Story of a lame frog: char!

It all started with the frog's dream...

The frog needs someone to talk to, someone who's willing to listen, someone who can be call "a good friend"

So the frog left the swamp and search for his dream...

One day, the frog went to visit a place where everybody seems so busy, everything seems like a fallacy. Where in broken dreams are bound to happen.

At first, the frog felt so indifferent and exhausted - since everybody wouldn’t want to be friend him.

The frog said to himself "I wanted all these... these were the things i only dreamt about but seems like there's an empty space I want to fill"

The frog left the place and proceeded to another place where they call "a place to follow"

He was so curious about it, and then he entered the gates...

The frog said "this is what i need; maybe this could fill the emptiness i felt before"

The fog was so happy knowing he could do everything. Every time he wakes up, he started it with a smile and ends his day feeling full field. He did the most out of everything...

But then again, he started to question...

"Is this what i really wanted?"

He then left the place and preceded to five other places... still he asks the same thing...

Then the frog decided to go back home where he was born "the swamp"

Every morning - the frog starts his day with regrets and disappointment. Not realizing everything he wants in life was there in the swamp.

One day he woke up and welcomes his day with a smile.

He then said: "i never felt so complete like this; I never realize things would go like this..."

Realizing things that what he wanted was only physical and superficial.

He faces the mirror and accepted the fact that his bald but with a good heart..."

Superficial happiness is lame. It’s all about accepting everything and it will reveal the real happiness you always wanted.

touch of silliman in my life... :)

Days seem so fast, hours run like minutes and minutes run like seconds. Reminiscing the happy times make me cry, while the bad times brings me life, those experiences helped me learn my lessons. My friends were there – being my eyes and my shoulder, they hug me when I cry, buy me ice cream to take my anger away, and do funny things just to help me laugh.

I had a dream… a dream of having friends that will always be there, true friends whom I can trust, people whom I can cherish and who treat me as a sister, the one who can tell me straight to my face that I’m wrong. The one who can say “your dress is awful… find another one,” the who knows how to listen and wont leave me when I’m at my worst.

Fifteen years ago, I met a friend. He was nice, sweet, accommodating, and thoughtful. He treated me as a sister, and played with me every time our classes ended. One day, he started telling me that a lot of differences may come along the way. We didn’t see each other again for eight long years, and when we did, I never expected the guy who had once been my best friend would be one of those guys who would turn out to be a major disappointment.

Seven years ago, I met and lost another friend. Nina. She was so nice and bubbly, no dull moments with her. This time, I lost another best friend because she passed away. People told me that I should accept our destiny but those memories we shared will be kept. Losing someone you have learned to love is like a needle pricking your heart. Every time I sleep, the memories we shared keep coming back, and her spirit is like telling us she’s ok.

I saw her once, smiling- seems like she’s telling me that she’s fine and we, her friends don’t have to worry. I thought of it as a sign that comforts me then on. I don’t really know if that was just a dream or a reality… I don’t care; all I know is that she’s happy. Sometimes seeing things scares me, but that time it was comforting.

I can still remember the time when we were sharing ideas for our future, each of us was telling how great it would be; except her, she then said “ I don’t know if that time can wait and reach me,” it seemed like a riddle, telling us something, but we ignored it and considered it as a joke.

Then we reached the stage of being independent, the life wherein we ourselves can decide for our own and budget our allowance the whole month. We separated ways, some stayed there in our hometown, and some of us are oceans away. All those years, I was longing for their company. Every time I went home to our place, I always called my high school barkada first.

Three years ago was one of the most horrific days of my life, many things happened but still she was there. I then got an animated e-mail from her saying “different worlds may separate us, but I’m here, your friend, I’ll miss you.” A week after she was admitted at the hospital because her illness got complicated. Three weeks later, I was also admitted at the hospital. Then I texted her asking if she’s ok. Her mom was the one who replied telling me that she’s in a critical condition and was in a coma. I kept on praying but the following day seemed so black. Her mom texted me “wala na si nina nasa heaven na siya”; my world blacked out. It was then so unfair that I could not even see her again knowing that I could not even attend her funeral. Her dad sent me her pictures and the pictures during the funeral, seeing them slowly crushed my heart, tears were like a river flowing and bumping through the stones of reality.

Then on, I gathered the remaining strength in me, hoping something nice would happen. Hoping for the dreams to be complete, but then again it would never be as what we wanted them to be, so different and broken.

After that tragedy, I was so pleased of having a second family here. They were the ones who comforted me when Nina left. They were there guiding me, leading my way, those four guys were the treasures I had here in the campus, some may say they were notorious, others may say they were useless but they are not. I considered them as treasures- one of the great walls in my heart. Despite our ups and downs, still they are strong. Drinking with them is so fun, sharing problems with them was a release. But mistakes happen and I disappointed them – Mistakes that changed things and suddenly we drifted apart. I miss them, every single part of them, especially, the warmth of their company.

Then I met these gems that I have now- the “brilliant bums.” I never expected they too could be an important part of me. Hanging out in STED’s was great. I met bunch of friends- real friends, and with them happy is the word. I’m not saying that our barkada haven’t encountered problems- yes we do but it didn’t ruin the essence of friendship- it made us stronger and not complicated. With all those “sukarap” moments we had together and apart, still we manage and secure things. Having them was like a paramount, sharing all the burdens we had was amazing, and being part of the group made me feel like I belong to a big happy family.

Now that my barkada are all graduates from an institution that taught us a lot – although I regretted some of my decisions – I still manage to stick with my sanity. Reflecting on things made me stronger and made my life easy to deal with.

To all Brilliant Bumz – I promise, I’ll always be here for you – although miles and oceans separated us – the friendship that binds us before, will always stay as is, till the my journey of life reaches the end.

Bea became one of my closest friends – not just a friend but also a sister – she taught me a lot especially in decision making. Through thick and thin were together, almost everyday my day is not that complete without her – it may sound so gay but that’s the way it is – life is crazy in a way. I never thought she would become part of my life.

“To Bea – I’m so happy having a friend like you… I’ll always be here no matter what.”

The thought of having a friend is not just to pick somebody and force that person to do the things you wanted him/her to do or vise versa. It can be that by coincidence either of you agree on certain things or that both sides are happy and comfortable despite all of the differences you have.

We often take them for granted and as I see it; my friends are one of the greatest treasures that I can have in this life- no jewelries nor new trends could replace them. It’s hard to loose a friend- treasure every moment, even those that bring you down because you can learn a lot from them.

I know… because I learned a lot.