On friends

A friend of mine gave a great insight about me regarding friendship. It has something to do with our other friend whose presence in gimmicks i absolutely love and hate at the same time. I love it that she's so bubbly that she's opinionated, that she's witty and you need to constantly catch up with the banter. But these are the same things i hate about her at times--that her opinions are sometimes so disagreeable, or negative, that conversations are exhausting, its like a mental 100 meter dash but taken to marathon proportions.

But deny and complain as i may, I really do like her presence. She has the ability to bring out the best in me--i feel like i am at my wittiest, my bubbliest when i'm with her. I like the me that she brings out. She never crosses the line (for she values her privacy even more than i do) yet im less of everything that i hate about myself--less shy, tongue-tied or uneloquent. Though i believe that we shouldnt rely on others to complete us, friends really do help in revealing the great persons we already are.

On getting older...

When you were in college with limited allowances, you were happy with an order of 3 piece siomai and 2 cups of rice and McDonald's was a treat. Dencio's was regular gimmick fare and you'd go to a Greenbelt retaurant for extra special occasions like Christmas celebrations.

When you start working, you realize how hard it is to make money and though you can afford to eat in swankier places, you opt not to because your computations reveal that a dinner can cost you a day's wages.

But after several years of working and several wage hikes down the road, no resto is too expensive and no luxury is too great because you've been working so hard, you deserve to enjoy every peso you make. And sometimes, you end up with less money than you did when you started. When life was less complicated and your joys less sophisticated (or expensive!). Don't you miss the old days?

Seasons of Life

I just learned that one of the nicest and friendliest security guards in Burnett passed away due to a heart attack. He was just 40 something. The father-in-law of our officemate just passed also. So did my uncle. All in a span of a few weeks. I dunno if its just coincidence but it seems like we are in the middle of a season of death. It's weird how life events such as weddings or births, hook-ups (and break-ups!) can be totally be absent for most of the year then suddenly occur consecutively, almost as if a higher power is really orchestrating life.