About a friend…

March 26, 2007 9:00 am

I am in the office, checking the reports of my teammates when I heard the alarm tone of my cp. So I fumbled for it in my bag and thought “What day is it today? Did I miss something?” After I found my phone, I saw that my reminder had set off the alarm. It’s my friend’s birthday.

She’s one of my bestfriends, what I am today is mostly her influence. She’s a good friend, smart, pretty and adorable. I met her when I was in my first yr as a college student. We were staying in the same boarding house. She’s from Mindanao, so I learned the Cebuano language from her. I can’t speak the language but can understand some terms and phrases. She’s taking up Accounting then, I was taking up Marketing.

We went along very well. We used to go out together. Visit different places together. She went to our house and I went to her relatives’ house where she’s staying while studying away from home. Sometimes we will skip classes just to stroll in the mall, watch a movie or just enjoy each other’s company. I treated her as a bestfriend, as a teacher and as a sister. I still remember those times that we will talk from sunset to sunrise about anything. I have loved her above anyone else. But sometimes, some good things never last.

I haven’t expected that her grades are failing. Because I thought she’s smarter than I am. Then, I had developed several circles of friends and when I was in my second year I often hang out with my classmates because we were so busy doing projects and term papers. From there, I had less time with her. So we seldom talk to each other. But we’re still bestfriends. I soon found out that she has several failing subjects. She seldom goes to school and she spends most of her time sleeping.

I wish I knew her problem but I don’t. She acts normally, laughs a lot and looks like everyday is a happy day for her. Then we got into a fight that ruined our friendship. It’s sad. She never talked to me for a month or so. And we were never close again after that. I graduated college and she stopped schooling. I wish I could help her. She’s still my friend and she’ll always be.

Two years ago, she went back to her hometown and we still communicate through cellphones. I hope she could go back here so we could see each other again. And I hope she could finish her studies, too. My wish for her on this special day is: may she find her true love, and be happy for the rest of her life.

What I love doing…

This is one of those boring days when I can’t make up my mind about what I really want or what I really wanted to do. I have this task that I have to finish in order to start a new one but I guess I’m stuck for now... *sigh*

What do I love doing? Well, I like reading. Short stories appeal to my senses. When I was young I think of writing short stories but now that I’ve come of age, I realize that I don’t write that well. Whenever, I feel like writing and starts to take hold of a pen and a sheet of paper, all those wonderful ideas just evaporate leaving my mind empty. Maybe, I’m just not into it or I am not trying my best.

Anyway, I created this blog to be a home of my thoughts, a mirror of my life, and a reflection of my personality. So now when I feel like writing anything, I will visit this blog and post something here. I still don’t know what the purpose of this blog to me but maybe I will just see it in due time. I will just continue what I started.

The internet connection is back now, time for work again….

about me

(Note: This will be my first post so I apologize for the wrong grammar and if I don’t write very well.)

Twenty-two years ago, in a far away land, was born a brilliant child who is destined to change lives of many people (I am not entirely sure of this but for now I think that’s my purpose). She grew up to be a quiet, smart, loving girl and she is favored by her father above her other siblings (I am not sure of this, too, but my father used to say that I am his favorite daughter).

I attended a public school in elementary where I was accelerated to Grade 1. I never studied nursery or pre-school, and if that happened in today’s generation you can call me a gifted child then. My teacher never noticed me, until I started sleeping in her classes. She would wake me up and gave me several kinds of punishment like answer the problems she wrote in the blackboard or flash cards at me with mathematic equations that I have to answer as fast as I can. I just made her amazed because even though I slept most of the time I usually answered her questions correctly. But then, teachers still hate sleeping pupils so I never got to the honor list. I just found out that I was her favorite pupil when I was already in high school.

I was an honor student from grade 2 to grade 6 plus my parents were so proud since I was awarded Best in Science because I used to compete with other schools in science quizzes. I was so innocent that time that I didn’t know how brilliant I am (hahaha!).

Anyway, I took an admission test in order to be admitted in the school where I will be spending my secondary education and I was so confident that I will pass the exam but I never expected to be on the top list. I was popular during my high school days. But my teachers hated me because they thought I am a nerd.

My college days were brighter than my high school because I got to know the value of life and friendship. I was friendlier and I actually had several groups of friends. I am not the silent type anymore. I can talk from sunset to sunrise if there is someone kind enough to chat with me and listen to anything I say. Friends were more important for me than my family then, but too much of anything is not good, so God started to teach me (us actually, my friends and I) some lesson. Until now those friends are still my bestfriends because we passed the test that came our way (hehehe).

I graduated college without flying colors but I was happy because I went to the most prestigious school in the country and being admitted alone is an honor (;)). Currently, I am working in an outsourcing company. Until here for now, I’ll think of a better article next time but maybe I’ll be copy pasting some of my posts here (Junelle said this is my blog and I can post whatever I want).