Happy Birthday, Friendship!

6 03 2009

MARCH 7, Saturday, marks the birthday of one of my real best – and long-time – friends, Friendship (Cecille)!


I first came to know her as one of the five new engineers we hired a few years back.  Theirs was a very “crème dela crème” crew as everybody – save for one! (hahaha!) – belonged to the who’s who of their graduationg class.


My friend Friendship graduated cum laude with a degree in electronics and communications engineering from – wherelse?! – but the Philippines’ foremost educational institution, the University of the Philippines–Diliman.  And just like some of the very few people I know, she finished at the top of her high school class.  She was valedictorian at no less than De La Salle–Zobel (I tell you…  I’m such a social climber.  Hahaha!).  That piece of information actually came in handy when I tried to connect with someone she has been friends with from way back.  I vividly remember a snippet from that conversation.


“I first came to know about your place because of Cecille,”  I told the chef/store-owner.


“Oh yeah, Cecille.  Do you know that I’ve known her since grade school?  We were classmates since grade school.”


Smilingly, I responded, “Yeah I know…  Zobel.”


That would have been just a normal conversation.  Except that I over-enunciated and ended up saying, “Zow-bel.”  [please insert your boisterous laughter here.]


More than anything else, I really appreciate Friendship for being one of the most honest and well-meaning friends I have ever had.  I couldn’t help but guffaw everytime she would point out  my “long ‘i’ and short ‘i’ deficiency at times” – right there and then when my flaw would choose to reveal itself.  But it’s not just this.  Trust me, it had gone deep!


We really bonded over a lot of things, most especially when we worked on the same project for over a year in the States.  As a matter of fact, we sort of consider ourselves as each other’s shopaholic shopping shhhoulmate (that’s soulmate!).  Yes, as I would always kid Friendship, she had always been my perfect shopping mate.  She knows the ins and outs, the latest…  the best deals.  And I was able to get them on practically every must-go-to place on the West Coast… tagging along with her!  She also has kept a good track record on all the latest and most-happening dining places she has recommended to me.  (Oh, except for that one monstrosity at MOA.  Hahaha!)


Also, I guess two people become fast friends when they find the same things to be funny.  And to stretch that further – when they find that they like and hate the same things.  Hahaha!


Oh my gosh, the flood gates of memories have just been opened!


Friendship, I know you’re already somewhere out there pursuing your dreams.  I just want to wish you a very happy birthday.  And I profusely apologize for not being able to meet you up before you left.


And yes…  for missing out on the treats that I myself begged for in the first place!

Ticking away

6 03 2009



IT IS 10:15 PM.  And I can feel a case of the “mean reds” looming (yes Batman, that’s so Breakfast At Tiffany’s!).  Not just the blues – but the really horrible mean reds.  It has actually been overcasting my day…  I just can’t seem to put my finger on what it exactly is.  Is it a case of being not unhappy?  I don’t know.


I need a cheer-me-up really badly.  So that’s when I decided to look at these – wristwatches.  I’m not expecting these to bring me happiness – more so, joy – as that would be asking too much.  I just hope they could snap me out of this feeling.


I’ve written before (in our office newsletter) that if there is ever a “material” expression of the highest regard I could afford someone, it would be to give them a wristwatch.  Why?  It is because I love wristwatches so much.  And it is only by giving away something I love so dearly that i think I could really make someone feel genuinely appreciated (by me).


Beyond telling time, a wristwatch means so much more.  I’ve read somewhere that it is the most looked-at thing on any given day.  And having one strapped on my wrist means that I spend the most of my day with it (whichever it is I have on).  It’s with me on the ups and downs.  It sees my smile whenever I’m breathless in anticipation about something that I shall do or someone that I shall see on an appointed time.  It also sees my frown and furrowed brows whenever I or someone else is running late…  or when things don’t go as planned and all I could do is stand – frozen in time – as the cookie crumbles.


A wristwatch does mean more when I acquire it to mark a significant milestone – my small everyday victories.  And it’s value multiplies by a millionfold if it is a gift from someone else!  As a matter of fact, some of the ones I hold dear are hand-me-downs.


With my wristwatch ticks my own physiological beats.  And as it swings from my arm – leisurely or in a mad dash – with it I write my history.  And the nicks and dents it sometimes inevitably gets, only add to the meaning I make with my life.


Believe me when I tell you, each wristwatch has a story to tell.