i have not updated this blog for a long time and there was really alot of things i wanted to say. lucky that i have journal to write on. plenty of stuff happened last week and it really made me feel blessed. exactly seven days ago my house got robbed. i woke around 5am and looked for phone. i remembered setting my alarm to make sure get up early enough to prepare to mass and then i woke earlier than what i set the alarm for and there i discovered that house was sacked....
this blog maybe dated august but its actually september.... hehehe
for past weeks i get to catch up with friends which i so wanted for a long time. where do i start. Petula Menggay... she will always a place in my heart despite of God know what reason. She was the one who exposed me to more culture and art to media, my technically first job came from her. She was actually a professor in the college i was in but not im my department. she was more that a teacher to me, she was a mentor a friend and a confidant. she was there at my lowest and that is why i will never forget her. so some weeks ago we go to talk again its not that we dont, we still chat thorugh friendster and text but it was not enough. so one saturday i stayed longer in the office to make sure i catch her. she is now back in media the field she's best at. we got to talk about what we love talking about, philosophy, music, our crushes, what weve gone through... we even talked about keanna reeves and why pinoy big brother was an avenue for second chances... hadnt she joined she will still be typecast as slutty bitch that escorts some dirty congressmen and what have you not that she's not thought of that way anymore. atleast pbb showed that there is sensitive side of her. a good and patient friend that she was to rustom to his painfull coming out, not to mention her comic break when she peed at the pbb grass. she was also motherly to john pratts when he missed his parents and was also sensitive and caring to her housemates when she told off mitch and her conceited whims. We also talked how God loves us and why we should satisfy our spritual needs and obligations.
Scarlett and I have not been communicating very well but we get to fix that she was my first real bestfriend. it all started with our whistling ways and our love for mariah then theater and music. alot of things happened in our lives that made us bitter. we started to hate the world and turn back at things we loved, excelled at, including our friendship. scarlett relayed that some months ago she was screaming when she woked up. that glass shattered in her sleep it was actually her window not because of her scream, she wasnt sure at first. so she went back to sleep. a few days later. she decided to clean-up her to change how it looks, maybe for theraphy. she was shocked with what she saw. while cleaning she saw a bullet upon picking it up she looked the direction of her shattered window then to the ceiling there was a hole in the ceiling and hole was in the exact line of sight of where she tilts her head when she sleeps. it dawned at her that she could have died that night the window shattered. guess what the bullet under her bed it was supposed to hit her exactly on the head. another story of second chance? hmmm.... she then realized how ungrateful of God she is, she now keeps the bullet in her wallet as a reminder of God letting her know that there's more to life and that she can still get through all that obstacles she's in.
one of my friends that i still see as often as i could is... well to protect her identity i'll call her Phd Jr. we've beens friends for a long time but its only recently did she trust with some very dark secrets of hers. i also shared mine. did it change how we see each other? yes, we are not closer and better friends to each other. maybe we were pushed to be by circumstances because we always singled out in this groups we're at and always tag team in fault. ill write more about her in another blog....
dare 1 is one of very few straight friends who are very open, he also had some horror stories and the reason why i call him dare 1 is because that what he used to be called. now he's a change man. from gangster to religious father. enough said... well that was all in the past. dare1 is also my officemate and buddy. 0915 was his last day in the office and i slightly gave him a hand with his clearance. it was a long process and it took the whole night that stretch to the mornings... i was there till his exit interview and it seems as though i was being interviewed too. then breakfast where Phd Jr got to join us. that was their first to meet and im really glad that they got to know each other. when i first met dare1 everything fell into place. we both knew we're gonna be friends and it really grew fast. so i was just so devastated when he had to leave the office. my mother sanggre referred it as separation anxiety. Phd Jr, said i am just too attached with my people. ill truly miss you dare1...
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carpe diem!!!
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