Friends

I shriek in public. I don’t have problems expressing myself. I can tell my stories with all the fancy gestures and sound effects. I can imitate all the characters in my stories--I do all of that exceptionally well when I’m with my closest friends.

I have three very beautiful girlfriends in college. Certified heartbreakers (yihee!), campus crushes, and very intelligent human beings—dangerous package indeed. Whenever I’m with any of them, I feel like I am a guy from nowhere. Well, I don’t look bad. They’re just exceptionally beautiful.

I miss a lot of our triumphant college moments. There was a time when we joined a debate tournament, just for fun, oozing with confidence that winning was next to our names. I don’t exactly remember winning in that round, but we were good! Even in simple class debates, we stood up for each other no matter what. We shared pains, laughters, narcissistic moments, etc.

Now, we barely meet. Exchanging text messages is even rare.

But whenever we meet, the old wisdom is there. Distance and time will find it hard to shake that bond. There’s that familiar connection, traces of ourselves that surface only when we see each other.

Call me nuts, but what am I going to do without my (fabulous) friends.

P.S. : Here at PhilRice, I also have fabulous friends. We call ourselves the FFF—Fabulous Friends of FilRice. Haha!