Henjie’s face lit up when he saw that his pair was finally assembled. He wore the same split-second glee I used to have when I first had my Havaianas.
It felt good to share the flip-flop love to him. It felt equally good to drag my other best friend Levi into the same Havaianas world: they (finally) got their first pairs on the golden anniversary celebration of the brand.
Being a part of Havaianas history is awesome; my Havaianas love affair, a culmination of drama, heartbreak, love, and ecstasy, still lives on everday.
It continues with this new pair (joining the rest of the hibernating Havaianas in my closet).
I initially wanted the three of us to go to the Make Your Own Havaianas event together; something I randomly dubbed as a “bestfriend activity.”
It didn’t happen because it was too cheesy. It didn’t happen because Levi and Henjie showed hesitation at first.
“Dili man ko tig-tsinelas oi,” Henjie said. Levi echoed.
Among the three of us, I was the only one who was fond of flip-flops. This roots back to my laid-back university lifestyle, where going to school meant dressing up like going to the beach everyday.
It was scorching in UPMin back then. It still is.
But I digress.
The supposed-to-be bestfriend activity didn’t happen because I made my own Havaianas Saturday morning—to avoid the snake of lines and the crowd.
Nevertheless, I gave my two buddies my company when decided to go for it in the afternoon.
The last photo is creepy. And funny.
(The 2012 Make Your Own Havaianas in Davao runs until today, September 16, in Abreeza)