Downpour of Blessings Called Friendship

Yesterday I was talking about reminiscing good old college friends whom I have lost contact after graduation. Tata, or in long, Teresa Ann T. Aboy, now Herrera appreciates the magic of google -- the reason why she found me. We have texted almost half the day to update each other's whereabouts. We can't just end off our questions and recollection of memorable days in college.

Then she forwarded me Issa's number. I mean, Karissa Vera-Tan. Words just spilled out like we used to. Though by now, we're all busy with work. Unlike before, we have the whole day and the whole night just chatting like we haven't seen each other for years.

Tata is now a school administrator of a pre-school. While Issa had her Montessori training after college and now a full time mom and maintains teaching toddlers in the comforts of her home.

Yeah... now I believe that dreams really do come true.

After all, as Tata said... "We indeed have grown wiser."

And being wise is following your dream. Being not afraid to live out your own legend.

Thank you guys for the friendship!

Another Blessing!

I just can't wait for another Sunday. Blessings indeed pour. I just hope things won't turn out bad by the end of this week. Though a while back was a thunderstorm at our office, but I can let go of that... what's important is having connected some links with an old friend, and hopefully another with yet another old friend way back in college.

To Tata, we have a lot of things to catch up with. I remember those good old days you mentioned -- a day under our mango tree, munching fresh mango fruits with bagoong. And those late nights just laughing around at our silliness and craziness and stupidity about love.

I just can't wait to see you, girl. And Issa, too!

Blog Your Blessings Sunday: A Special Nook

We at times sit at one corner alone, appreciating life as we see it through our eyes...

Suddenly, someone surprises us… shares that corner until it becomes the world.

Isn't that amazing?

Sometimes we are caught off guard by people who then were strangers from a far off land. We meet them. We become acquaintances. We learn to like them. We find some differences, yet we click. We laugh at the same corny jokes over and over again. We cry at the same old movies we have both watched but re-tell the story as if the other missed out the details. Sometimes we become so stupid raking some thoughts to spill, but in the end, we feel that silence becomes a unity of colors and sounds that fill-in the gap between us. Then we realize, we have found a friend in this then stranger.

The cycle never stops. In doesn't find an end. I met Armila. Then Teresa. The three of us ate some burgers at Mc Donald's. Then there was Myrna. Then Ate Arnila. Then Flor. The six of us ate pizza at Greenwich.

Then Teresa moved out. Then Armila. After a year, I moved in with Armila. Then we have found our home with some other people who became our friends. There was Ate Imelda, then Ate Marivel, Ate Daisy, Ate Glenda, Ate Nida and Ate Cathy. TheN Teresa found her way back to us. Then Flor moved in with us. After a year, Ate Arnila from another planet joined us. In the process, we lost contact of Myrna, but some more people came – Analyn, Marie, Ruby, Ate Chai, Ma'am Nora, Ate Rosabel, Ate Reynilda who came for a moment then left, Ate Alma and our new baby, Arleen. And who knows who else would find their way to our small nook. Now we eat a full bilao of pancit.

Yeah, I started in that small nook I thought was so beautiful for someone like me. After almost nine years, I woke up and found a colorful nook with unity of various hues and sounds. Geeezzz! Now I will have to get a more spacious place for all of us…