To Everyone Who Trusts Easily

Friday, April 21, 2017

Dear One,

In the many people you will meet across the street or beside the train seat, know who to trust and when to trust those chosen people. You will be constantly betrayed when and by whom you least expect—may it be a friend or a mentor—but be ready to face yet another battle having a better hold of the people you should choose to trust.

Some may have skin covered with tattoo, some may have glowing and fair complexion. Some may exude creepy vibes, some may bring pleasing aura. Some may look like they are about to steal your latest iPhone, some have their own iPhone paired with Apple watch. Some may sound like they are the most ruthless, some may have the voice of compassion.

But guess the hell what.

It may seem like the former is the one you should trust less, but it is almost always the latter that is going to deceive you. You will believe in that person, that he/she is quite understanding, that he/she is kind-hearted.

Yet one day, you prove that the devil does not come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He may come in high heels and expensive dress. Indeed, what a fool you made of yourself.

But on another day, after having unsound dreams of yourself dying or someone wanting you to be killed, your Plan B works out just fine. You then realize how grateful you are for other people you trust, because if it were not for the cruel ones you trusted, you will never appreciate the good ones as much.

So just trust. It may be broken by some, but trust that there are others who will treasure it for the rest of their lives.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

“I usually become a ghost to those who no longer deserve my time. I’ve never seen a point in explaining my absence to someone who failed to appreciate my presence. You don’t owe explanations to those who hurt you.”

Thursday, March 16, 2017

She is the color in the monochromatic world.

One day, when you are 21, you will have a friend you will hold dearly who will treat you like a sister, and you will do the same.

She will give you her faintest smile on the first day you meet each other. She will start calling you sis even before she even knows your real name. She will immediately say hi when you bump into her when you, yourself, are too shy to even look at her.

One moment, she will find out about your top secret, and you will become closer because she has something on you. That may be why you turned into friends, but that is not the reason you stay to be.

Beneath her cropped tops and short skirts is a kind soul with a big heart.

She is understanding and patient. She will apprehend your stubbornness in you when she tells you to do something, and you do the exact opposite. She will tirelessly listen to your drama reruns or vicious rants of how a creep freaks you out whom you accommodate anyway.

She is supportive and appreciative. She will have your back no matter the circumstance, even when you least expect it and when you do not need it at all. She will send you long messages of how grateful she is you accompanied her to have her laptop keyboard fixed or you came to morally support her reenactment shoot.

She is carefree and witty. She will almost always say yes to your coffee invites, however ngarag she gets. She will unconsciously make faces or throw lines she does not realize are funny.

Sometimes, she will need some time to process a joke everyone has been laughing at. Other times, she will need some space to process an event her heart does not know how to take. Most of the time, though, she will need sleep to refuel the energy she lost by overthinking the future.

One day, you will leave. You try to imagine her singing along with Kiana Ledé or John Mayer. You picture her munching on the chocolates or lemon squares you shared. You fight every urge to buy Potato Corner because you will remember she will always have barbecue.

One day, you will leave. But no matter how much efforts you put into detaching yourself from her, you are aware that you cannot. And you will not, because even when your world is not in black and white, you know that she can paint it better when she is in it.

Happy birthday, Beshie!!! 💃🏻