MUCOLYTIC

It was D. and M.’s birthday the other day and the two treated me and several other friends to dinner somewhere at The Fort. I saw Market! Market!, finally, a public market I want to be replicated in every town and city of this country. Joke. Such a swell spot, this place – wide open spaces, wealthy clientele, swanky twin tower designed by I.M. Pei (or so I heard) as backdrop. This area would’ve been my workplace have I accepted that job long ago, but this is not the time for regrets.

It’s my first time to go out and have a little good time, in a long time. Which reminded me of something so painful: I have lost all my friends, and particularly the closest ones, too. Long story. I’ve also ‘lost’ someone because of a call center job, with a work sked so impossible. Am now trying to make a new set of friends wherever I can. It kind of scares me because I’m not the palsy-walsy type, you know… someone who can pretend to be, or actually be, schmoozingly close to someone he has just met. It takes ice ages before I melt down.

But I’ve surprised even myself that I could survive without close friends. My closest friends right now - other than my officemates who double as my enemies anyway, which even things out - are my younger brothers. Not bad. I think as long as I have a family to come home to, and go out with, I'll be okay. At least for now.

It’s the what ifs, though, that’s causing me worry from time to time. What if everyone else gets old enough to find his own life and own place? I guess that’s for God to answer. That's for tomorrow to worry about. I guess it’s about time I thought about… falling? Aw, let me not get into that…