Two Million Thoughts

If you expect to read something mushy, something about loving and getting head-over-heels, then, you got the wrong page. This is not about love nor is this about feeling some "chemistry" with someone. Neither is this a pre-Valentine treat to anyone. Sorry, peeps, but I am in no mood for that lovey dovey brouhaha just yet.

I am writing this article for those who have been good to me for the past years–those people patient enough to understand me in all my baffling extremities, from those I-think-I-am-the-luckiest-girl-on-earth/I-could-dance-like-no-one’s-watching moments or those I-think-everybody-hates-me/The-world-just-dropped-me instances. I want the whole world to know those people who stood by me, fought with me, laughed with me, cried with me, loved me, plotted revenge with me, and those who accompanied me through thick and thin, sunshine or rain, reggae nights or karaoke sing-all-you-can, window shopping or impulse buying. 

I suddenly had this urge to write something entitled "A Happy Heart" but I had no idea what it would be about then. And suddenly, out of nowhere, I just remembered the people that kept me going despite life’s uncertainties and complexities. I know I have been complaining a lot about the unfairness of life and its never-ending punches constantly hurled against me, but to say so without ever mentioning life’s goodness is in itself an unfairness.

So here’s my loudest and sincerest "Thank you so much!" to all of you out there: to those who were always ready to pick me up in my old boarding house to take me to Hayahay on Wednesday nights; to those who willingly gave up their time with their special someone just to share a lunch with me and let me ventilate all my rants and raves; to those who graciously accommodated me in their rooms after I failed to be home before curfew time; to those who bought me all my cravings just soo they could see me smile; to those who gave rational advices; to those who agreed with me no matter how irrational I was at those times; to the one who who waited until my Law classes just so I could talk about killing myself when people started pressuring me into joining a pageant; to those who brought me meds when I was sick or simply cut classes just so I would not feel too bad having missed a class; to my best and superclose friends who never tire to do anything under the sun with me; to those who let me cry in their shoulders; to those who encouraged and supported me to go on a diet without any judgment; to the one who shared her family to me; to those who shared their television sets or VCD/DVDs; to those who treated me out; to those who were patient enough to listen to my queer ideas; to those who shared their ideas with me, too; to those who texted/emailed or posted a comment in my blog to tell me they enjoy reading my entries, despite the fact that I sometimes forget the rules of grammar; to those who encouraged me to write and write more; to those who opposed my ideas and showed me a different perspective; to those who trusted my skills; to those who recognized my raw talent in whatever they think I had a talent on; to those who simply understood the uniqueness of my personality without any grudges or complaints… You, guys and gals, gals at heart and guys at heart, know who you are.

No words can ever say how much I appreciate your kind words and understanding deeds. No feelings can quantify my gratitude to God for making you all a part of my life and me a part of yours too. I don’t want to sound mushy or corny, but hey, without you, guys, gals, gals at heart, and guys at heart, I would not have gone this far.

I look forward to more years of friendship and I hope I would meet more people like you. 

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