of the same feather

After a long while, I was able to bond again with some of my friends from my old office, starting with a little chat in my place in Manila and ending with a dinner in Makati.

So many things have changed since we started becoming friends, the most prominent of which is two of them already married each other, as a result of a whirlwind romance (ala Robin and Mariel haha). Nevertheless, the kind of conversation never changed at all. It has always been funny, always with a dose of humor. With these people, even the most serious of talks can elicit a funny line. We never get tired of talking of old television shows, and cartoons, and magical creatures, talking as if we are so old and at the same time so young. Still, we sometimes talk of politics, latest discoveries, extenze side effects, current affairs, radio personalities, and even showbiz. Everyone has a story to tell.

I guess it is true that birds of the same feather flock together. Almost all of us like rock and its variations. We enjoy the same TV shows. We (sometimes) act like children. We like reading. We love laughing. We love teasing. The list goes on and on.

The most important things is, we feel at home with each other. With them, I can be nobody else but myself. No pretensions whatsoever.