old PE t-shirt
me in my old SBC PE t-shirt

I do not dress up even when I go out, so it should come as no surprise that this is how I dress up (or down, if you must) when I’m at home. Just a baggy (but clean) t-shirt and comfy shorts. And rubber flip-flops of course. The name of the game is comfort, plain and simple.

Nothing beats the comfort of all PE t-shirts. Old, as in elementary-and-high-school-days old. You know, those that are already worn smooth and already yellowish from all the years of use and abuse but still managed to survive intact. It may sound gross and all, but for me it’s not. The older the (baggy) t-shirt, the better.

Same applies to friends, in most cases. Not old, as in chronologically old (I hardly think a 60-year old would have the same interest as I do) but in terms of how long we’ve been friends. Aside from my cousins who’ve been with me since time immemorial, my oldest friends would have to be my two best friends: Ktle and Ketty.

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Me, Ketty, Ktle (taken at Puerto earlier this year)

The three of us have been inseparable since third grade. So that makes our friendship some fifteen years now. A decade and a half. Man, that’s quite a long time. That’s more than half our lifetimes right now. And we’re still together. Not literally since we have different workplaces and all. But when you come right down to it, we’re all still the best of friends after all this time. And I am very thankful for that, and them.

They’ve seen me at my best and stayed with me through my worst. Every major milestone in my life, they are there as first witnesses along with my family. They know me inside and out. I wouldn’t be who I am now if not for them. I love those girls. ♥

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