In Continuum.

Love In Ink and On Paper

At 3am yesterday night I decided to start clearing my room again, but this time not exactly out of frustration or any emotional distress, but rather because of the simple reason that I really want to clear my room. I understand that it was an odd time for me to do such a thing, but at least I gained something out of the process of doing so.

Probably a little more than two years ago, there was a major spring-cleaning in my room and a lot of stuff were either cleared or placed in boxes, long forgotten and left to gather dust. Along with those, a lot of cards that my friends sent me on various occasions, or little gifts and presents that they gave me that I almost forgot. For some reason, when I first receive those gifts I have very little mind of keeping them, but as I grow older there is a sudden urge to salvage whatever that is left of those old presents and gifts, especially the ones that came from the friends I made in JC. Because that is the only reason why that period of time in my life was worth remembering at all, really.

Somehow, those precious little bits of memories were dumped into a box and stuffed into the corner of my room, and of course that box was left there and forgotten by myself. All the beautiful memories worth salvaging were left there, under the paper cover and under tonnes of other unwanted trash. But yesterday night's effort to rescue those items was fruitful, as I flipped through the old notes and letters and smiled myself silly in the middle of the night. There was even one which I never opened before, which I must say that I feel rather guilty right now.

So they are now proudly presented on my cupboard shelf unlike before. A little space in my room that screams of the love of the past, the appreciation and love that I received from the friends I made along my life, and that brought back great memories I spent with each and every one of those people that made my life bearable in a way. You see, JC wasn't the happiest period of my life simply because of the amount of stress people imposted on me and most of all, myself. The sense of stupidity overwhelmed me, and more often than now I return home at the end of the day totally lost, totally clueless as to what the hell happened for the day. Those days dragged on throughout my two years' stay, and the only consolation for me every day are the friends that I will meet in school, during and after school during guitar practices. Those were the days I felt most at myself, most normal, or even exceptional and special.

For those who say that Valentine's Day are only for the couples and the lovers, I say fuck you. Sure enough, I might be happily attached right now, but that doesn't mean that I cannot tell my friends just how much I appreciate their mere presence, especially after yesterday night's episode, I truly realized just how much these people have meant to me as a person, how much they weigh in my life. The magnitude of their company can never be measured by amount of gratitude I have for them, for it is so great beyond words, or the words I am capable of comprehending. I say this day is for one to show love to their loved ones, partner or not. Sure, you can spend the whole day with your special somebody, walking in parks and down the seaside. But at the end of the day, thank your friends, thank your close friends, thank them for everything that they have been for you in the past year, or years when you never thanked them or loved them enough.

So here I am on this beautiful Thursday morning, a day after Valentine's Day, to thank all my friends for being who they have been, the room that they have in my heart and mind. I have been thinking just yesterday, just how my closer friends have all defined the word "friend" for me, and how it was merely a word I used on people who talked and laughed with me back then. But a true friend really sticks with you, they stay with you through every possible obstacles in life and define the true definition of that word to me. Of course, there are too many names to mention, too many people that I might possibly leave out. You guys should know who you are, you guys should already know the importance of you being you in me. But here I am again, to thank you for being yourself, no matter if you are attached this Valentine's Day or not, if nobody else in this world does, remember that once on this blog entry somebody wrote, he proclaimed to the world these three words,"I love you" .

Click to enlarge (Those not indicated were bought by myself).