Therapeutic Rendezvous

Yesterday, an old friend ( not literally, off course) paid a visit to me. The last few days were caught up in a frenzy of combustible events. Holidays intertwined with heartbreaks, Carols overlapped sad songs from Regina Spektor, Adele and host of other sentimental songstress. What I want is a much needed girlfriends bonding.
And it happened.

We went to Mcdonalds.

But I told my friend who didn't blink an eye ' If I have the moolah, we should have gone to...

She didn't object, so maybe, Mcdonalds, with its comical and clownish gentility, were all that we need.

We talked on so many things: It was only months we didn't see each other, but given the intensity of our conversation, it felt like years!

 I admired her too-petite physique, while she boisterously wonked at my too flabby countenance. She hauled her kinda cute BF while I looked over my shoulder for some vestige of ancient touch. Repulsive!

We lingered far too long to admire the bedecked, glittered, lighted Antipolo Church, which is so magnificent.

Our Lady of Peace and Good Voyage, Antipolo City

We admired the humbling creche diorama in front of the church, reminding us once again that the true purpose of Christmas is not  gift giving but the birth of Baby Jesus.

When we finally convinced ourselves that we had too much Christmas spirit, the three of us headed home for the continuation of our much missed chikahan. She commented on how cold the air was and I only imagined human warmth. Hehe.

We dined out over Chooks to go chicken, which, to my opinion, needs a little prepping up and the family favorite pancit canton courtesy of my gracious tita who works in The Original Savory ( Their selections are divine!)

Burp**

After the sumptuous meal, we went to my room where earlier, I cleaned like Jagger! The talking, yes, continued until the witching hours. We even Skyped via Facebook a dear friend of ours where we shared laughter and unadulterated good vibes. He was an old flame, but we separated ways already so the ember's gone.  

It went for hours and once again we were swept away on how fickle our individual lives turned out to be. But we are not the complaining lots. We embraced what other things in store for us in the coming years. It is our hope that you should too. When we departed ways, its tabula rasa once again. The slate is clean for another tapestry of forged friendships. ** Sigh**

Xoxo

Ryan