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A Flower in a Foodie's World

When you call a guy, who's in the presence of 7 girls, the rose among thorns, you'd know the world has indeed been turned upside down. I think he'll relish the fact that we've been blogging about him since he's a self-proclaimed "attention whore" but it can't be avoided when you feel like your seeing the " greener grass on the other side" so to speak.

Picture this...

After an exhausting, never ending and extremely boring class, you find a group of friends heading off into the night for a quick bite. You have seven girls and two guys, one who's always been part of the group and another who recently started to join them for meals. Everyone starving and itching for some Japanese food offered by the newly built Tokyo Tokyo inside the campus.

It was 8:30 in the evening. A perfect time to hit the usual jam packed restaurant because there was a long table that could accommodate the group who talks way too much and laughs way too loud. I believe they have effectively overpowered the stereo system that tried to blast out Arashi's Love So Sweet.

It was a typical night for the group of friends who'd unwittingly switch on fangirl talks and occasionally let real life conversations interrupt the talk about who's been carrying her favorite idol's picture in her bag (half of them do, the author of this blog included :D).

"How much would we spend at Binondo tomorrow? I'm bringing the boyfriend."

As this blog owner's father told her, they're foodies, always on the hunt for the next restaurant to spend tons of money on and pig out like it wasn't anyone's business. This month it was Binondo, a trip that has been postponed for months. The question valid and the request reasonable. But what if within that group of friends the one uttering those words was the guy you've been hanging out with since sophomore year in college? And what if in the middle of the hearty laughs and the girls mercilessly attacking their bentous with chopsticks, you have him eating his california maki and exclaiming once again that he was on a diet?

Something has to be wrong with the alignment of the stars...

My friends and I have been living in single land and there really isn't anything wrong with that but it becomes an entertaining topic for conversation when people start to consider separating from the group hoping upon hope Mr. Right comes knocking.

Boy did that get lots of laughs.

Two people (I being one of them) started plotting how we should get boyfriends already since our 20th birthdays were about a month away. Some had more time than the others and one passed by the mark. And then you have him say once again, "Once you set deadlines it's never going to happen. These things come naturally."

I repeat. Something has to be wrong with the world.

The girls eat like guys, the guy is on a diet. He checks his reflection way too many times to count, the girls hardly find time or actually have the interest to fish out their mirrors. He has a boyfriend, the girls are all single.

I just love how life can be this ironically amusing.

the world is in shambles

Seven girls went down on their bentous as if these bentous were enemies of the night, mercilessly sticking their chopsticks anywhere where food is. They laughed boisterously and hummed Arashi's "Love so Sweet" and cursed Jun's nasal voice as the music floated in the air. They were the typical Korean drama heroines---underfed pigs who chomped on their food as if there is no tomorrow. The eighth member of the 'biscuit gang', on the other hand, delicately chewed on his California Maki with his head down.

"Is that you're all gonna eat?" The seven girls asked in wonder, staring at his 8-piece California Maki accusingly.

"I'm on a diet." He said softly as the seven girls watched him with varying expressions of amusement and frustration on their faces.

I repeatedly poked my tonkatsu feeling frustrated and amused at the same time, as his words echoed ominously inside my head. It was as if, I was walking upside down, or more correctly, living upside down.

The past few days seemed unreal to us---perhaps it was only the darkness and the shadows of the night that scared the reality away. Just the other night, his boyfriend came to fetch him and send him home and Nicole, Ana and Meg stood by their side looking like Joshua's personal body guards. I remember raising my oreo in toast to their relationship---just as we do an oreo toast for everything that we should celebrate.

There was only one implication of that: we're all the thorns and he's the only rose. Just because, he's on a diet and we're not [we're generally unconscious of what, how, where and when we eat], he's got a boyfriend and we have none [and we're already nearing 20], he's quiet and we're boisterous [too boisterous to invade the whole of Tokyo Tokyo] and he checks his appearance twice in an hour when we check ours five times in 24 hours.

Him being "that way" or whachamacallit has never been an issue with us, or more correctly, accepting it came naturally like when he said, "My boyfriend is coming" in a very casual manner as if it was an everyday thing. I personally don't have the proper term to call his "that way" tendencies because I have been oriented that gays in the Filipino society "cross-dress" and "acts ten times bitchier" than the average girl is. I may be stereotyping but every gay I meet in the street does those Pinoy criteria I just mentioned. Or maybe, I just haven't met his category.

There have been many write-ups regarding how closet gays actually feel when the society ostracize them for swerving. But for people like us----not the general women population----I think it must be taken in consideration that we can accept and support them as long as they don't make a big issue out of it. We understand that there is fear because we know that fear is a natural emotion when someone thinks there's "something wrong" wijavascript:void(0)th him. But there are always people who are ready to accept and support.

You know we luuuuuurve you.

A completely different love situation plus oreo love

Last night's dinner was fun. No, it was the superlative of that.The feeling was super refreshing. Eating with the gang is always an affair to remember. Never in my life I have experienced this kind of happiness with my friends.

We were talking about the love sitution of our group: How ironic that the only rose among the thorns (Joshua being the rose), has a boyfriend and that the seven crazy fangirls have none. We have Raydon as our honorary member during that particular night, and though i was worried that he might not cope with our eating habits, i found out that he too has a big appettite and that he completely understands our fangirl world.

You see, we rarely talk about the situation of our hearts, because really, there is nothing to talk about. We were all walking on the singles lane, except Teresa and of course, Joshua. But, we don't really care about it. We are happy with one another and I joked that we might as well turn ourselves into lesbos!

Most of us are turning 20, and right now, I am worrying whether or not I would have a boyfriend before my time expires. We set deadlines to this problem, but Joshua said something about not giving yourselves deadlines.

I love my friends and I see myself growing up in this friendship. We all raise one another with love and with respect. People might see me differently and I have no problems with that. As long as the 8 of them knows the real me, I am completely okay with that.