This was our show in the ’90s

There we were, the five of us.  Chatting non-stop, the ladies giggling like little girls, the sole gentleman sounding like the most adult of us all.

For a moment, time seemed to have stopped.  We traveled back and forth in time with our stories. We have gone through the ’80s, the ’90s and the present.

When you are with friends, you can talk about anything.  You can talk about everything.

On our annual (post) Christmas get-together last year, the topic of the night was mostly about making the most of your “every day.”  I guess as we age, we get to realize more the importance of knowing your priorities, as well as of doing things you have always dreamt of doing.  You get to realize how fast time flies and how you should grab each opportunity that is in front of you — opportunity that is connected to a dream you once had when you were very young.  Opportunity to live the life you want to live.  You only live once. #YOLO.

Last Friday, though, on our post Christmas get-together, the five of us touched on health issues seriously.  And when I say “touch on,” I basically mean we discussed and dissected whatever health topic that arose in the conversation.

One of the ladies in the group was hospitalized several days before Christmas and she shared with us her health issues, everything she went through.  What she had was a rare disease that strikes the nervous system.  At first, she said, she thought she was having a stroke.  Her whole body just started feeling numb.  It reached the point where as hard as she wills her hand to move, it just won’t.  Her arm falls limp.

She stayed in the hospital for about a week, was on round the clock IV and medication, her blood constantly being monitored.  Good thing she was able to go home and spend Christmas at home.

It was a scary episode.  As she was relaying her experience, I couldn’t help but think — “But we are not even that old yet!” Then came the realization that well, we are also not getting younger.  And I guess that’s something that we all have to accept.

Getting old is inevitable.


Needs eyeglasses

As we were checking out the restaurant’s menu, one friend said, “I won’t pretend… I’m practically blind. I can’t see these letters anymore.”  Then she stretched out her arms so she can read from afar.

Another friend kindly said, “Oh, you’re just far-sighted!”  Don’t we just love loyal friends?!

The lone guy pointed out how in a year’s time, our topics seemed to have matured — from “living your life,” now we were discussing “health issues.” #Healthiswealth.

Everybody heaved a collective sigh.

Then we all laughed.


I won’t attempt to hide my fear of getting old.  And my friends know this. Being the most vain of us all (I won’t even deny it. That is a fact that has long been established), my friends know that I am afraid of getting old and wrinkled.

Okay, so maybe that’s a bit shallow, compared to the sicknesses that we have been discussing.  But hey, we all have our own concerns 😉

But like I said, growing old is inevitable.  I guess we just have to be more aware of our physical bodies and take the utmost care.  Eat healthy, drink plenty water, find the best exercise for yourself… In my case, take stock of the most effective moisturizers and lotions that will fight the dreaded wrinkles.

I also believe that having a good disposition, being calm and at peace help in keeping and staying young.  You may get old but you don’t have to look like a hag.

But you know what? When you have really good friends — like the ones that I have — growing old together is not that bad.

Surely there will always be a memory to laugh at when you are with your oldest, dearest, truest friends.

#friendsforlife #myfriendsarecrazy #ilovemyfriends


photos via google images


F R I E N D S :-)


The other day I was walking at the mall when I heard a voice call my name.  I looked around and saw one of the moms from my son’s school.  An old friend.  A dear friend that I haven’t seen nor talked to in a long time.

My son and her daughter were classmates when they were in Senior Prep.  They were only 6 years old then.  She’s also a full-time mom like me and we were of the same age.  We instantly hit it off.

Together with two or three other moms with children in the same batch as ours, we would spend our Friday afternoons bringing our kids to the arcade.  We would wait for hours as our little ones play arcade games to their hearts’ delight.  While the kids play, the adults chat… and chat and chat.  And I mean chat in person…

Ours was a friendship strengthened by the fact that our children were friends, as well.  We would talk about anything and everything.  Relationships, parenting, school issues, you name it.

Fridays were for arcade games or malling or eating out.  Holidays were for swimming.  Halloween was for trick or treat parties.  Life was so much easier then.  Everything seemed so light.  Happiness was seeing and hearing our kids laughing together.  Like a glass of sparkling wine, everything seemed light and bubbly.

sunny day, sweepin’ the clouds away…


And then the kids grew up… and they started having their own set of friends.  Different sets of friends.  The girls chose to be with other girls… the boys hang out with other boys.

The laughter and giggles disappeared.  All of a sudden they were ill at ease with each other.  At one gathering, the girls only spoke to each other… the boys either kept their eyes glued on their PSPs or drowned out the outside noise using their earplugs.  And so while the moms were chatting away, the children were in their own separate worlds.

It was a sad sight, really.


I can’t exactly pinpoint when everything changed for my son.  I think it began when he started playing baseball… and took baseball seriously.  He gained new friends — mostly boys — and they had something in common… the love for the sport.  They can talk baseball for hours and not get tired.

I tried asking my son to spend time with his old friends, but eventually, I had to give it up since we didn’t have too much time to spare.  Our lives revolved around baseball.  And yes, they have all grown up and they (my son and his childhood friends) have begun to choose for themselves the people they would hang out with.

they chose each other

You really cannot choose your child’s friends for him.  Hard as you try.


I haven’t seen this mom for quite some time and I was really thrilled when I saw her at the mall.  It was quite nostalgic.  We’ve known each other for seven years, but for the past three years, I have been pretty much out of touch.  Seeing her again made me remember the days when our kids were much, much younger.  When life was light and easy…

The past couple of years have been quite difficult for me in the “friendship” area since I have experienced betrayal of someone whom I thought was a good friend.  At my age, I never expected to fall victim to someone who acts like a real, genuine friend one day then stab you in the back the next.  I thought that only happens in high school.

I never thought that at this point in my life, I will end up being paranoid as to who I can or should trust.  I thought the parents of my son’s friends will also be MY friends.  I thought that this baseball world that we are involved in will create more friendships for me and my family.

Well, it did.  But then it also taught me not to be too trusting.  I learned the hard way.


to true friendship

I am having lunch with Mrs. Light and Bubbly sometime next week.  I feel bad for neglecting them all those months that I was busy with baseball.  I realized that relationships have to be nurtured.

Even though I was busy with other things and my son has outgrown arcade games, I should have taken time for my friends.  I didn’t have to “outgrow” them, too.

Good thing it’s never too late to rebuild a friendship.  And when you are in the company of REAL friends, despite the length of time that has passed since you have last seen each other, well, the trust is still there.  The love is still there.

Everything’s still light and bubbly.


credits: photos via google image, stockphoto.com