Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Google, Paris Hilton, Boy Abunda, and other stuff

By tomorrow, Mordsith will be about halfway her midterms. (Let it be known, by the way, that she is really "uncontactable" -- hehehe -- at this point. Really.) I am sure she's so dead-tired during this part of the day (well, night).*

Na-miss ko naman bigla ang kaibigan kong ito... :-(

You see, usually after her classes, we talk about different stuff -- from Baron Geisler's superb acting skills (hehehe), latest scientific breakthrough, why the Chinese are wrong about their contention that time traveling is not possible, to why Apalit, Pampanga is the next big thing in the history of the Philippines (sorry, Mordsith, just prove me wrong once you have the time to go online again). Now, because of her exams and her preparations for this, I am left with no one but my dear friend, Blogger, to talk to. Hehehe. Drama.

Mordsith, in case you'll pass by your blog anytime today, I have some news for you:
  • Google acquired Motorola
  • Paris Hilton is in town. And I heard she lost her phones her in Manila...?
  • Koko is now a senator.
  • Boy is being eyed to be the next DOT secretary.
Goodluck!!! :-)

*Hayyyy... If only our bodies are like hp batteries that can be plugged in to a wall socket for immediate recharge...

Thursday, October 28, 2010

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.