Last week I realized how I’ve been neglecting myself when a good foot scrub with soft music and scented oil and a manicure afterwards can send me to seventh heaven. Or maybe I’m just getting old (ouch, array, aguy pa jud!). Gone are the days when my favorite past time was ballroom dancing, hanging out with my friends and listening to bands. Nowadays, I find ballroom dancing tiring and listening to bands a torture specially when all the songs they sing have almost the same tunes and indiscernible lyrics. Now my weekends are spent swimming, hunting for ukay ukay or hanging out with my “virgin” friends, we call our group the “virgin people” and I won’t elaborate even if you point a gun on my head hehehehe. Anyways, having another set of friends aside from my DTI friends is also quite a revelation to me. Another sign of old age? Maybe, but I realize that I need this and I’m sure my “other friends” understand it too. Its just that when I’m not working, I crave for activities or conversations that has nothing to do with work, and to do things that I’ve never done before. And anyway, I consider my DTI friends as family, someone whom I could always run to when I’m down and I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I could always count on their support whenever and wherever and their acceptance and love for me come-what-may. And if one of them is reading this, I know he/she would say, “OA mo ha! Whatever!” It’s true though, we’ve come a long way, these friends of mine, we’ve been together in almost all significant events and moments of our lives, from birth to death in the family literally. We are so attuned to each other’s moods that we only have to look at each other and know what the other is thinking or about to say. It’s quite uncanny to think that people from different backgrounds, with no blood ties at all can love and accept each other like family. I guess what they said about adoption is true with friendship, “there are two ways of having children, from the womb and from the heart.”