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Not So Square Wifely Steps Click left side of photo to go to previous entry/ Click the right half of photo to go to the next
 A Friendly Encounter of the First Kind Cafe Bola, Greenbelt 4 Makati City When you talk about real friendship, time, distance and manner of meeting is immaterial. What you have between friends is something that is built by something stronger than anything. So on my last day in Makati - (for shopping, :), I commuted from Ortigas to Makati Ave, and using my Blackberry, secured a date appointment with Not Square and confirmed time and place with Wifely Steps. The commute was a breeze, just as the confirmed lunch date was. This is true testament of friendship. With real friendship, one can and will have someone you can count on to share one's stories with, and oftentimes, they are just but a text message away. There were no initial introductions. This "fat guy", as I described myself to my blind date, was welcomed from the entrance of Cafe Bola by such a warm smile from Toni and everything just flowed from there onwards. "You look like you," I said. (Whatever that unique albeit awkward line meant). Haha! But that broke the ice. 4 years! Yes, 4 years have passed since both Toni and I have exchanged comments on both blogs, and now I can hear her voice personally touching on topics such as true love and moving places, sleeping hours and the prices of gasoline. "Pilipino ka ba?", (or something of that sort) was the opening line of Not Square, who excused herself to be Pilipino for that lunch -Pinoy as in being fashionably late :)But you know what they say about being late, "better late, than later." It was also 4 years ago that NotSquare and I first met over coffee and tea in a hot summer day. Two jobs have passed and here we are still, as if we never really grew a day old, nor moved from one country to another. Our food was not a concern. Not even taking a picture of what we are supposed to eat. We didn't even take out a camera until the 2nd hour into our conversations. A mortal sin for a photoblogger like me. In fact, dumbstruck I was that I only managed one good picture. (see above) Yes, in the company of two strong-willed women, you just bask in their presence and allow nature (and my poor memory) to encapsulate the moment spent. It was great to be with real friends. Sometimes you'd know you are with one when you don't mind what to say next nor ask questions that you'd have to cushion with candy-coated flowery words. Topics like marriage plans, homophobia, love, snoring, weight, family and being a middle child, sickness, death and even Paparazzi - topics like those you sometimes want to withhold or not talk about at all, but between real friends, they just come out rolling. Never realizing we were closing to merienda time, and it was still a work day, we had to let go even in the middle of a great conversation. I gave both of them a Moleskine, not for them to take their blogs offline and just write on the notebooks of great men (such as Van Gogh, Picasso and Hemmingway) and women (such as uhm, Toni and Not Square), but as a token of friendship. A friendship that time, distance nor a short coffee break, or a 2.5-hr lunchdate can never replace. ********** One person I want to meet again after 11 years, is my great friend Vangie. Happy Birthday, friend. Hope you are doing fine and that the new baby is going to be named after me :) << Bookmark this post on:
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