it might not even deserve a space in this blog but it did dig a hole in my thoughts. And it kept boring deeper and deeper until I can't take it out no more. It's like a tumor - it sits there somewhere in my brain (mind), growing bigger and bigger everyday (somehow nurtured by recent on-goings in my semi-pathetic life). It needs an operation, to rid of it and free me from pain.
And so, going back to that, if I may call, unsolicited, tacky, and a little hurtful comment (but I don't blame my friend for it was meant to be an innocuous question), it made me kind of confirm it to myself - 'Yea, I don't.' I used to have one but we've grown each other out (possibly permanently out of each others' lives). I even had a very close guy friend but he moved far away. I have so many friends in highschool and college, at work, and friends that I randomly met along the way but I didn't find another one. It's true, at least in my case, that a best friend is not like a boyfriend or a girlfriend whom you can just replace when the relationship is over. Once it's broken - it's irrepairable.
So what happens to a person without any best friends (and without any boyfriends... hehe...)? Here are just some things I experience myself:
1. I'm always a tag-along (to my sister & her husband). Classic loser moment: The night after their wedding, I slept in their hotel room (at the living room couch) 'coz I don't have anywhere / anyone to go to. =(
2. I don't have a constant movie buddy.
3. I don't have someone to bother anytime without feeling 'shy' about it (because I am assured I am not a bother at all)
4. I don't have someone calling my house every now and then to just, well, talk.

Things just change I guess. One time, we find ourselves surrounded by people who makes the best out of us and the next thing you know, you're by yourself. I am such a sensitive sucker and it's such a touchy subject for me - this thing called friendship. Probably because I have had a lot whom I thought would stay but went away anyway. That is why it upsets me when my friends make me feel like I have to beg for their time, or I have to fall in line for their schedules. I am not saying they should'nt because we all have our own reasons but that is genuinely what I feel. And don't it frustrates you when a friend refers to you as just an 'officemate' or a 'classmate' or whatever other 'so-so' terms when he / she talks to other people? Why can't he / she just say 'Oh, I'm with my friend!' It makes me feel bad... I don't know. Oh, and then there are my favorites - those who suddenly remember your existence when they need something from you.
But God really is good! He knows when and how to take away my pain and turn it into glee. I have this friend whom I haven't seen for quite a long time. She used to be a colleague at work but then she resigned and we haven't seen each other since. Not once and it's like years already. But what I like about her is that she never forgets. She'll drop me a message once in while in my FB or Friendster and ask how am I doing. But the better part is, she's always telling me how she appreciates the friendship... without any inhibitions. I don't have to see her to tell that she's genuine about it. There's just an assurance between those words and I really feel it.
Then, just recently, I've been talking to my college bffs (thanks skype!) and it's just awesome. Although they're very far, just by talking, we are able to catch up and just fill in the years that we have lost touch.
It's as if God is reminding me I am just making up crazy thoughts in my head. And I shouldn't feel bad about it. Things change and that cannot be helped.

And so, I say to my friends: I truly appreciate your friendship - near or far. A friend talks from the heart and I know all your hearts perfectly. =)

Sunday, June 28, 2009

All in my head

I've been staring at this blank space on the wall
My mind's in slumber, sometimes it's on a roll
Then I hear your voice talking to me from somewhere
Think you'd be able to brighten up my world of amber

But you were just in my head
Gotta wake up sooner or later
I'm going crazy, there's no doubt
About this non-existent love affair.

I found this written in my little notebok. Can't remember when I wrote it. Now that I think about it, I am such a sporadic cheezy sprinkler.

Monday, May 07, 2007


A big black hole usurps my being. I feel so restless and weak.
Sometimes I feel like the sky comes down upon me and threads on my very soul; its magnitude ready to swallow me whole.
To cry is to be a coward they say. But it is through these river of tears that I fight my sadness. Ah, melancholy and my infinite sadness amidst the chaos of life. At times, I surrender to this whim so as not to complicate things further or aggravate the fire that's been meaning to scorch this cold cold feeling.
I want to runaway... to wherever that is. It doesn't matter.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

cold when there is no you.

the breeze is passing through my solitude.
the colder it gets, the more i think of you.
the more i think of you, the more i hate myself.
for i long for the warmth that only you can shed.

i watch the sunset alone and i mourn over it.
smile that wasn't there, now i'm starting to forget.
cold-blood spilled in the fountain of this loneliness.
will i forever feel numb to this cold empty space?

there is still time to fight, to get over the pain.
to turn this icicles to little puddles of faith.
if you'll ever come back i'll dream again to see that light.
that tiny twinkling spark that only gives me life.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Sa isang nagkukubling diwa

Sa isang lumang alapaap natagpuan niya ang kaniyang sarili, sumisinghap-singhap sa liwanag ng mga tala sa dakong natatanaw lamang. May ilaw pa kayang madadatnan pagsapit ng panahong kaya na niyang abutin ang dati’y isang dipang layong aninaw lamang sa kawalan?

Magulo ang mundo. Magulo ang buhay ko. Parang isang sapot na nagtagni-tagni’t winalanghiya ang isang masayang alaala na sa isang sulok na lamang ng aking katinuan nakabaon. Hindi maaaring mahukay ng gayon lamang. Ngunit nais ko itong mahawakan, malanghap, matikman. Hindi baling may pait kung ang dulong maaabot ay matamis ang naghihintay. Hindi na baling lumuha ng bagyo kung ang katahimikang nagbabadya ang siyang masisilayan ko. Ano nga ba ang buhay? Mayroon nga bang totoo?

Umaalon ang musika sa aking pandinig… noong una’y malungkot haggang sa bawa’t himig na binibitawan ay nagbibigay kulay sa dati’y walang buhay na kadiliman. At sa aking kamalayan ay imahe ng dalawang pusong magkaakap, nagmamahal, puno ng pag-asa. Habang ang diwa ko’y naglalakbay, ako’y nag-aalalang hindi na ito muling makakabalik sapagka’t ang aking sapantaha’y ito ay may kakayahang mamalagi sa mundo na hindi totoo. Anu’t ano man, ang puso ko’y buo, walang dungis walang bahid. Saan man ako magtungo, tiyak matutunton ko ang daan pauwi.

Malungkot kong tinitingnan ang bawat salitang nabubuo sa isang blankong papel na de makinarya. Walang kahulugan ngunit malalim ang pinaghuhugtan. Gusto kong umiyak pero para saan, para kanino? Matapang ang taong lumuluha sapagka’t wala siyang takot palayain ang kaniyang emosyon. Nais kong isiping matapang ako. Ngunit ang totoo’y isa akong duwag na walang alam gawin kundi ang magkubli sa mundo na malayo sa realidad. Wari’y nanaghoy ang aking musika – may luha ang bawat ritmo, may tangis ang bawat salita.

-Isang tanghaling nakakapraning

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

At sight.

I look outside my working cage; I saw the Manila Bay, ships at anchorage, the blue skies, slightly dimmed by smog. From where I stood, they look serene... the sea looks peaceful. And those floating sticks look like puzzles.
I thought about you.
How many days must I wait until I see you again.
I don't know. Maybe I don't want to know.
This morning, I forgot your face. I forgot how it felt to be near you.
If it's good, then it is good. I musn't wail.
I almost cried for fear of forgetting.
Will you ever come back?
There was a slight tug in my heart; I felt guilty deceiving myself.

But for now, I wouldn't hang on. I can't keep my promise.

Friday, January 26, 2007

The Yellow Trap

I'd rather not explain about the title because it will loose the sense of mystery in it. I can still remember how all this happened to this hapless soul who has been pathetically unlucky in the Game of Hearts. I've seen it all happened before my eyes; I was probably the sole witness to her sometimes happy and [most of the time] bitter fight against the real, the ideal and the norm.

Who knows? I just remember that it all started here...

February 6, 2006 (Monday)

There was an invasion. But this was nothing serious. No, we're not being attacked by monstrous foreign colonizers nor a civil war was meaning to break out. But I feel like a captive. His "type of people" wouldn't just let me go. I was yearning to break free and just when I thought the strings have loosened, another one got a hold of me.

February 7, 2006 (Tuesday)

Why do I easily fall for goofballs? He has that sweet innocent yet appalling look. He looks ridiculously funny.

February 9, 2006 (Thursday)

Am I really being stupid? I know I am leaving the last ounce of my self-worth splayed flatly on the floor. Am I already threading on it without really knowing?

(to be continued... the author's eyes were drooping like crazy already...)