Friend

Fred has and always been my closest friend especially on those times that I was alone. You see, living a life without anyone to talk or converse to for almost a month is unnerving. I’m loud. I’m a conversationalist. I’m a clown. It would be a culture shock for me not to be engaged in any small talks. May it be just goof around talk or a closed-door meeting; I have to be the one speaking. I have to communicate. I must.

So being away from my family and my lady for a month was really sad. I wake up each day with no one to greet a good morning or good evening to. I eat alone and have no one to talk about what happened yesterday and no one to discuss with about my plans for tomorrow. I was almost on the verge of going somewhere; maybe meet a stranger or two, just to know I’m not alone.

But I wasn’t alone all along.

During the times I felt alone, Fred’s there looking at me and asking me to pick him up and play him. I was alive again. I was able to fight off boredom and sadness with him by my side. I even started filming myself with him. The feeling was surreal. I’m so glad I have him. The confidence in me got back whenever he is with me. I wish he will last ‘til I’m old enough and can still carry a guitar.

Yes a folk, Fred’s a guitar.

Meet “Fred,” my new found friend. I called it as such because it was given as a gift by my good friend, Alfred Sajot III – thus the name. I also find the name cute, so the name stuck.

At least once in our lives, we will feel alone in this world. That even though we see a lot of people, it will still feel like you’re on your own. One needs a friend to be relevant again. Fred made the musician-wannabe in me, alive again.

Fred, I love you ‘tol, together with James the Bike, my good old friends.

Here’s the song we made together called “Sayo.”

-Raj