To You, from me

To Fiona:

I just read the latest blog entries of my dear friend Fiona and I want her to know that I hear her. And that I can see her. I miss her very much and I want her to know that I will always think of her when I'm out with my school mates, when I'm home alone, when I forget how to turn on the gas to make maggie noodles, when I meet new people and when I am simply on a long ride to anywhere and everywhere. I want her to know that I can feel her presence... it seems that we were never apart to begin with. Although she cannot see the great impact she has on the people who knows her and/or the people who will eventually meet her in the later part of her most treasured life. She will empathize with you, stay with you, listen to you, care for you and she will even bleed for you. Her hands are her heart and soul; they are her prized instruments. Her heart is filled with sorrow and wisdom enough to create a whole new place where your unrequited love is returned, where your heart will find peace, where your body is rested and where your imagined dreams liberate the field. A place where her words become alive. She is one who will not think much of herself... but that makes her person more deep and passionate than anyone else who thinks otherwise. I love her for what she is worth, for she is worth every dime you have, every grace you willingly give and every noble cause you partake in. Her heart can only see so much... so much that there are no limits to her kindness.

To Jasmin:

Thank you for talking me over the phone when I was in starbucks sipping my caramel freppe with all those who are 'well-off' next to me. Please understand that I want you to be there when I'm at my happiest - when i'm with you, Fio and my family my kazuku... my beautiful bunch of screw-ups and hot shot's... you are the real deal. real people of this world. I am afraid to say goodbye to you when I see you in church, in school and when I'm out with you. Confiding in you has been soo enduring for you are one heck of a listener. It's obvious that you love us. Know that I can never get an equation right if you're not around. Know that I will miss you everytime I see a girl who resembles you - your long dark hair and slim limbs... I know for sure that you will always look like a million dollars and that they can never be you. Out of all of us... you have it best. You will be fortunate for life cuz' I will fight for you, your sanctuary and your joy. Thank goodness that I see you once a week or I will probably lose my sanity. You are meant for great things and you have a great prospect. Great is too mild a word... but if I can describe you with one word I'd use: Blessed. I'm glad that you have the strength to take us all as your close loved babies... because we need a person who is calm and concerned... in contrast to the likes of us - fragile pieces. You are capable, trustworthy, reliable and a wonderful friend. You can do whatever you set your mind to and nobody has a doubt 'bout that.