A bitter sweet thing called friendship

Sometimes the past comes back with a vengance to bite you in the you-know-where. Im 27 years old and its indeed been a decade since I was a gawky, akward, all-knowing teenager, roaming fearlessly around the streets with my friends. What friendships we had around that time. We thought we were invincible and everything we did showcased that... Be it taunting the tution teacher to defiantly walking out of the class just to show that we dont need no education! I experimented with my first lipstick around the same time, bleached my hair to a ghastly bright yellow, wore what I thought were fashionable rags, only now to realize that they were not really fashionable but merely rags and now that I think about it, makes me want to crawl under a rock everytime I meet old acquaintances.

Fast forward to the present. I met up with my best bud this week who had come home for the holidays. Two of us went for a long drive up the hills, singing old Manila Sotang songs. When we reached our destination, the cold winds were raising a havoc already and we took a lotta pics with our hair flying awry and all. The day got over in a few minutes and it was already time to go back home. How I wished that time would never pass...

These days, when I talk to my old friends about days gone by, I'm filled with a strange sense of bittersweet emotions...maybe its the feeling that those good old days are gone and wont come back, maybe its the incredible sense of If Only I could have those moments once again. Reliving all those memories is a painful tug of the heart, a stab of missing the golden years.

But then again, something tells me that we just think and long for something cause its already gone by. What we dont realize is that even the present going on right now will be a past some day and I'd better live it up and make it as memorable as possible! Thats when a light goes on in my head and I start feeling better about everything and concentrate on living a better life, even if its just for the sake of having better memories, who knows?

Then slowly the bittersweet emotions subside and there emerges a new never-say-die attitude that tells me to live like there's no tomorrow....and thats what I hope to do.

P.S. Shaliya, my love....a thousand thanks for inducting me into this blog thing. Cant tell you how stress-busting this is turning out to be!