senti moment
i really haven't blogged in ages. well, except for 4 entries on my multiply, because i had a multiply phase a couple of weeks back. i mean, not here. it's not that i haven't been writing, or getting sentimental, or whatever. it's just that i found that what's actually therapeutic for me is the actual act (eww, "actual act") of typing, of writing, and that as far as that goes, my OneNote pretty much suffices. (admittedly, one of the entries on my multiply occurred because i mistakenly thought i deleted my OneNote... oh well.) still, as i promised migoy, i'd go drop in on his lj now and then, and since he's friend-locked his entries i have to log in to do that.
gis, if you're reading this, i really didn't know you looked at my blog XP i plan on backdating a few entries (lifted from my OneNote naturally), but i dunno when i'll get around to that... (naturally by now they're no longer up-to-date!)
i was randomly clicking links on my friends' pages just a while ago, and i ended up on Gio's blog. well, one entry. and it surprised me to see that he'd linked to here. i was just thinking of him the other day, and i realized i haven't really, REALLY talked with him since - hell, since 2nd year high school. to think that this guy was someone i considered my best friend, or one of two. (i haven't heard from the other one either, but at least i saw and talked with him... oh God, in freshman year?) more than that, to think that Gio and I went to the same college (for a little while); that he became good friends (better friends!) with my roommate and my sometime-twin-figure. is proximity all that is required for a friendship? and without it, does it pass?
("forever," i've said before, "doesn't last two years.")
but that doesn't erase the memories. and i know that there are people with whom a few words, a few moments, suffice, and the emotions do not change. just the last tuesday i had lunch with Ange (it was pretty surreal, eating at SOM Mall with someone who in my mind belongs in Southville, and yet to all intents and purposes she did not look out of place at all). and, surreality aside, it didn't feel awkward. she was just Ange, same as ever. i've felt like this with Myra and Rache and Justine (but then that doesn't surprise me because i've seen him more often and more recently than the others, what with karate and his sister and all). even with monmi, choi, the rest of the SISC gang. (maybe that's because for ten years of my life they were always around, not necessarily close or visible but in any case familiar.) with the 36ers too, if ever we go out, the connection is there despite not seeing each other for ages, or not even greeting each other in the corridors when we do.
yet there are some people whom i can no longer talk to, even though i once considered them very good friends. one of my Philo classmates was one of my two best gal pals back in 2nd year high, and we went through a lot together. but now i can't say much more than "have you read upon Chretien?", and i don't know why. it just feels... off.
why?
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ay grabe small world. Carole just came from a PACS meeting, and she said that (A) once upon a time _____ thought she was "mataray" because she was always with me, because i am "mataray" (?); (B) a certain Andrew Solidum remembered my name because we were classmates back in Pisay (the face comes vaguely back, but yes the name does sound familiar). reminds me of how, when i went on immersion, some guy was like, "Gabay ka ba dati? Magka-batch be tayo?" and, upon hearing my name, goes, "Ikaw ba yung Inez na may crush kay Marc Santos?" OMG naman... he continues: "Kasi ang daming Marc sa mundo, ganun namin siya [inii-specify] - si Marc na crush ni Inez." Wow, three years after i left Gabay, the joke still hasn't grown old. kawawa naman si Marc. Lol.
and speaking of my immersion - i had heard for three days that one of my immersion-mates was a model. oh well, no biggie, it all goes over my head. he was cute, yeah, and very nice (if you read this, i'm not trying to be mean or sarcastic in any way!). but i still had no clue who he was "supposed to be". when my groupmates and i were going home, Ren told me that... he was the Hang Ten dude!
oopsie. after complaining about or making fun of or pitying the model of the Hang Ten billboard that used to stand right in plain sight of the CTC, it was quite a shock to realize i'd actually met the guy! (once again, the queen of meeting-(real or quasi)-celebrities-and never-realizing-who-they-are-until-way-too-late makes her entrance.)
haha. well, actually, i don't remember how he looks in his underwear (as the billboard portrayed). so i can still smile and say hi when i pass him in Soc Sci Foyer between classes. :D
which is a good thing.
gis, if you're reading this, i really didn't know you looked at my blog XP i plan on backdating a few entries (lifted from my OneNote naturally), but i dunno when i'll get around to that... (naturally by now they're no longer up-to-date!)
i was randomly clicking links on my friends' pages just a while ago, and i ended up on Gio's blog. well, one entry. and it surprised me to see that he'd linked to here. i was just thinking of him the other day, and i realized i haven't really, REALLY talked with him since - hell, since 2nd year high school. to think that this guy was someone i considered my best friend, or one of two. (i haven't heard from the other one either, but at least i saw and talked with him... oh God, in freshman year?) more than that, to think that Gio and I went to the same college (for a little while); that he became good friends (better friends!) with my roommate and my sometime-twin-figure. is proximity all that is required for a friendship? and without it, does it pass?
("forever," i've said before, "doesn't last two years.")
but that doesn't erase the memories. and i know that there are people with whom a few words, a few moments, suffice, and the emotions do not change. just the last tuesday i had lunch with Ange (it was pretty surreal, eating at SOM Mall with someone who in my mind belongs in Southville, and yet to all intents and purposes she did not look out of place at all). and, surreality aside, it didn't feel awkward. she was just Ange, same as ever. i've felt like this with Myra and Rache and Justine (but then that doesn't surprise me because i've seen him more often and more recently than the others, what with karate and his sister and all). even with monmi, choi, the rest of the SISC gang. (maybe that's because for ten years of my life they were always around, not necessarily close or visible but in any case familiar.) with the 36ers too, if ever we go out, the connection is there despite not seeing each other for ages, or not even greeting each other in the corridors when we do.
yet there are some people whom i can no longer talk to, even though i once considered them very good friends. one of my Philo classmates was one of my two best gal pals back in 2nd year high, and we went through a lot together. but now i can't say much more than "have you read upon Chretien?", and i don't know why. it just feels... off.
why?
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ay grabe small world. Carole just came from a PACS meeting, and she said that (A) once upon a time _____ thought she was "mataray" because she was always with me, because i am "mataray" (?); (B) a certain Andrew Solidum remembered my name because we were classmates back in Pisay (the face comes vaguely back, but yes the name does sound familiar). reminds me of how, when i went on immersion, some guy was like, "Gabay ka ba dati? Magka-batch be tayo?" and, upon hearing my name, goes, "Ikaw ba yung Inez na may crush kay Marc Santos?" OMG naman... he continues: "Kasi ang daming Marc sa mundo, ganun namin siya [inii-specify] - si Marc na crush ni Inez." Wow, three years after i left Gabay, the joke still hasn't grown old. kawawa naman si Marc. Lol.
and speaking of my immersion - i had heard for three days that one of my immersion-mates was a model. oh well, no biggie, it all goes over my head. he was cute, yeah, and very nice (if you read this, i'm not trying to be mean or sarcastic in any way!). but i still had no clue who he was "supposed to be". when my groupmates and i were going home, Ren told me that... he was the Hang Ten dude!
oopsie. after complaining about or making fun of or pitying the model of the Hang Ten billboard that used to stand right in plain sight of the CTC, it was quite a shock to realize i'd actually met the guy! (once again, the queen of meeting-(real or quasi)-celebrities-and never-realizing-who-they-are-until-way-too-late makes her entrance.)
haha. well, actually, i don't remember how he looks in his underwear (as the billboard portrayed). so i can still smile and say hi when i pass him in Soc Sci Foyer between classes. :D
which is a good thing.