Let’s meet our friends across borders and meet-up in-between. Sounds like a random brilliant idea and we have 8 months to prepare. Looks like we’d have to figure out a financial game plan to make our bank accounts hack it but with persistence, we’ll have our fingers crossed. We’ve reached this age wherein friendships are meant to be spent elsewhere other than our home country, our comfort zone.
Have you ever had that friend whom you can call as your better-half? I think I’ve had about one in each transitional phase of my life, 4 to be exact. One of them is Tamille Perez, my college best friend who’s now residing in New Zealand.
Tamille and I were each other’s girlfriend, we knew each other too well. It came to a point whenever one of us is missing, our college classmates and professors would know we are each other’s GPS. We were each other’s wingman, Bonnie and Clyde, partners-in-crime from day ’til night. Tamille has seen me drunk, pass out and witnessed my heart broken to the extremes (and never again!), I’ve seen her rant about the boys she dated, been the third-wheel and excuse when we get home at the crack of dawn. We can cover each other’s bases without a glitch.
We learned how to ride the MRT together, figured out how to get to gig places, rode taxi cabs with full courage and spent most of our college life with passionate musicians and a playground called, The Kitchen.
We were each other’s livejournal, text mates and confidant. We were more than just classmates, travel companion and cheerleader. Sure, we had disagreements but our differences never hindered us from being each other’s bests. We took French classes together just to learn how to say je ne peux pas parler francais (I can’t speak French). We have spent most of our concert attendance backstage and unlimited guest list passes.
Just like any relationships, we also had those days when it was a whirlwind of agreements and disagreements; maybe we were chasing after the wrong boys, listened to too much Jeff Buckley and but hell, we did endured all the reckless decisions we’ve ever had – including trying to be culinary goddesses who can’t bake a successful lemon square or a piece of bread.
Throwing up in the bush never seemed to be a problem, and with those four years, we sure did grew up a-lot together. Now, I hope we do get to wing it and get to travel once again in a city we both wanted to go to together, purchase that Calvin & Hobbes special edition book at Barnes & Noble, get lost in picturesque places and get to spend sumptuous meals at a Michelin Star restaurant, just because we’re culinary goddesses who can’t be too poor for great food.
Let’s see if this Burma woman who flew back in Manila and New Zealand can get together somewhere we both don’t know.