joy
i’m not a big fun of pressed powder.
i’m a loose powder baby.
alright, baby powder is more like it.
johnson’s to be exact.
for one thing, i’ve ultra-sensitive skin so i hardly use adult cosmetics. in fact, i couldn’t wear make-up that much because my skin goes ballistic when i do.
and of course, there’s another reason i’ve stuck with johnson’s through the years.
joy estrada.
she introduced me to the concept of ‘powder-fresh beauty.’
johnson’s baby powder before class, in between periods, during recess, lunch, after class, while sight-seeing (i miss this term!), during CAT sessions, while cheering for the falcons, while ogling at denden, lops, rum, tuesday and all the other guys we used to have the hots for, while having cheesesticks at the canteen, just before going home…name the even and in all likelihood, we have baby-powdered our way through it!
but honestly speaking, this post isn’t about my johnson’s baby powder moments with joy.
it’s about how i miss the friendship.
how i long for the day when we, the sophies, could all spend time with her again to rekindle the past–laugh about our little shenanigans, giggle about the boys who have once-upon-a-time made out hearts flutter, talk shit about those who have torn our hearts to pieces (michol, de vera, lops, lops, lops! hahaha!) and speak wickedly about our karis!
kidding aside, i miss joy’s company. the way we used to talk about life, love and our dreams…about people we care deeply about, about things we want to do, stuff we want to buy…
we have lost touch for years and the last time we touched base again it ended quite ugly so i hope that one day we’ll get to see each other again and cath up on each other’s life.
i miss you, joy.
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