personal exit.

yesterday afternoon, my friend jesse and i rendezvoused in robinson to meet ann(who’s around for the Sinulog) in ayala. while inside the jeepney, our discussion veered towards how many of our original “lagoon friends” entered the sacred ground of uhrmm…Parenthood. To our surprise, the head count had reach a dozen or so. And mind you, that’s just counting the male side(we haven’t got the chance to count the female friends or concluded that they are espoused to the male on the same circle). and as if too afraid to come up with a rational justification, we receded to a safe conclusion and began to evoke the eternal cliche of “it happens, because it happens” (a slightly off-tangent yet positive take on Murphy’s Law). it’s a stupid and illogical rationalisation, i know, but what better way to make a safe excuse. ahhh, the follies of youth.

walking all the way from ayala to mango opens the floodgate of not-so-distant memories. mostly good, some bad. which happens because it’s supposed to happen. and so the three of us swapped gossips, interests, experiences, murakami, movie quotes, mushy films, mushy soundtracks, baby stories, how-are-yous, and whatnot.

we still laugh at the same old running (inside) jokes, but we now live different lives.