It feels weird to have friends all over the place. Literally. I have friends from different countries that I don’t get to see much. Although it is such a blessing to be able to have as much friends, it sucks that I don’t get to see them and bond with them as much as I want to. I always have that longing feeling hanging over my heart that sometimes overwhelms me. It’s weird that I feel home sick at times when I’m already at the place I should be considering home. Then I ask myself, do I attach myself so much so that it makes it hard for me to let go? Or is it just denial of the fact that probably I won’t be seeing them anymore?

Normal. #friends  (Taken with instagram)

Normal. #friends (Taken with instagram)

I have such nice #friends! 😌 (Taken with instagram)

I have such nice #friends! 😌 (Taken with instagram)

On March 30, 2012, I received two things. There was no occasion or whatsoever on that day but for some reason, I felt like it was my birthday. I don’t know why. It was one of those feelings when you get something during your birthday or Christmas that you really like and your face lights up because you’re so happy.

As soon as I woke up on March 30, 2012 at 7:30 am to get ready for school, my phone buzzed indicating a message/tweet/e-mail. It was a tweet from my best friend back in the Philippines. 

It made me smile the entire morning. It was one of those smiles that doesn’t leave even if you try to. :)

Since I was having a great morning, I didn’t really expect it to be any better. Apparently, I was wrong. During my math class (first block class) at around 9:40 am, I received another notification that I was tagged on a photo of one of my friends. I checked it out and found this.

I am lucky to be able to call these people my friends. Even if we haven’t seen each other since 2009 and although staying connected is really hard, I was really touched by the gesture. I was very happy to know that the friendship we created was not forgotten at all. That somehow, they appreciated, remembered and loved everything we did together during our early years in highschool. 

Emotions struck me hard that I got teary eyed that day. It’s truly heart-warming to know that after all these years, they treasured our friendship and everything we’d been through. 

It was flattering and overwhelming.

These people are one of the reasons why I wanted to come back to the Philippines and visit even just for a little while.

(Source: powlahbowlah)

This girl is way too sweet! #friends (Taken with instagram)

This girl is way too sweet! #friends (Taken with instagram)

// out of nowhere//

Myself. Taken by my bro.

My sister. Taken by my bro

my good friend. Taken by my bro.

Photos are all mediocre and the subjects as well but it’s always nice to do something creative and fun with my favourite people. <3

// Oh highschool…//

It pisses me off that someone would always ruin my happy little bubble with just a short nonchalant comment with a definite intention of gaining some desperate attention.

How could someone be so insensitive and repetitively forces herself towards situations that clearly refuse her company? The more she forces herself to become my friend, the more I push her away. All I’m saying is, friendship should come naturally.

I am seriously getting fed up. I don’t want to reach the point in which confrontation is needed. It may make me sound like a coward and a real bitch but I honestly can’t handle situations like this.

How could you tell someone that the friendly relationship present before does not apply now?

// My friend told me this once…//

“My heart doesn’t only ache for you, it breaks for you.”

I’ve known this particular friend of mine for a really long time. Although we don’t talk to each other everyday, I still feel that we’re okay. That our friendship is still there. distance sucks like shit.

When she heard that I was leaving Philippines for Canada, she wrote me a notebook-long (literally) letter exactly 14 hours later. She wrote me letters of different memories we had together. Letters with words we don’t usually say personally to each other. The letter exhibits her personality clearly. It was very colourful and filled with the most random stuff ever. It reminded me of how perky and fun she was.

At the latter part of the notebook was filled with pictures of us together. Photos that speaks louder than words. Moments I will never forget. Memories I will treasure forever.

At the last page of the notebook-long letter she wrote these words:

“ALWAYS REMEMBER… no goodbyes, baby, just see you laters.”

I flipped the page and saw pictures of us together with a caption saying.

“and here comes the rest of our lives…”

so here’s what I tell you, GET OUT THERE. Meet a lot of people! You’ll be surprised at how different people are. You may meet bastards, assholes and retards but it’s all worth it. Get out there and make some friends because it is all worth it. One day, you’ll meet someone that will be friends with you for a lifetime.

PAULA ROLDAN.
18 years old. Toronto. Still finding my niche.