And the babe's name is Mohd. He turned 25 today, quite a year younger than us (he brags about it like at least once a month). He now works in Qatar and he still has not given me any Galaxy chocolates until now. Well what can I say? I tell you almost everyday that I love you and you will always be my babe (sorry Pam, you're still the original). I wish you good health (stop eating chocolates please, you're diabetic and try to exercise because you're getting big) and lots of love from the person we both know you love the most (as of press time, haha joke only Pam). I have been and will always be your friend from jologs days to the professional days and hopefully until we become old and grey. I miss you, really. Our long talks about our lives, other people's lives, frustrations, fears and dreams. I miss our dinners where you always feel compeled to treat us. I miss those rainy days when we sing our hearts out and drink coffee afterwards (of course made by Pam). I miss those nights when we sing "Leaving on a jet Plane" on our way ride home. I miss our pictorials and bedroom scenes with Pam. And I know that even though we don't get to have long talks like we used to, I know that you know what's happening in my life (of course, chismosa si Pam) and I know that yeah, you care (hahaha sarcastic). I don't tell you these things when we talk because I don't want you to be sad there on the other side of the world. But today's an exception. Of course I don't want you to be sad but I am writing this to let you know that you are missed, cared for, and valued much. See you when you come home and better bring me pasalubong! I love you. We love you. Mwah!
Today is also the 1st Anniversary of our Zaido Group. It happened during the birthday celebration of Mohd last year and ironically, we were wearing color coded shirts without even planning about it. And we named our group Zaido because it was quite a popular tv show at that time and the name stuck from then on. We were already friends even during our elementary and high school days but we only became very close after that night. As I have said, Mohd is in Qatar and Iman is already in London. This month, Pam will also leave for London which will leave me here, alone in Cotabato. Cheers friends! And more dreams to fulfill together. Love you all!
I hate you Iman Tumog for leaving the Philippines without telling anyone of us! I should have sent something for a good friend of mine in UK. I promise to kill you when you return back home without our Galaxy Chocolates! I swear I will kill you!
Hahahaha! Good luck on the case though. And kiss your daughter for me.
The author of this blog with Mohd, Pam and Iman in one of our dinners together.MG (noun) - [As much as i want to state its real meaning here, I can't because I might be bombarded with negative reactions from my faithful readers.]
Get to know our two MGs Mohd and Iman. They're our knights in shining armors, constant dates, shock absorbers, brothers, faux lovers, financers, friends, critics, advisers, and chatmates cum textmates. Pam and I love them and I’ll tell you why.
Meet Mohd.
I’ve known him since third grade, we weren’t close friends yet because he was very quiet at that time, shy type daw. He came out of his cocoon during high school and then became the class clown. I like his company because he makes me laugh and we can talk about anything under the sun. he gives a good massage for a scoliotic me. He’s very boastful whenever he has money but always ends up losing everything because we force him to treat us to a posh restaurant. He’s very family oriented and a very good son and brother. What I like about him is the way he treats women with utmost respect. I always tell him that his mother did a great job in raising him. Despite living in a broken family, you can never hear any hint of bitterness whenever he talks about his father.
He’s my classmate during our high school years. We were close at that time because we were seatmates for four years and we once became weekend bike buddies when we were in first year high school. Our friendship grew deeper when we were in Iligan and studied at MSUIIT. Though we lived our own lives there, we saw to it that we get together as often as we can to catch up on each other’s activities. He’s always been supportive of my decisions in life, from shifting courses - to leaving my boarding house for a dormitory – to getting pregnant. He’s not physically there but he emailed, called and texted me to let me know he’s there. We’re like a family.
Bottom line, it saddens me to temporarily lose these two gentlemen. We’ve been eating dinner everyday for more than two months now and it’s like a habit already. Call me clingy but the two of them are my hatid-sundo in school especially when I go home late from class. ^_^ In fact, Mohd fetched me from the salon and drove me to the venue during our graduation ball and Iman cam to rescue me from an ex of mine who offered me a ride home that same night. Isn’t that sweet? He was already sleeping when I called him but he never hesitated to fetch me (and he even complimented me with the way I looked that night). And now that I think of it, I remember that it was also the two of them who fetched me from home and asked my parents’ permission after our graduation day in high school for an eating spree.
Sure I’ll miss our long talks about our lives, dreams, plans and frustrations.
Sure I’ll miss their words of comfort when I feel down.
I’ll miss our dinners together, especially the free ride home.
I’ll miss the laughter, songs and sentimental moments.
Most especially, I’ll miss these two people behind all these.
But our friendship is beyond skin deep and this phase in our lives are needed for us to grow. Besides, the technology we have today won’t make it hard for us to communicate as often as we want to.
(L-R) Iman, Me, Pam, Mohd
