I discovered not too long ago that the "going away" thing really gets me emotional. I can only do so much to hold it all up.
After more than a month-long vacation (which was not totally all hols for him, I later found out), my good friend Marc's off once again for yet another grueling academic year in Brussels (currently into graduate school majoring in human ecology at the VUB). He's leaving tomorrow, so Yani and I met up and had refreshments (literally and figuratively) with him last night. Apparently, Marc's been going around practically the whole day "collecting" bilins (material and non-material favors) from friends and families of Belgium-based Filipino students (it has been a tradition since time immemorial). I'm really glad he spared some time with us.
We had about 90 minutes of reminiscing and hearty fruit shake laughters, as usual. Why, it was around this time last year when Marc and I first met in Brussels! Along with Yani (who just recently got back from Brussels herself), we all recounted our Pinoy dinners and hand-me-down-your-wares sessions in his warm flat at E-links. We talked of euros for pesos. How we wept uncontrollably on the day of my flight back home and last minute Christmas-spend-time suggestions with other Pinoys in the block. It was wonderful.
As we escorted him and his friend Annie (was it?) to the cab that'll take him to his next rendezvous, it dawned on me how much I missed his company. It's not that we come from different countries and not see each other again ever, but it's really tough to bid goodbye, or even see you later. Argh!
By the way, he may not know this but here's my confession. It was actually Marc who inspired me to start blogging. Dearie, I owe you big!
After more than a month-long vacation (which was not totally all hols for him, I later found out), my good friend Marc's off once again for yet another grueling academic year in Brussels (currently into graduate school majoring in human ecology at the VUB). He's leaving tomorrow, so Yani and I met up and had refreshments (literally and figuratively) with him last night. Apparently, Marc's been going around practically the whole day "collecting" bilins (material and non-material favors) from friends and families of Belgium-based Filipino students (it has been a tradition since time immemorial). I'm really glad he spared some time with us. We had about 90 minutes of reminiscing and hearty fruit shake laughters, as usual. Why, it was around this time last year when Marc and I first met in Brussels! Along with Yani (who just recently got back from Brussels herself), we all recounted our Pinoy dinners and hand-me-down-your-wares sessions in his warm flat at E-links. We talked of euros for pesos. How we wept uncontrollably on the day of my flight back home and last minute Christmas-spend-time suggestions with other Pinoys in the block. It was wonderful.As we escorted him and his friend Annie (was it?) to the cab that'll take him to his next rendezvous, it dawned on me how much I missed his company. It's not that we come from different countries and not see each other again ever, but it's really tough to bid goodbye, or even see you later. Argh!
By the way, he may not know this but here's my confession. It was actually Marc who inspired me to start blogging. Dearie, I owe you big!
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