{ Ramblings }

LIFE AFTER TABLE 3

Table_03 is what my group of friends call themselves. We always joke about talking about our dreams, our plans in life and basically what our life will be after college and spending time with Table_03.

Only one people in our group knows my thoughts about life after Table_03. These thoughts came after a big fight with my tatay and over a roastbeef meal at Gilligan's in Makati. As I've mentioned before, I am torn between staying and leaving. One of my reasons would always be my friends. These guys and gals have been with me for almost a year now and no matter how corny and cliche-ish it would seem, they are my second family. My life with Table_03 are filled with laughter, hugs, horsing around, and food escapades.

My Table_03 family held me together during the times that I was so lost and scattered. They are the people who put a big smile on my face whenever sadness, loneliness or my extreme moodiness strikes. They are the few people who put up with my telenovela life and my weird fashion sense. They are the ones who always notices and makes fun of my being sablay-- always pointing out that I shouldn't be wearing my Bitch of the West socks with my semi-formal attire. They are the ones who would always fetch me in Jovie's ride with their windows down, Cassie in the passenger seat hollering: "Magkano ka iha?". They are the people who always believed in me during the times I lost everything because I took the risk with ex-Honey. They are one of the group of people that touched my life and shaped me into the Angel that I am today.

Life after Table_03 is hard to imagine. I'm not the type of person who easily forgets friends and acquaintances. Once some kind of bond and attachment is formed, I will keep it and strengthen it. During the short time I've spent with these people I've shared so much of myself and I've known so much about these people. There wouldn't be life after Table_03 because Table_03 and me would and will always have that certain bond called: FRIENDSHIP.