We met in 1994. Squatted in the college quad our freshman year till we established our own hangout place under a huge tree surrounded by benches. We may have carved our group name’s initials on that tree. When it rained, our spot was the second set of steps by the library. Thesis and projects (maybe a relationship or two) would make one of us disappear for a couple of weeks, but we’d always resurface at those same spots. We experienced a lot of firsts with one another, including stepping on a snail while drunk (it was an accident!).
17 years ago, we were all hanging out under that tree (and may have experienced a fallen higad or two). We’d be cramming for tests, singing to whoever’s on the guitar (or with whoever wanted to sing acapella), doodling in our barkada’s logbook (a real live group blog!), arguing (sometimes), and laughing (lots of times). Unlike relationships with then-boyfriends and then-girlfriends, we stuck to one another all throughout college, and way after college.
It’s 2012, definitely way after college. The bonds stay present, the bonds stay strong. I don’t know if that tree or the steps are still there. We don’t need that tree or the steps to make us feel like we’re still in college anyway. Put us anywhere together and it’ll be the same old us (give or take a couple of pounds).
I wanted to end this blog entry with some cheesy friendship quote, but I couldn’t find a saccharine one that captured our group’s relationship. I found this instead:
“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.” — Bernard Meltzer
You don’t get to 17 years without a couple of cracks. Heck, even if one of us eggs breaks we’ll stick by one another. Check us out in 17 years and I just know we’ll still be together, cracks and all. Yep, my friends are a bunch of good eggs. They’re the best eggs I know. <3