2 posts tagged “friends”

What makes your best friend so special? 
Submitted by Jessmiloo.

Over the years, I've met people whom have become close to me and whom I consider part of the "best friends" group. They may not know each other, but they have, in one way or the other, touched my life and I'm forever thankful for that.

The first person that pops to mind when the words "best friend" are mentioned is Carmenez. We've known each other since second grade and were classmates up until we finished high school. Since then, we haven't seen each other as much as we would like, but what's amazing is whenever we see each other, it's like we never spent time apart.

There's so many ways I can describe why she's special, but I'll try to whittle it down. She's hardly ever angry at me, but she doesn't hesitate to tell me if I'm wrong or being stupid. She (along with her family) encourages me to go after my dreams (or what used to be my dreams until I lost faith in me and it, but they still continue to encourage). She understands that if I'm holding a book and not talking to her it's not because I'm ignoring her but because I'm so deep into reading I can hardly hear her. She feeds me (a long standing tradition from field trips to school lunches to bivouacs), she teaches me cooking techniques (or I let her do all the cooking and I just watch), and once in a while during our class projects, she lets me do it anime-style rather than lace and ribbons :)

In a related vein, her family is special too. They treat me like a cousin or another sister. The dogs in their house don't bark at me anymore. Her extended family knows who I am and I'm often invited to family gatherings up to the point where one of her distant cousins ask if I was a blood relation.

She's also someone I know I can run to if I have a problem: be it something as serious as a financial issues or if it's something as (mundane?) as needing a dress for a formal affair.

I guess my best friend is special because she's accepted me for me.

Met up with Den and Erin yesterday to watch Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. We decided to get reservations to avoid the rush of lining up and grabbing seats. Erin's cousin Amon got the tickets for us, and we watched it with his parents.

The movie was ok. It wasn't as spectacular as the other movies, despite their deviation from the books. This is difficult for me to admit but I didn't enjoy this movie as much as I did the book. Sure I had my complaints on the book, as much as I had my gripes with the other movies, but at least with the first four, there was something in them that still held my attention and had me going, oh wow. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix movie was more like a "guide" of sorts to the book, even though almost throughout it I was "That wasn't how it went in the book." Still, it's to be expected, as the book was pretty long and I know how hard it is to adapt books into movies (memories of writing script during BC class, hay). And people will watch this movie because, hey, it's Harry Potter. It's a given that up until the last movie, it will be a hit.

If you haven't seen it and don't like spoilers, don't click this.

Yeah, well, I'll be seeing the next two movies too. And book 7 will be out on Saturday!

Other kwento
On the LRT2: Somewhere around the Anonas Station, a dog walked by me as the train door was just closing. It took me by surprise until I realized that it was one of those K9 forces dogs. His human walked by after and they stood in the disabled area in front of me.

Passing by MRT Shaw: There was a black cat sitting quite calmly at the end of the platform. Nobody was paying mind to it. Maybe because the didn't know it was there.

At Serendra, after watching HP:OotP: A man walked by with his pet dog (small, furry and funny looking thing). He was gesturing to someone behind him. A few seconds later, a woman dressed in her gimmick finest (short, flowy, cleavage baring dress with high strappy heels) walked by. She was holding in one hand her bag, and on the other a tissue paper with dog poop. Then she called out (I don't know if it was to the man or the dog), "Nakakawalang poise ka naman!" Ching and I held back our laughs until we crossed the street.

Also saw a guy wearing a black t-shirt with the drawing of those tree creatures in Miyazaki's "Princess Mononoke". I want!!!

Heaven
Ching took me to Fully Booked along Bonifacio High Street. The moment I spied it from afar I was already giddy. Then I stepped in, took a deep whiff of the book perfumed atmosphere and decided I was in heaven. I probably looked like an idiot exclaiming over the stuff I saw (Moleskine! Notebooks! Sherrilyn Kenyon! Tons of manga and Neil Gaiman graphic novels! Philip Pullman! World music cds! I could go on). Richard Gutierrez and Georgina Wilson passed by but I barely looked at them and moved on to the young adult section.

I was half happy, half irritated when I told Ching that I didn't bring any money. The happy half was because I wasn't going on a spending spree. The irritated half was of the same reason. :p There was this kid who was telling his mom, "Can I buy seven books mom? Just seven, please?" I could've cheerfully bopped him. Just seven? Wait until you start working boy. You'll find that those "just seven" books will be hard for you to get. *sulk*

This fits me! Hehehe.

Yeah yeah. I'll be back, my books. Just you wait.

Oh, and my dad arrived from Zambales. Both he and his namesake got locked in the bathroom. I was the one who had to help the both of them get out. :D I hope it doesn't spell bad karma.