The Badly Written Sitcom

Second
weekend without alcohol, kids. And it was an absolutely good one.

First
off… consider the possibilities of an innocent game of nine-ball with someone
that’s relatively close to you and having it turn into a pseudo-quasi
philosophical debate, relating our playing styles to the way we handle life. Paeng
and I engaged in the seemingly low brow activity and ended up uncovering “Rene-ism”
and “Paeng-tology”. “Rene-ism” discusses the value of doing things at full
bore, with force, stopping at nothing to get what you want. “Paeng-tology”
walks the path of lesser resistance, opting to take the slow and sure approach
in doing things. It was enlightening. I lost the game… so I guess “Paeng-tology”
reigns, at least over the billiards table.

Then,
it was off to

Makati

with to visit the land that birthed what is now considered to be the legendary
webdate team… the group formerly known for being “Angels”. Being three of the
first ones to come along, that little trek brought upon memories galore and a
fresh new perspective on where we all stood as individuals and as a group. No “angelic”,
noble purpose, just three people who belong to a group of people who, despite
the conditions and circumstances during the time, loves and looks out for each
other. I also realized, after the three of us tried to list down as many “famous”
quotes from the team on a little blue notebook, that I actually am a part of
group consisting of the biggest smart asses on God’s green(ish) Earth.

A
couple of days later, for some reason, the little-over-a-summer long civil war
within the group apparently ends. And though it may not be noticeable with the
seemingly dismissive way I handle a lot of things, that fact made me very
happy. Happier than any of them could ever imagine.

Remember,
I was already out there being an actual teacher, something I really loved doing.
It takes something really huge and important to make me leave that. Here I am.
And here we are, apparently. Let’s make more memories for the next time I
decide to take another stroll to another one of our haunts.

(Anyone
who calls me emo because of this post gets a particularly nasty surprise.)                

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