Originally posted January 19, 2007.
[reposted because of this]

Scene: on our way home from BTC

Yan: I just realized that we now live in a world where we can't be overly friendly.

Gen: You think?

Yan: Yeah. I was lining up to use the rest room in Yellow Cab, and some little girls, about 5yrs old, were playing by the door. I tried chatting 'em up; they were so cute and giggly. Out of nowhere comes the yaya, all bitchy and pissed that I was talking to her charges. She shot me a look that said, 'perv!' The hell?

Pensive pause.

Gen: You know what, I think my childhood was...

Yan: Perfect?

Gen: No, not really. It was...

Yan: Great?

Gen: Yeah, I suppose. Coz when I was a child, I played in a world that was still...

Yan: Innocent?

Gen: Yeah.

Yan: So true.

Gen: No, no, that's not it. Innocent is not the right word.

Yan: What is it then?

Gen: More like naive. The world was so naive then.

Yan: Yeah...Naive.

Disturbed silence.

Allison, love, I'm so glad you didn't get swallowed up in the unfathomable world of married bliss. heheheheh. Here's hoping you'd be Cool Momi forever.

Originally posted January 2, 2007.
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Gen doesn't see the point, but I am looking forward to our long-overdue dinner with the old gang.

It's ironic that we all live in the same city (well, most of us, anyway), yet we only get to see each other once in a blue moon.

Over time, the coffee breaks became less frequent, the phone calls and text messages nonexistent.

The married couples, especially, seem to live in a world of their own, so wrapped up in adult concerns like raising kids and saving up for tuition. It's a world that we, fate's acid joke, do not understand.

We probably don't have anything in common with them anymore, save for all the crazy memories of intoxicated bliss. These memories mean the world to us, but do they still matter to our married friends? I doubt it. I really doubt it.

I am grateful, however, that though these get-togethers have become a rarity, we all still care enough to call each other friends.

TB's reaction to "10 Reasons Why I Love My Friends". Originally posted May 20, 2006:
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Note: Please read this first. As for the identity of this person, itago natin sya sa pangalang TB (B stands for boy, T stands for something else - hint: a 3 letter word that literally means crap). Those who know TB have a pretty good idea who MS and MP (P stands for Psycho) are.

TB: The "passionate sexual beings" is a bit out of line. The way you put it, it would seem that MS has no place in our circle of friends.

Me: I was referring to the inner circle.

TB: Ngek. Okay, I agree on the passionate sexual beings. Murag way lugar si MS.

Me: Actually, I didn't even remember that she's in our circle. No offense.

TB: Ok, the inner-inner. The inner core.

Me: Ok, fine, the inner core. That part of her you want to penetrate, right?

TB: Taya. Ok fine. She's not only in my circle but in every shape imaginable - the heart most especially. Arrgh! Yes, I want to commune with her soul. Whatever that means.

Me: Kaluod nimo! Grabe! I can see that you've moved on all right

TB: By the way, I have a lunch date with the very married MP later. I'm afraid we'll end up eating each other for lunch.

Me: hala ka! bantay ha, pwede raba mupatay ang bana. Do u know that a husband can't be convicted if he kills his wife's lover?

TB: Ok lang mamatay basta namatay nga naka jer2x. Worthy cause, right?

Me: God, you're pathetic!

TB: He has to prove that I'm her lover first.

Me: I can be a witness for the defense. hahahahahahah

TB: I've moved on Yan. MS is history. You know, it's good to make fun of our past (what's the term?) trivialities.

Me: Absurdities, rather.

TB: Yes, absurdities.

Posted by Gen, May 15, 2006:
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Warning: the passage below contains sentimental material and may be difficult to associate with the perceived author. To clarify, this passage is written by her 'other' personality--the GOOD twin.

Love. A simple four-letter word. A complicated word to define. Many say it's a feeling too difficult to put into words, but the symptoms I heard are all the same, electricity, palpitations, excitement, and what-not. I wouldn't know. I don't know what love is.

This I know, though—if friendship is love, then I have an abundance of it. Never in my life would I have guessed that I would be so lucky to find the people I call my Friends. I know that you're only a handful, but I am SO grateful that they're you. I am the type of person who does not trust easily, but I have to admit, I trust you with my life. You inspired me to release the inner goddess—or bitch (whichever case may be)—that I really am, and for releasing yours as well. You've taught me that no matter how crazy, idiotic, shallow, etc, things get, you are always there to accept me. You've shown that I can, and should laugh at myself sometimes. You gave me the courage to follow my dreams because I know that aside from my family, you are there to support me. You've made my life worth living, and for that I thank you.

To you all, I may not say it at all, but I do love you. Thanks for the friendship.

--GEN

PS. Ah yati! CORNIHA UY!--the 'real' personality--the EVIL twin