The President has an important announcement:
Took this after we taped an episode of Wazzup way, way, way back.
To my favorite Kuya, Happy (insert age here, puhahahahahaha) Birthday! I hope you'll have a wonderful and successful year ahead. I miss you guys so much (you, and Tin and Drew and Archie) I wanna see you soon, but I don't know how. (Your 2007 Christmas gift is still with me, you know...) Basta, we'll see each other when we see each other. Till then, take care of yourself always. Mwahmwahmwah! Love yah!!!
You say you're going incognito, well then good. The only reason why we visit your blog every so often is because you were the one who started posting things about us. You were the one who started calling my unnie a name not hers. What's up with that? You want us to forget everything you subjected us to, and just when we thought that we could move forward we chance upon posts like that.
It's not very fun to learn that you're being called a person who must not be named. Especially because in reference to the Harry Potter series, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is an evil person. So you meant to say my unnie is evil? Please.
I refuse to say anything more. Sawa na ako, at ayoko na ring may lumabas pa sa bibig ko o sa mga kamay ko na mga salitang makakasakit pa sa iyo. This is enough. I will officially be closing this chapter of my life and I sincerely hope I never have to open it up again. EVER.
I’m really a nice person once you get to know me. I’m crazy and crack-filled most of the time, but I’m nice. In fact, I’m so nice that I’m almost always passive when it comes to issues concerning my friends and family, but there are times when I can’t take it anymore and I say things that surprise even myself.
I can’t say I’ve been quiet about this, but I’ve been silent most of the time. I believe I’ve said my piece way back when all this was starting, and I stopped when my friends told me to stop. Being someone who expresses most through words, there was so much I wanted to say… but then I put a stop to it. Sabi nila, pabayaan ko na. Tama na.
I’m the type of person who sticks to my friends and family and stands up for them, ESPECIALLY IF they’re the ones being wronged. The way I saw it, we were at the receiving end of a grave misunderstanding, and I felt it was unfair considering how we reached out, how we genuinely cared and how we looked out for each other. The triggering factor was something so petty, and everything in hell broke lose after that. Everyone in my circle was at a loss, confused on what and who to believe, and at the end of the day, we were shaking our heads thinking, “Where have we gone wrong?”
The most important element in friendship, in my opinion, is the trust that you build around one another. If that fragile element breaks and falls apart, it is almost impossible to rebuild. There is something about this incident that scared me so… for someone I had trusted from the first time we met, someone I had wanted to see again, someone I had wanted to spend time with again had, in a way, broken our little glass world. I was left with my jaw hanging, asking, “Why is this happening? What is going on?” over and over again, thinking about this even in the wee hours of the morning.
It’s almost been a year. I know I should’ve forgotten this, and somehow I have. But there are things that remind me — little notes, little comments, little messages — which I often ignore and sometimes acknowledge. The way I move on might be different from the others, but it is the way I know how. I’ve been through this a lot of times before, and there’s only one way I do it. No more, no less.
I am fiercely loyal to my friends, and it takes something really big to make me very vocal about it. If you have friends around you who genuinely care, protect them with all your heart. If you have friends who will fight for you till the end, go to war for them. If you have friends who look after you well, appreciate their presence. If there are little fights, get mad and then forget about it. Don’t say things that you will regret in the end. Don’t lie. Don’t make excuses. If you love your friends with all of yourself, there will be no room for lies, because you know that hurting them will hurt you more.
I hope I am not being too righteous, because I’m not. Honestly, I have said things to my friends that I think of as harsh, but I have let them pass because I also think that my harshness might knock some sense into them. However, I have apologized and made up with them… constantly looking after them like a watchdog… for their well-being. They might not always follow what I say, but I will always be there for them, and they have accepted my words and apologies and thanked me for being what I am to them at those times. A friend or a kontrabida, whatever it is, I served my purpose.
I’ve since started to move on in my own way, but there are times when I wonder, “Why should healing wounds be touched? Why can’t they be left alone?”