it is saturday night — and here i am — sober, lonesome, and alone.

who would’ve thought that after all these years, i will bid — albeit momentarily — goodbye to my erstwhile best buddies, red horse and tanduay 65 years?

a semester ago, this would’ve been unimaginable — because i had such a fun group of friends — and we made the most out of our friendship by getting intoxicated and traversing the world of spirits in between fits of unstoppable laughter and endless life stories.

we were inseparable back then — and we met at the most unexpected moment of our lives. we were a fun bunch — axionistahs was what our teachers called us — and we immortalized that name during lazy noontime, early afternoon, and all-nighter drinking marathon sessions.

gahd, i miss them — some of them graduated already; some have taken up law; some are still in school but have formed new cliques; still some have yielded to the reality of growing up and maturing, and have since decided to settle down and start families of their own.

it saddens me when my friends outgrow me — i have so much emotional attachments placed on friendships — and everytime a friendship dies — either deliberately or through time — i mourn for the lost times and the moments spent together.

and this is one of those pensive episodes of my emo life — gahd, i miss them so much, and i wonder, when will we be intoxicated once again — and, for a fleeting moment, be reminded that this life is more beautiful than how we imagine it to be.