To JOY

In Memory of...
Joy Angelica Crisostomo Pongco
25 March 1982 – 29 July 2005

It’s still clear in my mind. Saturday morning. 30th of July 2005. I was inside the car. I just dropped off my brother & mom at my bro’s school & was waiting for my mom to come back when I remembered that someone texted me while I was driving. So I got my phone & read the message. It was from my friend Aya. It read: “Dear friend, Joy Pongco died yesterday at 3PM. Her remains lie at Magallanes. We will all be with her.” First thing that came to mind was, “What? Is this a joke?” Instinct told me to call up Aya, not really knowing what to say. Should I scold her for sending such a prank? Or...could it be true? I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t even want to entertain the idea. This could not be true. Then came Aya’s voice on the other end of the line. I asked her, “Joke ba ‘to?” Then she replied, “Candy, mag-jojoke ba ko ng ganyan?” So then it was true. But how come? Why? What happened next is all a blur to me now. I remember asking what happened, where Joy is at the moment, all sorts of stuff that will validate whether this is true or not. Then I cried. I didn’t know what else to do. And then, in that moment, despite it being a sunny morning, it felt like darkness came & prevailed over what was left of my thoughts & feelings.

It actually hasn’t sunk in yet, even though I’ve already seen her, all peaceful & serene. I can’t even describe what I’m feeling right now. I feel sad in general. But mixed emotions overcome me every now & then. I feel guilty because the last time I saw her was September of last year during my advance birthday celebration. Come to think of it, that was the last time our barkada was complete. Who knew back then that the next time I will see Joy, she’ll be in a coffin, lifeless & still. I feel guilty because I was in Baguio when the whole barkada watched live the Bb. Pilipinas pageant 2005 to root for Arfie who was competing that night. Had I been in Manila, I would’ve been able to see Joy for the last time since she wasn’t able to come to the succeeding barkada gimmicks that we had. I feel guilty because I could’ve done a lot of things to let her know that I miss her & to let her know that I’m still here. I could’ve called her up to ask what’s up...I could’ve texted her “musta” on one of those times when she sent me quotes via SMS...I could’ve emailed her letters or sent her a message via YM...I could’ve done a lot of things to keep in touch but I didn’t. So now, all that’s left are regrets & this painful feeling knowing that I’ll never hear her laugh...I’ll never see her smile...I’ll never hear her voice...and I’ll never feel her touch & squeeze her in a really tight bear-hug ever again.

It’s weird but I sometimes find myself scolding Joy for leaving us too soon. I’d tell her (in my mind) that we still have Macel’s wedding to attend to next year. Why didn’t she even wait for that? Aside from that, we still had a lot of plans as a barkada. We still have plans of going abroad as a barkada & going on a vacation as a group, probably in Boracay. Why didn’t you wait for that to happen, Joy? Kainis ka naman eh, iniwan mo kami...Iniwan mo kami when you know that you still have so much in store for you. You’re still supposed to get married, have kids...we were also gonna start our own business, diba? Ikaw yung accountant then the rest of us have our own roles in the company. With your passing, napapapisip tuloy ako...siguro hindi kikita ‘tong company natin kaya you decided to leave para di na matuloy at di na tayo malugi. Hehehe...Kidding aside, I don’t want to dwell on things not done and things that we failed to do. I’d rather remember the moments we got to share together...the break times we shared at the lunch counters in St. Scho...the bonding sessions at Maris’ house...the sleepover (where we didn’t get any sleep) at Intercon on Macel’s birthday...the kwentuhan at Manila Hotel after Mian’s debut...the “videoke challenge” at my house last year on my birthday celebration...I’d rather think of all these memories than wonder about the “what-could’ve-been’s” and “what-might’ve-been’s” if only you were able to be with us longer. I’m quite sure that’s what you would want us to do.

Hay naku, Joy...there are a lot of things I want to say to you, I don’t even know where to start. I want to say sorry...I want to say thank you...I want to say I love you...I want to say I miss you...I want to say a lot of things that I don’t even know how to put into writing. But even though I can’t sort all these thoughts out at the moment, I know that you know what I mean...and you know what I feel...and that somehow, I know I’m able to get these thoughts across to you no matter how jumbled-up they may seem.

I don’t know how long it will take for all these to sink in...I don’t know when I’ll be able to accept the fact that you’re no longer with us physically...But despite all these, I know that I am consoled by the fact that you didn’t suffer much. That you opted to leave silently and at peace. Your passing has taught me to cherish life even more...to cherish my family and friends even more...and to keep in touch.

Joy, wherever you are, may your inherent goodness and sunny disposition be always with us as we face the world without you by our side. To Joy’s family, thank you for the gift that is Joy. To everyone whose lives were touched by Joy, remember this: we didn’t actually lose a loved one...we gained an angel. I love you Joy! I miss you! Til our paths cross again...*MUAH!*

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I just want to share this SMS sent to me by Joy last April. I found it very touching at the time that’s why I never erased it from my phone. But its meaning is deeper now, more than ever. Here it goes...”I can never change the direction of the wind...but I can always adjust my sails just to reach you...hope we’ll stay in touch for the rest of our lives & remain forever friends.” Joy, I promise to keep in touch although you’re not here with us anymore because I believe that the bond of friendship endures through everything, even through the realm of mortality. I love you gurl...I miss you! BWP4ever...

Random Thoughts 2

Just sharing my thoughts...

I'm not pro-GMA...but i'm left with no choice. Surely, I don't want Susan Roces, Noli or Erap (or anyone related to him for that matter) running our country. So i'd rather choose the lesser evil & stick with GMA.

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When i first saw the trailer for Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory, i thought it was a horror movie. I still do...

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Confessions of an O.C.

Wow, this really sucks, man... You think being O.C. is fun? It's not. It makes you do things that you're really not required to do but you do it anyway coz you want to (and for us OCs, because we have to)...and if you don't do it, you'll keep on thinking about it and your mind does all these crazy things to you until you have no choice but to do it coz if you don't, your sanity's at stake, and you wouldn't want to gamble with that, would you? I can't remember how many times I’ve had to go back to my car (even if I’ve already walked a considerable distance from it) just to check if I’ve already locked the doors (even though at the back of my mind I know I did). This happened countless of times at the Sports Complex where I’d park my car & head for the elevator, and just when it's about to arrive, I get this sudden urge to head back to my car to check if I did lock it. Grrr...and it gets worse. At times there's only one elevator working & it takes forever for it to arrive & just when it does, my mind plays tricks on me & even if I try to control it, it almost always wins & the next thing I know is I’m heading back to my car just to check if it's locked then wait forever for the elevator to arrive...AGAIN!

Grrr...it really sucks man! Well, it doesn't end there. Whenever I’m inside the car (especially when I’m the one driving), I always check if I’ve already locked the doors by constantly checking (with my hands) if the lock is protruding (means it’s unlocked) or not. This happens infinite times whenever I’m driving, regardless if I’m driving to Laguna or to a neighbor’s house, count on me to check for the nth time if I’ve already locked the doors or not (although usually, after the first time that I’ve checked, I know that I’ve already locked the doors but I’ll check it again & again anyway even if in the back of my mind I know it’s locked, and it would only take spiritual intervention of sorts for it to unlock itself without me noticing). *SIGH!* The joys of OC living…it will actually drive you nuts! Don’t mention the numerous “To Do” lists that I’ve done with matching checkboxes for marking (anyone who’s watched the movie “All My Life” knows what I’m talking about…remember Kristine Hermosa’s character? I’m not that “OC-OC” but the scene where she was writing her “To Do” list really made me laugh…and then realize that…OH MY GOD! That’s me…L) Or the countless times in a day I’ve fixed the throw pillows on our couch just because the Chinese character prints on it are not “right-side” up (those who have been frequent visitors at our house probably know what i mean...). Or the numerous revisions I made to our thesis documentation just because of a simple wrong indentation; or just to check if all the fonts we used are the same; or if the format for font size was followed; or if the page numbers are correct & are in the right place or… (ok, I’ll end it here or else I’m gonna be ranting for eternity).

*SIGH!* The life of an OC…you really wouldn’t know what to do but accept it (or, if it’s too much to handle like Jack Nicholson’s character in “As Good As It Gets,” go to counseling). I just wish I wouldn’t end up like Bree Van de Kamp or else I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. But for now, I’m just gonna have to continue doing my “To Do” lists…continue fixing the throw pillows in the couch…continue on checking the doors of my car if it’s locked…continue editing & re-editing my Word documents…and all other stuffs that really don’t need meddling into but I meddle into it anyway JUST BECAUSE. Hopefully, I’ll get over this. If not, hopefully, it doesn’t get worse.

Well, we’ve come to the end of my blog. Now, allow me to bask in the glory of making a checkmark in my “To Do” list: FRIENDSTER BLOG FOR JULY 2005 à CHECKED! ü