In the midst of everyone’s hangover from All Soul’s Day and from the
trick and treat fun, I found myself in a case different from most
people. What most people think about is how they wished the vacation
could have been longer. Mine was different. Maybe because I didn’t
really care even if Nov. 2 wasn’t declared a holiday.
I disappointed a number of friends because of one act I never even thought was wrong. Or maybe I thought it was, I just don’t want to think that it really is. There were so many times that I found myself in situations wherein I don’t care how other people would think. But there were also times when I care so much that it makes me terribly paranoid.
I perfectly understand all the disappointments. Some have spoken some harsh words but it was all acceptable. I don’t even think it was harsh. Your dear friend needs some cognizance at times she clumsily looses her head.
I properly conceive that your point is for my own good. I can see where you are all going. You bombed me with questions I can’t even answer. But then, they don’t need to be answered. They need to be realized…
One of my bestfriends gave me a call this afternoon. He rarely does that, not unless he feels I need to hear what he wants to say. For the third time now he said, “Don’t make me leave my job and buy a plane ticket to Manila”. He wasn’t laughing. However, it also doesn’t have a touch of anger. It was plain but quite strong. The first time he threw me that line, I thought maybe he should do that. It would really be nice. But of course that’s insane… and kinda selfish.
For a moment, I forgot a lot of things.
I forgot some friends’ long distance calls 2-3 times a day, eating disorder, why I have to visit Tita Gracy 3-4 times a week, my change of views, my indifference, the chewable candies.
I forgot some friends’ kindness to pick me up from the office, special dinners just to force me to eat, Figaro chocolate cakes to make me smile.
I forgot your surprises every week, love story movie marathon, comedy movie marathon.
I forgot the wonderful emails, sweet messages, funny texts, singing clown (which was horrible but totally funny), and the stargazing.
I forgot how some of you woke up early in the morning around 8-9 (which you’re not used to) just to check if I went to work and if I’ve eaten breakfast then go back to sleep again, lunch and dinner reminders, my leaves, watching “The Whole Ten Yards” and “School of Rock”, Starbuck’s coffee, Coffee Bean, getting bloated at NSG, going to Greenhills, late night celfone-babad (talking for hours using cellphone. Imagine the bill!)
I’d like to say sorry (you guys know who you are). I haven’t forgotten all the good things you did, all your efforts and all your help. Most of you said, “it’s ok” (some did after I started crying), but I know that it isn’t.
NR0304
I disappointed a number of friends because of one act I never even thought was wrong. Or maybe I thought it was, I just don’t want to think that it really is. There were so many times that I found myself in situations wherein I don’t care how other people would think. But there were also times when I care so much that it makes me terribly paranoid.
I perfectly understand all the disappointments. Some have spoken some harsh words but it was all acceptable. I don’t even think it was harsh. Your dear friend needs some cognizance at times she clumsily looses her head.
I properly conceive that your point is for my own good. I can see where you are all going. You bombed me with questions I can’t even answer. But then, they don’t need to be answered. They need to be realized…
One of my bestfriends gave me a call this afternoon. He rarely does that, not unless he feels I need to hear what he wants to say. For the third time now he said, “Don’t make me leave my job and buy a plane ticket to Manila”. He wasn’t laughing. However, it also doesn’t have a touch of anger. It was plain but quite strong. The first time he threw me that line, I thought maybe he should do that. It would really be nice. But of course that’s insane… and kinda selfish.
For a moment, I forgot a lot of things.
I forgot some friends’ long distance calls 2-3 times a day, eating disorder, why I have to visit Tita Gracy 3-4 times a week, my change of views, my indifference, the chewable candies.
I forgot some friends’ kindness to pick me up from the office, special dinners just to force me to eat, Figaro chocolate cakes to make me smile.
I forgot your surprises every week, love story movie marathon, comedy movie marathon.
I forgot the wonderful emails, sweet messages, funny texts, singing clown (which was horrible but totally funny), and the stargazing.
I forgot how some of you woke up early in the morning around 8-9 (which you’re not used to) just to check if I went to work and if I’ve eaten breakfast then go back to sleep again, lunch and dinner reminders, my leaves, watching “The Whole Ten Yards” and “School of Rock”, Starbuck’s coffee, Coffee Bean, getting bloated at NSG, going to Greenhills, late night celfone-babad (talking for hours using cellphone. Imagine the bill!)
I’d like to say sorry (you guys know who you are). I haven’t forgotten all the good things you did, all your efforts and all your help. Most of you said, “it’s ok” (some did after I started crying), but I know that it isn’t.
NR0304
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