Sunday, February 08, 2009
drop dead, seven-year itch.
Well, not that it's applicable.
With a cigarette between my fingers, I attempt to describe this wonderful feeling I'm basking in today. Actually, part of the wonder is that I'm full, having finished a lovely plate of grilled fish. Beside my empty plate are two other plates that were emptied by two of the most amazing people in my world.
Every weekend, we try to see each other, and that's pretty much the most of what we get with our busy, busy lives. The investment banker lives in Makati; the Med student , who is also in an exclusive dating relationship, and I, Law student and BPO employee, are situated in Quezon City.
We're popularly a group of four, but that teacher twin is currently working her ass off in Australia. Luckily, she makes memorable yearly trips back to the Philippines to spend the rest of her hard-earned cash on us after she's done all the shopping she wants. But we think it's because she misses us.
It's been almost seven years, counting from the year we actually met each other at the dormitory we stayed in freshman year in college. It was kind of an automatic meet-up, really, with the two of us being high school classmates in Saudi Arabia, the other two high school batchmates in Baguio. But, I tell you, there is nothing automatic about having a friendship last for seven years.
Along the way, we've had opportunities to "let go" of each other. Come sophomore year, we didn't live in the same dorm. After a few months, the teacher left for Australia. The investment banker and the Med student had stayed together, but I was living in a different district. I had moved to Katipunan when I started working after college, and the Med student moved nearby. The investment banker had the moved to Makati. And once or twice, there have been misunderstandings - largely because we were growing up together.
The investment banker has just left to go home. "See you Tuesday," she says.
I, personally, have a problem with distance - this, a popular pet peeve among my good friends who are not at least in the same region I'm in. I rarely keep in touch. I not that I think less of them. When we see each other, it's always as if we had never been apart. I just don't think good friendships don't need constant reassurance. Or it may be because I'm just lazy like that.
And I'm proud to say we've seen each other through the most important and the littlest of the events in our lives despite everything else: the various men who've hurt us, we've dated or flirted with and taken a fancy to, issues at work, camping in secluded beaches/islands, dreams of becoming radio djs, bad haircuts, wonderful first dates, being wasted and throwing up all night, gigs, "panlalait" of ex-girlfriends or current girlfriends of the exes, 87th birthdays, adobong manok and pusit, videoke sessions, family issues, celebrating love and success, 6-10 hour out-of-town bus trips - ALMOST EVERYTHING, really. And we really just can't get enough of each other.
The sun has set, and in a few minutes, I leave to study for some civil law subject or other while waiting for the teacher to go online, so that the Med student can start working on her patient profile.
Knowing that you've got these people to turn to at the end of the day gives me a certain sense of peace, of the divine kind. It can't just be the nicotine.
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