Gigay

Gigay came to visit the other night. She is exactly the same as when I met her in freshman year in LlB – warm, funny, and ever so upright. I'm also happy to note that she has maintained her sarcastic streak (ha ha).

Gigay was one of those sensible girls in school that I always wanted to be groupmates with for the endless papers and reports and presentations, bcoz she was not the type to leave you up in the air then make excuses for not being able to contribute her share. (That's more me, actually. Darn.) It was very easy to get along with her bcoz she was one of those nice girls who did not have any issues or attitude problems.

And she loved books. Kiss Me, Creep was one of her favorite books of all time so I just had to give my copy to her (it also happens to be one of my favorite Sweet Dreams books). And she was a fellow sucker for movies, especially the cheesy rom-com kind. I forgot to ask if she still had a thing for Brad Pitt (I am so over him), whom she loved in A River Runs Through It and Legends of the Fall and Meet Joe Black, while I swooned over Hugh Grant in The Remains of the Day and Sense and Sensibility and Notting Hill. (Aaah, college movies. Those were the days.) And we were both obsessed with Picket Fences and would spend Mondays psychoanalyzing and still sniffling over the Saturday episodes.

She also loved to write. We were always exchanging little notes and letters and songs and poems – me and Gigay and Kai and Amor and Bambi and Hannah and Randy and Don and Monch and Nico and Malk. (I kept all these little pieces of paper from them after all these years. I wonder sometimes if we would have written to each other so much if we already had cellphones then. Maybe not. So once again we prove that technology is not always a good thing.) It was Gigay who wrote that I was a sweet soul who is easily made happy by the sight of flowers and clouds, and that our friends want to be a little more like me, for all that I am. This remains one of the nicest things anyone has ever said about me.

One of the things I love most about her is, she is devout and spiritual and righteous, but she never once made me feel that I was a lesser person tho I was mean, obscene, selfish, proud and plain evil lots of times. She was never judgmental - it's like she has just accepted me for who I am.

And it's not her birthday or anything, but I just figured, I'm always blogging about my stupid self and dramas and all the food that I ram down my throat, and all these stupid, shallow things, and it's high time I write about the stuff that really matter. All these beautiful people in my life, friends like Gigay whom I've known for almost 18 years, more than half my life – they are, as e.e. cummings puts it, whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing. They are the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.