Years ago when I came to Manila, I communicated with my good friend Vienna to file for a day leave to accompany me to my job interview in Makati. From time to time, we chatted about my interviews-- if I made it or if I already found a job.

Things then centered on my employment. Now, employment is no longer that interesting. We no longer talk about those tough interviews. Early this week, we discussed if we are attending the baptism of our classmate’s kid or not.

We’re aging, she suggested. After talking about the cheerful story that one of our classmates is now building a family, we shifted to the reason why she stayed in Baguio for a couple days. She was admitted to the hospital.  She did not know I was also in the hospital waiting for my appointment. I sent her my selfie in the hospital.


Vienna shared to me that she had some problem, while I admitted I had series of gout attacks in the past days. Tomorrow, I am set to see the doctor for the test results.

Time has changed. Health is now a huge concern to us. We no longer talk about the media companies that we wanted to work with, we no longer argue about the theories we learned in school.

Every summer since I came to Manila, I suffer from series of gout attacks. This year, I did not go to work for three days and literally suffered from excruciating pain.

Last week, I was on scrolling through posts on Facebook. There I saw a neighbor who is a year younger than I am, tying the knot with his other half.

Aging, I was reminded again.