This is actually the sequel of my “cancelled gimmick” story.Here goes…
That friday night, I texted a friend I’ve known since my freshman year in college just to ask how she has been doing. Then she immediately replied, “Wow…timing ka talaga lagi.” She’s heartbroken and wanted to spill the bucket of tears on me. So, I told her, Let’s go out tomorrow and tell me everything about it! So everything was set. Except my two other super-guy-friends (they don’t know each other), wanted to know if I’m booked for the weekend. Matagal ko na ring di nakikita yung dalwang yun….so I agreed to meet up with them later saturday night. Si Jen na muna, para masabi niya na sa akin ang mga dapat sabihin.
I never had a permanent circle of friends since time immemorial. I never got stuck in a hierarchical group (e.g. mean girls) and tried to be someone else just to fit in. NO! That’s why i hardly invite any kind of heated arguement with anyone. Napapakisamahan at pinapakisamahan ko sila lahat. But that doesn’t mean na nagpapakaplastik ako. I’m just lucky and glad that they love me for who I am. So yun nga, hiwahiwalay friends ko at di magkakakilala…they are the petals around the rose (ako yun!). I’m the one who keeps them together and from falling…meaning?!Bwahaha. And I never tried experimenting on mixing my friends for fear that they may not get along well. Hay…buti na lang, nagkakasundo sila. Kahit ang lakas mangasar ng isa dun.
So anyway, I and Jen were at Mcdo, East Ave. (near our place) when Bonjing and Baby Bro started emerging from nowhere. Initially, I was thinking to take them along with my brothers and the rest of their barkada, but on second thoughts - that wouldn’t be favorable for all (especially for me, because my attention would be totally divided and I would want to spend enough time with them). We wind up gulping down san mig light macho mugs at Quatro in Timog. It was helluva night. It wasn’t a mistake. Hay…old friends are always the best.
