Memoirs of an Amnesiac

There is something far more ineffable than merely saying that one is in the presence of friends. The endless chatter, the conversations that resemble that of the Arabian Nights, the somewhat effervescent tete-a-tete just to pass away a hiatus that's been nagging one on hectic weekdays are some of the reasons for such confluence.

It all started with one thing: our fascination with siomai. I never knew that we would click right then and there. We never mentioned about it in the forums, only seen and interacted in the chat box and yet this seemingly unified fascination for siomai acts like a cohesive material (like that wrapper hugging the meaty stuff) to whatever we have at the moment. I am no fan of brands. I don't like putting names to anything. I don't call it friendship nor is it a relationship, (for doing so would mean demeaning it and putting it in a box, preempting something that is bound to last a lifetime), rather it is a certain fondness for each other that makes the whole escapade (whatever we decide to get ourselves into) a whole lot meaningful and fun.

Now, where are my manners? Let me introduce you to the 2B (or those two wonderful persons who influenced me).

Meet Boggart. She's not the typical girl-next-door type. She could prowl on you (like a tigress, protective of her territory) or miss you as if you've never seen each other for a lifetime. She really takes care of you and goes out of her way to prove to you that you matter. I'd say she's like siomai, so soft outside (like the wanton wrapper) and meaty and a whole lot sensible inside. Like siomai, you can't separate her from her wrapper, you'll just have to devour her, along with her idiosyncrasies. My association with her was somewhat predestined for lately we had known that we're relatives somewhere (maybe a few times removed).

Then there's Bruno. I met him through Boggart who happens to be his coworker while he was still in the BPO industry. He is a guy who would listen to a girl's woes even when they don't concern him at all. He has this knack for conversations (probably because he gets in touch with his feminine side a lot through incessant workouts in the gym and those manly fetishness that I have no care about).

And I am Bruce, Boggart's twin, life-partner, alter ego and what-have-you. We mostly meet on Saturdays or Sundays, whichever day the urge to meet them surfaces. Bruno had to migrate and that left Boggart and me all to our selves. But the fondness remains, despite the distance.

What topics do we usually delve into? No one really knows. Only the siomai and the mud coffee are the nonliving proofs of such great times.