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the opposite of love

it was about two weeks ago when i. told me that an officemate of hers got held-up in quiapo. that was the second time that happened to her. the first time, also in quiapo, only her cellphone was taken from her. this time, however, it was her whole bag, which contained her wallet, cellphone, passport, and i don't know what else.

this person - the one who was held-up twice - used to be a friend of mine. we were actually very close, almost like sisters. she even said that she considered me her best friend. we met in that office where she is still working now. i used to work there too. and because we were so close and we worked on the same things, the people from the other departments in the office found it difficult to distinguish us from each other. they just referred to us as "B1 and B2". whoever was B1 or B2, i can't remember anymore.

we had a good friendship. but a lot of things happened between then and now.

now...there is no friendship to speak of. but the feeling of loss is gone. the hurt is gone. the anger is gone.

and what did i feel after i. told me that this person lost her whole bag in quiapo? nothing.

so, now i know that it's true -- that the opposite of love is not hate.

it's indifference.
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7:28 PM

ikaw ata ung b2. minsan, naririnig ko yan sa office, from people who were clueless and from those who were trying to somehow revive a lost era of friendship.

yes, it was a good friendship, until it was tested and unmasked. and it turned out that it was a "banana friendship" naman pala talaga, hehe.

bebe, i'm glad that you were out of it completely. sabi nga sa kanta na ni-revive ni lea salonga, "i remember the boy [or girl] but i don't remember the feeling anymore".    



7:32 PM

ni-revive pala ni lea salonga yun?    



7:05 PM

ah, wala ka bang kinalaman sa mga pag-holdup sa kanya?    



7:24 PM

may sa utak kriminal tong si ikabodik, hehe. pero baka tama nga, may malakas na motibo e... basta pag may pangatlo pa, di na yun coincidence. ;)    



7:04 PM

balita ko richie may bago kang bag, wallet at cellphone!!!    



11:54 PM

no wonder the number 1 grounds for divorce is irreconcilable differences...    



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