When Venus and Jupiter connive

I can talk of a hundred and one stories about friendship. But this one’s entirely different…

I cannot tag the word “best” to it but this is somewhat “special and close” to my heart.  It’s something that could make me smile, leaving a trace of tears on the eyelids J

“It’s meant to happen. And we have to be there…”

It’s not us who made it all possible.  I rest not on each other’s laurels to bridge the gap.  Given our own free will, it wouldn’t have flourished.   No one likes each other to be friends, in the first place… anyway. But there’s “Someone” who would want us to be who we are now despite the many odds that hurdle the way of being friends….  “Someone” higher than us.  I can tell you, it’s not easy.  We’ve been into several unusual tests, almost making it totally broken, even to the extent of compromising and questioning individual sense of being and preference … only to bring us back together, standing at both ends of the road… curious at how it all happened… smiling silently and saying “we shouldn’t have tried the other way around… look it all messed up.”  

If there would still be more questions to be answered and situations that cannot be easily figured out, our hearts know and understand which has to be answered and which has already been answered even without asking and which should be kept unanswered because it’s not the mind capable of telling answers.  It’s meeting eye-to-eye and talking silently heart-to-heart.  The bond is platonic yet amazingly just platonic.  There’s just something that connects.. J

There’s always a time to sit down, discuss and confirm whatever it is that make each of one doubt the other.  It was not us who scheduled that time… I always treat it.. a magical moment… We tried to escape and decided to just leave it there only to put us in the same situation with renewed views.  The path towards discovering the friendship seemed like an amazing race, only to find out that we can just simply laugh it all out and cry our hearts out and understand one another without having to succeed on it.

One heartfelt conversation made all the walls disappeared leaving no traces at all that somewhere, somehow, a great wall has been built all along.   There’s an indirect means of telling “we’ve got to be friends, even we like it or not.  For some purpose, unknown to us, we have to be friends.”

Who would’ve thought it would bring us into this stage?  Why me?!  Why not?! 

Don’t try to analyze or understand this.  For at the time of writing, even the writer is smiling that these words came out.  It’s my heart sharing this story.  I don’t mind being understood or misunderstood.  I know myself very well… Thanks to that Astrology book and the many signs pointing me to the right answers and the many reasons why J

*wink!*

Everyday sweet sunshine :)

This week has been one good week to celebrate “friendships”… 

Years had passed and it’s good to see Maan and Gerald, Matto and Arnold, Jacq minus Evy in one very casual dinner at Conti’s.  Known for my being a certified rule-breaker, I was the one who organized this as per Matto’s constant request and yet I came up sooo late and super hungry.   

Almost everyone missed the bonding moment.  That’s what we usually do when we were still busy with our lives in USTe.  This was one friendship that I never thought would prosper seriously.  I thought of it as something “there because we’re there”.   

Now, it’s different.  We talked about lives, the kids, the parenting, the child-rearing, relationships on a far more serious level.  Seeing them made me feel happier.  I love seeing and being a part of acquaintances growing into friendships… and bonding moments like these have to be scheduled and least prioritized now that majority have kids. 

Matto is hesitant to go on beach party because of the pregnancy stretch marks and Maan had 101 techniques to show it off.   “When you’re in a beach and the stretch marks are showing, go and carry your baby… it’s one proof so people will not bother again to question your stretch marks!” 

Maan made mentioned of how I made fun of our professor.  And I recall just how this professor had her life-changing personal look and makeover.  And how this professor remember us and our friendship. 

Talk about the smartest among us and our heads automatically turns to Jacq.  How this seemingly conservatively-looking lass will amaze you with her liberated outlook. 

Almost all of us are excited to have that “gorgeous” makeup be delivered to us… going gaga over that mineral makeup hehehe… 

One thing good about us, their husbands know a lot about us… so they understand and wouldn’t feel aloof seeing us laughing so hard and talking about senseless topics…  

Surely, Evy is missing a lot of good times…  

It’s not just the laughter; we also had our share of tears.  But everytime we’re confronted with these, assurance of having good friends around make you just “shrug it off”. 

These are what great bonding moments are made of!  I always remember them everytime I see the long dinner table placed outside while playing “everyday sweet sunshine” on the background. 

We are sisters … 

Old Friends

May dalawang matandang lalaki.  Iyong isa ay drayber at ung isa ay pasahero na nakaupo sa mismong harapan ng jeep.
Ansaya ng kwentuhan nila.  Inassume ko na matagal ng magkaibigan ang dalawa base sa nasasagap ng radar ko sa kwentuhan nila.  Hindi nga nila halos naririnig ang “bayad po!” o “mama para!” dahil sa sarap ng kwentuhan.  Kung kumita man o hindi ang drayber, sa tingin ko ay mas masaya cia sa kwentuhan nilang magkaibigan.
Naisip kong bigla, sana dumating din ako sa puntong ganon.  Sa pagtanda ko, meron pa ring kaibigan na walang sawang magpapaalala sa akin ng magandang pagsasama at magandang mga alaala ng kabataan na malayo sa anumang pagdududa at intriga.  Yung mga simpleng tawa lang ba…
Iba ang tunog ng halakhakan pag totoong magkaibigan… at iba ang dating ng kwentuhan pag ramdam mong totoo ang lahat-lahat …