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Yes, it’s been almost forty- six years. We met for the first time back in 1973 when I reported to work as student librarian at the University of Santo Tomas. We both worked at the university library until I was in my third year as Economics major and she finished her Library Science degree.

The friendship has come to a point when we would write each other daily on date due slips of the library.  She was Nissa’s godmother during her baptism and again one of the principal sponsors during Nissa’s wedding. She migrated to Canada sometime in 2001.

The last time we saw each other was almost eight years ago until yesterday. A happy reunion between friends, a lovely tête-à-tête updating each other on what’s happening in our lives, non-stop smiles and laughter. Her husband showed me their photos when they were in Japan before coming to Manila a week ago.

And a happy reunion would not be complete without some photos, right? Although Mark took photos of Grace and me, I had a couple of shots in my phone taken by one employee of the hotel where they stayed.

Mark, Grace and I

She gave me two books, a copy of Thomas Merton’s The Seven Storey Mountain and a trade paperback of Maya  Angelou’s The Heart of A Woman. We developed our love for books when we were both assigned at the Humanities Section of the UST Main Library. Can’t wait to read these two.

Grace and me2

Friendship is a lovely thing. When you find true friends, being apart for so many years doesn’t really matter. It feels as if you’ve seen each other only yesterday.

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I love early mornings

when the world is still on the brink of waking.

It’s at this time when you’ll hear  the sound of a new day

hopeful promise of  something so dear to hold,

Peace

Stillness

Quiet…

My Amazon Lily

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via Nate’s Tree Top Adventure

And it must be nice to feel the cool breeze and  the scent of pines up there.

 

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via A Four-Day Weekend In Baguio

Can’t help but smile at these photos.

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Thinking about it today, it just made me smile but last night was so stressful for Josef, Jovy and me. I think even Oreo was worried about me waiting for a long time inside the car.

So I said, “why didn’t you bark so I could have heard you?”. He just looked at me with those adoring eyes and put himself to sleep the rest of the way.

It was an  uneventful trip from Pangasinan until we reached and traversed  SCTEX (Subic-Clark-Tarlac Expressway). Continuing our trip via NLEX  North Luzon Expressway), we stopped by Shell Select Gas Station just to use their comfort rooms. My gosh, the line was a mile long and the cars  were almost touching each other. The place has several restaurants and fast food chain and  they were all full. There were two centralized comfort rooms at the place. I even saw my daughter briefly when she kissed and greeted me and said they just had dinner. They came from a four-day trip in Baguio City up north. We decided to stop by another gas station at San Fernando, Pampanga, Caltex  Mega Station. Josef and Jovy only use Caltex gas for the car. There was also a long line of cars having their gas refilled. In my haste, I left my bag inside the car and not even thought of bringing a cellphone with me.

When I came back from the comfort room, I could no longer see our car. From a sea of humanity, eating and buying something for their dinner and the cars parked in every available space, I searched for them. I had nothing with me, not even a few cents in my pocket.  At the same time, the two were also looking for me. After about thirty minutes and engaging the help of the car barkers at the area, Josef saw me. All along they were parked closed to  the gas station.

That was a very stressful and laughable experience for me. We reached home a little late because of the traffic.

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I laugh at myself when I remember these but those times that I was on the brink of being so forgetful, I was alarmed.  I even had to research what being forgetful means in one’s health. Back then, I haven’t started blogging at WordPress yet but I have been reading a lot since I was in high school.

Does this happen to you when things seem to slip your mind and no matter how you force yourself to remember, at that particular moment, you just can’t. I know, forgetting things occasionally is part of life.

One thing that I always forget is the name of the plant I used to have in the garden. I know, it starts near the first letter of the alphabet, clearly I couldn’t recall its name.  Yesterday though,  I was looking at my several albums at Facebook because I wanted to change my profile picture into a flower. Then I saw this.

Took this shot many years ago but at times it still slips my mind. It’s Begonia. Why is is that at the moment we want to remember,we simply forget.  Bear in mind Arlene, this is Begonia.

There is this small mini mart (a one-stop shop for those groceries that you simply forgot to load in your cart) at the corner of the street going to our subdivision. Come to think of it, all these years, I thought it was called Seven Eleven only to be told several times by my son that it is Ministop. Both are 24-hour convenience stores where they sell groceries and snacks and even meals. Until now, when I think of it, I always think of the former instead of the latter.

I tell you, this happens all the time now, you enter your bedroom planning to get something but you see those pillows still scattered atop the bed. What would you do? Arrange them right? Then you clearly forgot what you were there for until you come back again to get it. It is annoying at times but it is the name of the game now.

Ageing or getting old.

 

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via For The 3rd Time Around

Proud Nonna here 🙂 🙂 🙂

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