When I was a freshman in college, I belonged to a group of 5 barkadas... Me, Gigi, Matet, Chummy and Tisha Faye. We were all beautiful, bwahahaha... seriously, we were all beautiful and talented... Music, fashion, sports, food, etc... those were the group's interests. We usually hang out at Cora Chum's house, and we eat, sleep, talk, dance and be simply crazy-- the fun way. Among the 4, Tisha was the closest to me. She would confide so much about her life and aspirations and there were those times that we end up crying and laughing over the mundane and the funny things about ourselves. We were crazy, hahaha... When I realized that Psychology was my passion and not PT, I left the school and transferred to XU. My world changed and so did the barkada's. We saw each other from time to time, until we got so tied up with our own busy worlds...
One day, a classmate, Madelaine Tiro, who was working at Dunkin Donuts at that time, told me that Tisha died. I thought she was joking but eventually I realized she was not. She gave me directions and the schedule of Tisha's interment and everything else... So the next day, after my final exam, I went straight to Bukidnon. Unfortunately, I was not able to see anything. Not a trace... When I got down bus, Matet met me and she said it was done. Everybody went home already... So I asked her why no one informed me. And she said she did not know that I did not know... I went straight to Ella's and asked her to accompany me to the cemetery... And there before me was a wreath that had a ribbon that said "Condolence to the family of the late Tisha Faye Permalan"... and that's the only time I felt I have lost my friend... who I have not seen for such a very long time.
My mind was full of questions at that time. Questions that even until today are not answered. Tish was my backbone. The anchor when I felt my world shake, my avid fan when I joined singing competitions, and my pseudo-mother, when I feel my mom and I are not okay... I always cry my heart out when I feel down and she always finds ways to comfort me...I saw her as someone stronger, yet, how come she committed suicide? There were so many times I thought she was okay, but then again, she was not... I miss her terribly. But my heart knows that somehow, someday, we will meet again... and we'll have pizza and root beer...
Dearest, Happy birthday. I always remember your smile.. and your laughter... and your twinkling eyes... Haay naku Twinkle (her nickname is Twinkle), not having seen the last days of your life keeps my memory of you fresh as the day you first introduced yourself in class, with all the smiles, and when you sat down, you asked me for my name... and then we became friends and talking and laughing buddies... Do you know that Mr. Sumalpong is now a lawyer? Ahahaha... I know that you know that by now... You are a great lady, do you know that? I love you, wherever you are, and I will forever cherish our friendship...
One day, a classmate, Madelaine Tiro, who was working at Dunkin Donuts at that time, told me that Tisha died. I thought she was joking but eventually I realized she was not. She gave me directions and the schedule of Tisha's interment and everything else... So the next day, after my final exam, I went straight to Bukidnon. Unfortunately, I was not able to see anything. Not a trace... When I got down bus, Matet met me and she said it was done. Everybody went home already... So I asked her why no one informed me. And she said she did not know that I did not know... I went straight to Ella's and asked her to accompany me to the cemetery... And there before me was a wreath that had a ribbon that said "Condolence to the family of the late Tisha Faye Permalan"... and that's the only time I felt I have lost my friend... who I have not seen for such a very long time.
My mind was full of questions at that time. Questions that even until today are not answered. Tish was my backbone. The anchor when I felt my world shake, my avid fan when I joined singing competitions, and my pseudo-mother, when I feel my mom and I are not okay... I always cry my heart out when I feel down and she always finds ways to comfort me...I saw her as someone stronger, yet, how come she committed suicide? There were so many times I thought she was okay, but then again, she was not... I miss her terribly. But my heart knows that somehow, someday, we will meet again... and we'll have pizza and root beer...
Dearest, Happy birthday. I always remember your smile.. and your laughter... and your twinkling eyes... Haay naku Twinkle (her nickname is Twinkle), not having seen the last days of your life keeps my memory of you fresh as the day you first introduced yourself in class, with all the smiles, and when you sat down, you asked me for my name... and then we became friends and talking and laughing buddies... Do you know that Mr. Sumalpong is now a lawyer? Ahahaha... I know that you know that by now... You are a great lady, do you know that? I love you, wherever you are, and I will forever cherish our friendship...
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