To the Boy I love

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There is a reason why friends do not celebrate monthsaries and anniversaries. Real friends know no time and limits.

Thank you for lending me a handkerchief when I feel like crying forever. Thank you for using the word douche-bag when I badly want to hear it. Thank you for reminding me that I deserve a hug much tighter than yours. And when I am preoccupied with my personal problems, thank you for knocking my head , “That’s too middleclass. Pwede ba irelate mo naman yung problema mo sa problema ng Pilipinas?

Sometimes love is not made of bows and arrows, hearts and flowers. Sometimes it lies in true friendship.

I embrace your superiority complex and all  kinds of complexities that come with our  friendship 🙂

I am happy with your victories in life. You are awesome. I know that’s an understatement

We are the most odd combination but thanks to Social Exchange Theory, we get along very well …lol

To me, you are always original. You are the only friend who will give me a long sermon of NGO.

If you need a girlfriend, I can volunteer. ( Joke lang!  )

When I painfully think of growing old, I imagine visiting your own place and having your home-cooked meals. We will have endless milk tea and random ramblings.

This is to remind you that you will always have a friend when you want to be classy or when you want to be jologs.

I am ending this letter with your favorite’s singer epic line:

“I will always love you ”

-Whitney Houston

From your friend whose love for you is unrecognizable and almost invisible

-Jackie

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Part- time Superhero

Dear Friend,

You are one of my favorite blind items in my blog. Let me reveal your identity by sharing a piece I wrote for your year book ages ago.

Happy Birthday, Rima

                                                                                              

rimaThe eyes speak much of who we are. So when you cover your eyes, you hide one-fourth of yourself. This does not hold true to everyone but with the case of Rima, yes, it does. Not only one-fourth of who she is is covered by her eyeglasses but half of who she is. People portray Rima as someone smart, serious, studious, plain and simple, kind and quiet. There is some truth with how people perceived her but there are greater truths. To add to people’s delusion about her, she sits alone or sits with a group yet she finds herself locked in her wonderland. Then observe her closely, and surprisingly you will discover her mouth moving to speak with no words. And in moments when people think she is quiet, the possible explanation is that sometimes the brain works hard enough that it does not leave time for the mouth to speak. Nevertheless, this is Rima, at least one-half of who she is, or one-fourth rather.

In the qualifying essay exam for shifting in to Journalism, she wrote there that it was her childhood dream to be a journalist. Her self-prophecy might eventually become her reality because now, she thinks like a journalist, acts like a journalist, and writes like a journalist. She can meet deadlines no matter what time she starts her work. She is dedicated to her work that sometimes it leaves her trauma when her laptop shuts off at the night before the deadline. And God knows how many drops of tears she shed to finish an article. Well, all students cram but not all students have much success from cramming. Thank heavens though, that she can work under pressure. She wakes up at 6:30 for her 7am class. And like the speed of the bullet, she now has her clothes on and combs her hair. For all we know, superheroes have to cram and work on the very last minute. For her speed and agility, Rima is a superhero in some sense.

Our heroine then gathers information for the day and begins with who, what, when, where and why. Who and another who, when and another when, where and another where, why and another why are all important to her. That‘s how journalistic she is or that’s how nosy she is. Nevertheless, she searches for more and more facts and details. This also includes spending quality time with the newspaper vendor, the photocopier at the library, the security guard and all the people from different walks of life. And so she is a journalist in the making.

Also, she said that writing for news is an art. Having a pair of glasses for blurry eyes does not necessarily mean having artists’ eye. She does have an artist’s name, though. Rima is a Filipino word for rhyme. A link to her name would probably explain why she finds inner rhythm within words whether it is in poetry or in straight news.

And everybody remembers Rima as someone having wings on her back and a halo floating on top of her head. This is not to say that they are wrong. But she would be happier to hear if you remember her as Beyonce or Mariah Carey. But can you imagine a girl with wings on her back would sing ‘Touch my body?’

So this girl, who acts, thinks, writes like a journalist, sings Beyonce’s song and the next thing you’ll see her do is watching Gossip Girl. But, behold, she indulges herself in business, economics, geography. These sound pretty heavy for someone who has a special addiction for SIMS. While she takes care of her own family, dream house, and love affair in the computer game SIMS, she is also concerned with graphs and figures. Maybe she finds art in numbers as she finds art in words. Maybe numbers and figures have rhyme to her as what her name implies, Rima.

The most lovable trait of Rima is that anybody can make her happy. Her happiness is found on a simple slice of cake, or a slice of pizza, or a doughnut, in short, food. She is fully aware that the most basic need of human existence is food. So she cannot trade a box of chocolates with a new branded skinny jeans . If you ask her why, she would say, “It’s impractical.” For her, fashion, glamour, parties are secondary because the most basic need of human existence is food.

The image of Rima with wings on her back and a halo on top of her head appears again. Someone might describe Rima being pure in heart. “Pure in heart” is such a cliché to describe somebody as if there are no better words left. But this is the true Rima that is visible to others. Her roommates back in Ilang Residence Hall would wait patiently for Rima to come home with the hope that she brings take-home food. She fills their empty stomachs. Also, she is a friend who will accompany you in the narrow streets of Divisora. She will spend the whole day with you in Divisoria buying a single belt while you do the rest of the shopping. To prove that she is pure in heart, she saves her first kiss for her wedding day. A memory of Drew Barryome of the movie, Never Been Kissed flashes. Therefore, “pure in heart” is not a substitute for having no better words.

Behind the pair of glasses is a part- time superhero and a part-time journalist. But the most visible part of who she is is the wings and the halo she do not hide. Some things about her remain hidden. This is when her brain works hard enough and leaves no time for her mouth to speak. We might only see one-fourth of who she is. But the rest of who she is can be seen in her writings, in her true copy of grades, and in the people who guessed and were right in perceiving her as a girl with wings on her back and halo on top of her head.

I cannot write a food review

It’s an irony that after I wrote about weight management , diet and healthy lifestyle, I gained a few pounds. When I looked at my recent photos, I could see the fat girl inside revealing. Maybe I was just paranoid. But this afternoon, I checked my weight and I was shocked to find out that I did gain weight. It’s like I swallowed what I said in my previous blog post. I wanted to delete but decided to keep it as a reminder.

How can I not gain weight when fancy dinners are always on my schedule? My friend told me that a pound you gain is a memory you keep. Hence, keep memories and keep the calories as well. Food is a basic need and it is also an experience.

Two weeks ago, my friend celebrated his birthday in Adarna Food and Culture Restaurant. My other friend suggested: “Why don’t you write about this place, about the food in your blog?”

I cannot write a food review for I’d rather write about life, love, family, drama, and philosophical interpretation of the world. I cannot write a food review for what else can I say? I can say that it’s delicious, mouthwatering. I can describe how my mouth opens to fit a burger, how my lips linger for the drops left from drinking fruit juice, and how my stomach feels after eating an exotic dish. But everything I have to say only appeals to my senses. And to speak on what we can taste, smell, and touch is somehow superficial. Photos are enough to say that the fried chicken is greasy, that the vegetables are half -cooked. This is the deeper reason why I cannot write a food review.

Adarna Food and Culture Restaurant
Adarna Food and Culture Restaurant
(Photos from my friend OJ Serquina)

If I write about food and rate it according to my taste, I’m afraid I’m going to be biased. I’ll probably like the food because I like the people whom I’m dining with. To say that the food you eat and the people around you are interrelated may sound nonsensical. But food, again, is an experience. For instance, you are having dinner with someone you hate, you’ll probably not like the food. You’ll be in a hurry to finish your meal because the longer you eat, the longer you spend time with the person you hate. But when you dine with someone you like, you’ll spend more time finishing your food. You will slowly chew  that you can almost savor every ingredient in your dish. Probably, you will forget all the details, how bland, how saucy, how salty but what you will remember is the overall experience. Is it pleasant? Is it disappointing?

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for your curiosity, my two male friends 🙂

You must have memorized the taste of french fries and burger of a fast food chain but when you create a new memory, it’s like you’re eating fast food for the first time. An example: Jollibee chickenjoy reminds you of your childhood. You keep coming back not because of its taste but because it brings back pleasant feelings. Perhaps, describing food is a trick of the mind, trick of the memory. It can be classical conditioning in Psychology. It’s more of reconstructing experiences.

So when I like dining in this restaurant, it just so happens that the food is good and the place is great. But it’s more of — I enjoy the company of the person whom I’m dining with. That’s a useful principle for dating and a basic fact of friendship.

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Presenting the men of my life 😀