Tuesday, April 1, 2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIVIAN!!

Vivian and I have been friends for almost 20 years now. We were classmates in first year high school. Being both really shy made us the best of friends. We would hand letters to each other almost everyday, sharing our innocent dreams and childish woes about life that was almost in miserable poverty. We promised each other we would pursue our dreams together, no matter what, to help our parents and siblings. After high school we applied for a scholarship in the same university and made it through after five years. There was a time when she expressed interest in transferring school. I was very devastated. She would meet new friends, follow different set of dreams with new opportunities. I cried for some nights. I couldnt ask her straight if indeed she was leaving our present school. Maybe I was scared of her answer. But one time she mentioned it to me and said she's decided against it, thinking of the new adjustments, the uncertainties, and of course she knew I really wanted us to graduate from the same school.


She was my other half, if you can call it that way. We planned of one day living in a twin house, one next to the other. We grew our hair long, and if one wanted to have a haircut, the other one should have a haircut, too! We shared everything about us, both petty and otherwise. She is one great storyteller, telling me of her earliest memories using her poignant words that always don't fail to amaze me. Her search for peace, happiness, serenity contaminated my soul and I, too, wanted those things.


I could never recall a time when Vivian got mad at me. I guess I can never let her get angry with me, no matter what I will do. For her, everything that I am, everything that I say or do, is just right. I got mad at her a few times, and each time she was afraid of me. She put me on a pedestal, never wanting to see me cry or yes, angry. She thought I was the best person ever alive on earth, she almost considered me a saint. Every time I talked, she listened to me and cupped my every word. Up to this day, she still thinks I am the best. (sure ka vian? hehehe) Every once in a while I wonder how come? I always tell her I got my own darkness, my own mistakes, my own fears. But no, she always finds reasons for these. By herself, she is one amazingly strong woman, never complaining, always achieving. All she wants is to give and give not wanting to get anything in return, most of the time refusing help.


A few years after college she decided to seek opportunity abroad. The night before she left, she spent it with me at home. We rummaged through my boxes of old letters and keepsakes from her. Together we reread, recalled, and laughed and cried. I didn't want it to end. I didn't want to face the next morning and see her go and finally reach for her star. The next morning was one of my most painful mornings, writing about it right now makes me cry. I had to put up a brave face, I didn't want her to see my pain because it woudln't help her. I decided not to see her off at the airport. When she's gone it felt weird, I almost literally looked to see if my fingers were complete, or my ears, or my legs. I knew, anyway, that it was my heart missing a big piece.

On her second day at work in a new country, she called me crying from a phonebooth, wanting so much to come back home. She was finding it hard to bear the pain of loneliness, saying she would rather go home to a simple life but with me around. She called almost everyday for a few weeks. Later on the calls gradually were reduced to letters every once in a while. Yes, finally, she found her ground, not steady yet, but at least she finally found someone to hold on to. She has trayed quite a bit away from me, especially when she got married and had her first child. She would come home every once in a while, but as much as I wanted to reconnect, she just seemed a different person. There was a time when I burned some of her letters to me back in high school. I would cry almost every night, grieving over what I thought was a lost friendship.


But she came home. I no longer hoped for it, but she found me again. Maybe I wasn't really lost in her memory, after all. By the time she had her second child, she opened up to me the pains she kept all those years she stayed away. Yes, indeed, she set me aside, never wanting to upset me by her stories of profound sufferings. When I saw her cry for the first time after many years, it pierced my heart thinking why have I been exculded from those pains. She is a part of me. I will grow old dependent on her existence, on her friendship, on her faith in me and what I could be.


Happy Birthday dear Vivian. Thank you for all that you are to me. Your love and friendship have seen me through, all these years through good times and bad. Our dreams may have taken different routes, but inside me, is still the high-school girl dreaming of a twin-house with her best friend. One day, we will grow old but I guess our hearts will always stay young enough to understand what the stars have to say.

Love, Anne



College campus writers



College graduation




Sleeping over at her house...urgh...the bangs.



Why do we always look ugly in our school days photos?



See how dark we are? We'll that's fresh from cheering competition.



Singles for Christ dedication day


...and fellowship day



Geez, the hats...



Us, today.


NOTE: my blog address is likewaterinwater.blogspot.com I got that from my favorite line in our most favorite novel, Torrents by Anne Marie Desmerest when we were in high school. Yes, I remain the sentimental fool, high school best friend of Vivian, the double sentimental fool.

7 comments:

cathyne said...

happy birthday vivian!!!! wala nag liwat itsura mu vian....omigosh, look at me!!!!!

bebang said...

happy bday vivian! baw daw hisa ko ah.. daw wala ko ya bespren amo na ka dalum sang pag palanggaanay hehe amo na akon bespren si Jesus :)

mira said...

sniff..sniff..sniff.morelike id been watching a boxoffice drama anthology..happy birthday vivian...u n ann are such a treasure!

IA. said...

Wow, your friendship is truly a treasure! Sooo nice to have bestfriends who are always there and whom you know will always be there 'no? Life may separate us from friends once in a while, but if you're really friends for life, you're always in each others' hearts no matter where life takes you! Thank God for beautiful friendships! Happy birthday to Vivian!

Iamquietheart said...

huhuhu. supeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer touched ko sini. anne, i know you really spared some of your precious time just to make this one. what a really really nice gift. thank you so much.

anne, i could never forget that moment when we said goodbye to each other. it was like a nightmare for me. maybe it was becuase of that pain why i got married to george so early.

i got busy when i got married, specially when gel came around. but deep in my mind, i know i will really miss that time with you.

until you got married too. and when gab came, you got more busy than ever.

well tha's life. i believe our route will meet again soon and we will have the journey of our life tugider.hehe.

oh, the pictures, those were the days. hahaha.

cat, thank you. how i wish ara ko da subong to celebrate my birthday. sige lang. maybe next time.

salamat gen. si anne ya is one of a kind gid ni nga tawo. siguro timing lang gid ya nga pareho kami ni anne mga wants and ways in life. like when we're talking, wala pa ko kahambal kabalo na na sya kon ano ihambal ko. things like that. amo na nga nag bespren kami. hehehe.

mirs, thank you. permi ko bala ga visit sa blog mo. galing kay i can't comment kay only mira's invited friends lang ang maka comment. ti tan-aw tan-aw lang ko mga picture sang kids mo eh when they helped dad wash the car. hehe cute no. mga precious moments.

ia, salamat gid. i visited your blog after you made a comment sa blog ko. but i could not post my comment. try ko bi liwat.

anne, thanks gid ha.

My name is Anne said...

hehehe nalipay ko nga nalipay ang birtdi girl.

mama_aly said...

awwwww.

frienships as such have no beginnings and ends.