All Is Well

As I write this, I just changed into my usual sando and boxer short ready-to-sleep attire. I got home revived from an overnight stay with Barkadang Walang Panglan at Arianne’s crib in Silang, Cavite.

Prior to my distressing, I suffered through four gruelling days of overstaying at work. Tuesdays and Wednesday were spent 0930 P.M. for lay outing a news release for our Foundation, Thursday was spared in preparation for our company’s Trick or Treat. That one was until 1000 P.M., and then Friday morning our call time was 0700 A.M. Included in the list of the hurdles was the recent typhoon. With all these in mind, I only thought of one reward: by Saturday and Sunday, I will be with my dear college friends and genuinely enjoy their company.

As part of bonding with my long missed and equally burdened friends, we watched the film Three Idiots Pre; Bollywood film focusing on the story of three engineering students-turned-best friends and their journey through fighting for love, pursuing passion, overcoming fear, and doing everything imaginable (and unimaginable) for a friend.

I know that those of you have watched the film may be teary-eyed now or to better put it, crying. I understand you; for I fell in love with the film as easily as within the first ten minutes. The screenplay is simply beautifully-written. I bet the writer is someone who has been either through so many trials and triumphs in his life or has been unfairly favored with the gift of writing by our Master Scribe. The film is heartwarming. I cannot stop crying not because it is painful, but because it is so inspiring. It made me miss my guy friends Derick and James. Needless to say, among my groups of friends, they are the only ones whom I have not reunited with, yet.

Good news no. 1

The film taught us that whenever we feel unsure, worrisome, afraid, or hopeless, we just have to tap our hearts and whisper ‘all is well’.

Indeed, all is well when you are surrounded by seven of your countless trusted buddies and you are excluded from the hustle and bustle of the metro. All is well when you swap doing the chores, cooking food, buying them in the groceries, and taking pictures. All is well when you know that you missed them and you would endlessly chat in the dining table and the sala. All is well when you know that even if tomorrow you would have to work, you can recall two long days of laughing and loving inside your comfort zone. All is well when you know that after all, they got your back and you got theirs. All is well when you know that no matter how hard hitting your jokes may be, it only meant to say ‘I love you friend’. All is well when I am writing this blog and cannot contain my emotions because I know that we felt better inside and out after our reunion. :’)

 Good news no. 2

I felt particularly excited for Sunday morning because I was anticipating our release in Manila Standard Today. We made a publicity deal with them as part of promoting the efforts of my team, Megaworld Foundation.

By the time I got the copies, I felt thrilled and glad because for one, I was given a chance to do it. Second, it is part of a special edition called ‘CSR giving back to the society’. And third, it was a testament that I can still do things I learned back in school.

B Roll (cut scenes)

By late night, we watched The Hangover II and laughed hard because Chow is one stoned, died, and resurrected bitch, and Alan is annoyingly immature.

We took a series of secret shots of two porn aspirants as inspired by Japanese Hentai. In case you’re wondering, the pics are decent enough to be kept in a comfort room or in a drawer, along with tissues and alcohol. LOL.

We intended and insisted that we swim in the club house but Ayang said otherwise. No one was able to convince (tame) her.

Nadz has a French suitor. Hsam knows the story. We barely do.

Gamz and Ayang nailed most of the pictures themed ‘high fashion’ and ‘sensual’ while I won the ‘alien’ category. Does this mean something? Am I ugly or are my friends really bitchy? Haha.

Hsam is a promising home wrecker. Actually, Mylene predicted she would be one without her 'knowing it'. I can picture Hsam, 40 years old, cyring in the corner and cursing Mylene for that. Sadly Hsam, you first knocked on glass, not on wood. Joke. But it’s okay, as per Zenaida Seba:

Ang mga tala ay gabay lamang. Mayroon tayong free will, gamitin natin ito... Your call, friend.

We drank and barely emptied a Tanduay Mojito. It does not taste good even when cold. Nobody got drunk and/or tipsy.

Kath lost a lot of weight. Her hair cut fits her so much better. She works as a specialist for a water-distribution company. We thought she is a receptionist.

Even when we are already friends for four years, we had A LOT of awkward moments during dinner. I don’t why but we were just crazy that night. We even tried to stop talking to each other over dinner but by at most, ten seconds, we were bursting with laughter. It was just pleasantly, happily awkward.

Encore

God, I feel so blessed. And I thank You because You surely know how to uplift broken motivations, refocus distracted people, and reunite an awesome barkada.