Donna’s Only Hope

Some of the Thousands of Definitions of Friendship

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When Friends Say Goodbye

Ξ November 18th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Friendship |

I had this housemates who were living with us for about a year and 3 months. When they first arrived in the house I’m staying, I hated them. They were so noisy and they act as if they own the house. My boardmates were also annoyed by the way they’re acting so we sometimes end up talking about them.

Anyway, as time goes by, my sister and I found out that there’s something different about them. They needed help. And so, we got closer to them and we helped them in their emotional and sometimes, financial problems. Between us, a wonderful friendship was made.

Life was going smoothly until one day, we have to be separated. The elder sister had to go to Manila to work and the younger sister had to go back to Mindanao. We hated the idea. We don’t want to be separated from them and they also don’t want to be away from us. We served as their guide and they look up to us as their mentors of life. But there’s nothing left to be done. They have to go away.

My sister and I accepted the truth and embraced the idea that it would be for their best if they can find themselves eventhough we’re far from each other. We know we have planted something in their hearts that would help them. And that is to trust God and make Him part of their plans. Knowing that, we didn’t feel sadness because we know they’ll be OK. And we will also be fine.

The day of their departure drew near. The first one to leave was the younger sister. We said our goodbyes and she cried. The pain of leaving friends behind. I faced her with courage and fought my tears trying to spring out of my eyes. She has been my bestfriend and we shared many nights laughing together, waking up almost everybody and have them yell at us to shut up. I gave her a blouse for a remembrance and i guessed she liked it. I didn’t feel so lonely then. I was OK.

Two days later, the elder sister had to go. We woke up so early in the morning to accompany her to the airport. We said our goodbyes and watch her enter the departure area. Then, we went back to the house. My sister and I were OK then. The moment we reached our boarding house, that’s the time we realized how sad it is when friends left. We feel empty. Loneliness started to hit us.

As I was looking at their empty room and reminiscing all of the happy and sad memories, I realize that going away is painful but being the one left behind hurts more. I didn’t realize I was already crying. I prayed that things are going to be alright.

Now, it’s already 3 weeks since they left. Things are starting to get back to normal and we maintain our communication and closeness. Closeness doesn’t have to be sitting next to each other. It is the feeling that connects you to each other no matter how far they are. We’re still guiding them and they’re still loving us. After all, we live as happy as the way we were living then. And I’m sure it will be happier as time goes by.

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Some Stuffs About Me

Ξ September 6th, 2007 | → 6 Comments | ∇ Friendship, Life, experiences |

This blog is more than 4 months old already but I guess I haven’t really introduced myself to my readers. I wrote the article below in my old blog, which I deleted. Here is my short story.

Some 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 tests 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.

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Highschool or College?

Ξ August 1st, 2007 | → 9 Comments | ∇ Friendship, experiences |

If somebody will ask me to choose between high school and college as the most unforgettable part of a student’s life, I will choose college. Why? Because I’ve done more silly things than I did in highschool.

My highschool life was boring, I never got to learn how to drink, I never cut classes and I was always present even if there’s a signal-number-2-storm coming. While I learned a lot of not-to-do-things-while-studying in college. Even my best buds now are my classmates in college.

I learned to drink alcoholic drinks in college. As a matter of fact, there were times when we attend classes and we’re drunk. We just stare absent-mindedly at the teacher not understanding a word he’s saying. We were clueless to the day’s lessons and worse we’re late and don’t have assignments.

Sometimes we would skip classes and go to the mall, watch a movie or sing in a videoke bar. No wonder we had low grades. But who cares? We passed anyway. Hahahahaha!!

I also went to lots of places when I was in college. My friends and I often went to Guimaras and spend our weekend in the beach. Come Monday and our brains are empty but we’re happy, we had lots of fun!

Some other stuffs I learned in college:
* I learned to climb closed gates when we stayed so late in the internet cafe doing some projects(?)
* I learned to sleep in other people’s boarding house even if I have mine
* I learned that group study is more enjoyable than studying alone because you’ll have people to talk to
* I learned that gossips are more interesting than discussing lessons
* I learned that big screens can hold more attention than blackboards
* I learned to sleep while pretending to be reading
* I learned that reporting is quite easy when you are tipsy

However, I won’t recommend this to students. I’m just thankful that I’ve been through this, that I get to experience how to be hard-headed and different.

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Greatest Fear Unveiled

Ξ June 14th, 2007 | → 4 Comments | ∇ Friendship |

The article below was written by my friend Enrique who, just recently, broke up with his bestfriend for the nth time around.

This realization hit me just recently. Or is it the second time around? We’ll’, it’s just that I made a complete fool out of myself again.
I don’t know what came over me that time but certainly it was not good. Not good at all.
It goes this way…….it was one of the tenderest times of my life. So pure. So poignant. That I had a quarrel with my best friend. If anyone can call it that.

Everyone knows how it feels like to be around your closest friend…after weeks of work and tight schedule….it feels good to be with the company of people who calm you, whose presence relaxes your inner turmoil.

I suddenly grew quiet and unattached in the middle of his bantering. I felt my body shivered. And then I started to turn cold inside. But I couldn’t begin to weaken. Could I? I badly needed to display an expression void of any emotions, emotions that would betray me.

Yet, my hands were shaking. I was losing it, and I didn’t lose it often. I am a strong person, and always have been.

If it’s any consolation, I have resigned myself already to this weakening long ago. That not everyone could have such a disturbing effect on me. Who could make me feel at peace with myself. With whom I wanted to be with most of the time. Corny, but true.

I really felt like a fool.-have hated myself for it. How could I have been so stupid enough to give in to such petty jokes? It isn’t like me to be this out of touch with my instincts. They are always good; I am smart; though I do some silly things at times. And, hell! Had I made a doozy of a mistake for the nth time around!

It’s a shame to have walked out of someone who has made me feel as if I was holding a little bit of heaven in my arms. Now, I’m harboring a taste of hell inside. So much for driving my courage up and higher. Trouble is, pride has let me down, now when I needed it the most to boost up my self-esteem.

So much for not pushing as hard as I could have. Regretfully, it isn’t my style to push. Just as I don’t like being forced or pressured.

Can anyone have any idea how awful this could feel? Oh my! “You can only get hurt by the one you love” really knocked its meaning right in front of my face. I have actually left myself completely open to hurt. I don’t do it often. And definitely not with anyone else.

This appalling emotion dropped me to a total lost again. But, I need to get back my life. Reclaimed myself. To get hurt by my own doing is a complete mess. I started to ask my logical reasoning for how long it would collapse my strength. However, seems like my mind abandoned me this time and asked me to consult what my heart really wanted.

And I hope that even this one comes back my way, especially peace and happiness. I only have little of these two. When it’s true, when it’s right, these can give me the kind of joy that I can’t get from any other experience. Now, this piece of stability is wavering. It’s beginning to shatter.

True, as they say, that real friends are hard to find. And I’m lucky to have one. Lucky, yes. To have found some happiness that I’m missing in this dull of life.

The greatest battle now is to humble my pride and push myself to one of the hardest thing to do. To ask for a reconciliation. This will, definitely, eat up all my courage and strength for sure. My greatest fear of all? Rejection.

I also have a bestfriend but I don’t feel the same attachment to him as this friend of mine does. I know the ending is quite vague but he wants it to hang a little so I didn’t force him to write further. Let’s see how many people can relate to this. Comments anyone?

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I Found Him..

Ξ June 8th, 2007 | → 1 Comments | ∇ Friendship |

This entry is not about finding the right man. Sorry to disappoint those who thought this is about love.

I was surfing friendster yesterday when accidentally, I stumbled upon the profile of a long lost friend. It’s good to see him again, it’s been so long since we stopped communicating to each other.

He’s one of my closest friends and I usually tell him things that I don’t tell my girl friends. I don’t know but I just feel comfortable whenever I’m talking to him. He can follow where my thought leads and he gives good advices. I’m just grateful I found him again. So what I did, i sent him a message and left him my number. And last night we were already texting each other! it’s good to be reunited with a friend!!

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A Letter to a Friend

Ξ May 29th, 2007 | → 1 Comments | ∇ Friendship, Love |

Bestfriend,

I’m no longer mad at you. Don’t bother Hope anymore. I already understand why there is no communication between us for so long.

Several days ago, while I was crying in bed thinking things over, the answer to my questions became clear to me. It was because that’s what I really wanted to do in the first place. Even though I don’t want it anymore, I could not turn back time. I can’t take back what I said and I already made that vow.

I have been so stupid to forget. Now, I finally understand and I’m happy for him. He’s right, he has a beautiful name and I might as well name my first son after him someday. Just as he suggested. “So that when I am gone, you will have a remembrance of me”, he said. Maybe I can move on from here. Thanks for everything. I am so happy to know both of you and to have you as friends. God Bless you and may you be truly happy for the rest of your lives.

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