Yup, that's right. I have girlfriends (with emphasis on the "S")! Actually they are friends who are girls. Part of this click I was into back during the time when I was still in the reproductive health world.
Our paths first crossed in July 2004 when I got a scholarship to attend an international conference on AIDS in Bangkok. Emma and Ninna were both with FPOP then. I on the other hand belong to another NGO. But almost instantly, when we met that afternoon when I was invited to their office, I know that we will be good friends in the future. And become friends we did. We cross paths during partners' meetings and other activities.
Then came an opportunity for me to join them in FPOP in 2006. Although back then the organization has many, and I mean many, problems, the three of us had time to bond. We spent lunch time gossiping or just spending the time away from the office. It too much stressful just to stay at the office. There are late nights and even some overnighters working on project proposals or preparing for some big time activity. Some times are spent wondering how on earth we can mount a million peso conference/workshop with literally no money in the bank.
Well, those were the days. Emma and I have gone to "greener" pastures since. Ninna is still with FPOP and I think she has grown a lot and has in fact improved a lot. Of course, they still have their usual problems but who doesn't? What I miss most are those moments spent in Emma's car on our way home. The time we talk about life, my wedding preparations, Emma's love life, Ninna's crazy ideas and sometimes bitchiness are well cherished. And the whole day I spent with them today just catching up, how I miss those.
We may have gone our separate ways, but I think we will still go on with our once-in-a-blue -moon rendezvous. At least, at the end of our crazy and hectic schedules, we get to chat about little things in the sun and even laugh at ourselves once in a while.
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