Sunday, July 2, 2017

She puts the “sun” on Sunday.

She’s bright and glows in her own way. She has more wisdom in the depths of life than in basic knowledge of using an iPhone. She gives pieces of advice you can’t get from anybody else.

She’s frank and outright honest. She does not sugarcoat things. She doesn’t tell you what you want to hear, rather what you must hear although you don’t listen anyway.

She’s hot-tempered and cranky 90% of the time (10% goes to her indecisiveness). She floods your phone every day with whimpers about how tired is her soul that she already wants to go home next year.

She is like Sunday.

It’s the day of the week that you can either start or end with, but it’s the only day that everyone always awaits. Sundays are for family, loved ones or yourself. Sundays sound more like celebratory than agony. Sundays are for catching up after a week-long of work or school torment.

She’s patient and welcoming. She accepts your stubbornness because she has her own resistance. She’s someone you’ll grow comfortable with—you’ll share things from the least important gossips to the deepest darkest secrets you promise to take to your graves.

She’s the bestest friend you are sure to spend most of your Sundays with to do chill, stupid things together.

Happy silver birthday, C! 🖤

Building true friendship is difficult enough let alone making it last. Cheers to a long, worthy friendship, BFF!

Friday, June 30, 2017

It is rare to find people who will stick with you through ups, downs, lefts or rights. Of all the friends you will have from high school to college, there will only be a few who will be there on the days you still try to figure out life until you live it.

It is extraordinary to meet people who are patient in elaborating legal terms and lend you their codals while they struggle for their own midterms. That’s Abigail—she is always more than willing to share things with you, may it be annulment cases, hilarious memes or foreign television series.

She is benevolent and warmhearted. She is supportive and encouraging. She will answer your call on random moments and talk with you until dawn talking about random things but mostly about your embarrassing moments from high school. She will be proud of your achievements as if they are her own.

She is comical yet fragile. She is gregarious yet delicate. She will laugh her lungs out with you yet will cry her out alone. She will give company when you need it the most yet hanker for some when she needs someone to talk to.

That’s Abigail, Abby, B, Bestfran. Keep sharing kindness, and the world becomes more bearable. Happy (silver) birthday!!! 💜

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

“I was thinking about you, and how everything is so changed and how there’s no time, there’s no more time for us, and for a second—a single second—I wished I could go back to how things were before.”