Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Monday, October 16, 2006
I realized that finding a Pammy a gift gets harder every year.
Because you know that the perfect gift for her is not the most expensive thing on the mall. She’s not the type who finds the shop where you bought the gift so she could check out the price—occasionally, that would be me.
You want your gift to stand out, so you don’t go for the scented candles or the picture frames. The perfect gift for her should be unique and creative. Something that she could use at the same time has fun with.
You can’t even go for the obvious things that she likes because you’re never sure if she has them already. Take her obsession with Havaianas. She’d salivate over one design one moment and have it delivered at her doorstep the following week.
When we were in college, we gave her a voucher of favors from our barkada. Meaning she could demand a hug, call, joke, or anything she wants from Fox. It was valid for a year but she never used it, not even once. She never lacked some loving from all of us.
The following year, I made my very first scrapbook for her. I loved making every single moment of it. I couldn’t remember what I gave her the following years. Maybe I bought something off the rack—something plain and forgettable.
I keep on wondering what makes buying a gift for Pammy such a pain in the ass. I mean, she’s very easy to please. She doesn’t turn up her nose at inexpensive things. She appreciates small things.
Then recently I realized that she really has everything. She has a good job, great friends and the best boyfriend. Her family dotes on her and is proud of her. She gets to travel and see the world at its finest. She not only rubs elbows but is really friends with the celebrities that you read in the society pages of the paper. She is loved.
Now before you go on and curse the heavens and ask what the hell is wrong with the Almighty for giving everything to her, you must inspect her life more closely. Believe me, she’s not perfect. She has her faults. Her life is far from the fairytale stories you read in your bedtime books. Yet when you read her blog it would seem like it.
This is what separates her from the rest of us. She’s not the chirpy chirpy type of person, but she’s very optimistic. She sees the best in everything. She always gives chance to people that she loves, patiently waiting for their best to come out.
She shares her blessings. It was from her that I learned that food tastes better when you’ve got a battalion of people agreeing that you’ve found manna on earth in this resto or that.
She’s a good writer but that’s not what makes her great at her job. She works hard. She doesn’t stop until she gets everything right. Before she has her fun, she makes sure that her job is done (a trait which for some reason doesn’t pass itself to me).
She talks a lot. She likes to talk a lot. If our lives would be on television, she would monopolize the air time. But you wouldn’t complain because she’s interesting, funny and animating.
She listens too. She is compassionate with your issues. She will feed you when you’re depressed even when she’s on a tight budget.
I have yet to find a person who doesn’t like Pammy. I would give a thousand pesos to anyone who will tell me that they truly, absolutely hate her given that they prove it to me.
She is blessed because she has no time for hurting anyone. Her energy is expended on making those around her happy.
Pammy—more loved by God than the rest of us? I don’t think so. It’s the way she counts her blessings and disregards everything else.
Happy birthday Pammy! Thanks for touching my life. Thanks for choosing me to still be a part of yours.
2 Comments:
wahhhhhh naiyak ako!!!
sabi ko na love mo talaga ako eh kahit ayaw mo umamin :D
hehehe!
love you ruthie :D
Grabe ang sweet ni Ruthie!!!
You will always be a part of Pammy's life...sama mo na din ako :)
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