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Cook, teacher, nurse, janitor, chauffeur, entertainer, maid, referee, supporter, and can make anything better with a kiss! :) I'm also a human jungle gym, my fingers are teething rings, my shirt's a permanent burp rag, my lap's a changing pad and my hair is used as a monkey rope! :) Yes, I'm a mom! :)

Wednesday, December 08, 2010


I was recently browsing photos from my Facebook and Multiply account and I came across old pictures during my high school days, college days and reunions. I seldom talk to my classmates now. My best friends during those times of my life do not speak to me anymore. We are friends in Facebook, but they never thought of writing on my wall or sending me a PM to ask how I'm doing. I don't even know if they are aware that I gave birth to my second child. Once, I was even a little upset because my best friend during high school "forgot" to invite me to her 18th birthday. I found it weird that she "forgot" to invite me because the whole class was invited! When I asked her about it, she told me she wasn't able to invite me because she didn't know how to get in touch with me. How odd, because at that time, she was my friend in Friendster and Multiply and we had mutual friends who I was still in touch with. A pathetic excuse, but I just let it go. I sort of blame myself for having drifted apart. Maybe because of our differences on the the way we are living our lives. I devoted myself to parenthood, while most of them are devoted to their jobs. Or they're probably too busy to remember their old friends.

I often wonder how my old friends are now. The last reunion I went to was 2 years ago. I have no idea if they tried to organize another because no one is telling me. My friends are young and and they're successfully climbing up the corporate ladder. But, I noticed that there is something so worn down about them, so benign and unassuming, that I see them as part of my family because they were a huge part of my childhood. I wonder how I could have failed to realize that they have been aging along with me all these years, going through more or less the same stages - for those who have married and have kids, rearing their children; working late and dealing with break-ups.

I guess I'm just missing my old friends, I still see them as fragile and uncertain as they were back in elementary or high school. Somehow, I still picture them fretting over pimples, who's an item, grades, after school practice, Christmas parties, graduation pictures, and prom night. :)


  1. it would be great if you organize a reunion for your batch especially this holiday... I'm sure most of them are on vacation and free to attend such parties...
    I'm sure they feel the same way too..

  2. ohh well… I remember I wrote a poem about friendship

  3. They might go abroad. :) I'm not good at organizing events. :)

    Thanks for sharing the poem! :)