Spent the whole weekend comforting 4 people who are close to me. All suffering from broken hearts. Boyfriend trouble. It was a blessing in disguise, coz it helped me get my mind off J and wondering where this thing I have with him is really going.
One of those friends was Aina. Youngest sister of my bestfriend. My roommate. Soul sister. My current bestfriend. Pig-out buddy. I used to hate her when we were kids because she's really suplada. Actually, no one really likes her when they meet her for the first time because she looks really mataray. Because she doesn't smile, as in, smile. I once told her that I wouldn't be surprised if one day, someone comes up to her and asks her what her problem is. I keep telling her to smile more often so she can become more approachable.
She's one of my most cherished friends. When my bestfriend used to live with us in the old condo, Aina and I would be the only ones who wouldn't fight with each other. She and my sister would argue, she and my bestfriend would have a feud, my sister and I would have a spat, my bestfriend and I would have a million arguments but Aina and I would never ever burst each other's bubble. If she knew I was pissed, she'd be quiet. And I would do the same for her when she's cranky. It's nice to have someone like that. Someone who just shuts up at the right time without you having to tell them to. But more than anything, I think Aina and I will never have a squabble because we are petrified of each other. Because we know how bitchy we can both be and No, we wouldn't want to mess with each other.
Aina and I like doing things for each other. Like when L and I broke up, she treated me to Kare-kare, my comfort food. We buy cigarettes for each other. We even have the same lighter. And the same nail polish on our toes. I'm her designated driver, even if I drank more than she did, which is really, always the case. When I'm on my way home, I text her and ask if she's had dinner and if not, did she want me to buy some for her. Last wednesday, I was in such a bad mood and she treated me to coffee. Thursday, after a big fight with her bf (he also became the ex that night), I treated her to beer while I had coffee and listened to her pour her heart out over another failed relationship. Friday was spent drinking with friends and eating Selecta's 2-in-1 ice cream with our guy friend (thanks for the treat, Johnds!). She also blow-dried my hair Saturday night because I wanted to look extra nice (not for anyone, mind you.) and Sunday was spent visiting 2 bazaars, reading and talking in starbucks over coffee and hershey's kisses during the afternoon. After that, we bought kikay stuff and spent the night painting each other's nails (they look hideous, I tell you. We can't french tip to save our lives!).
We were in the car friday night, discussing the status of our dormant love lives when Aina said (tipsy and all):
"Pare, bakla lang hindi magkakagusto sayo..."
Aww. Who wouldn't love her? Hehehehe! She's really more than a friend. She is my sister. My soul sister. And not everyone is as lucky to have someone like her in their lives.
Bunny @ Monday, November 22, 2004
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for