(If you read my blog on Multiply... stop reading) There are Places I Remember...

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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