Nico and Bobby fail The Amazing Race

Mar 4, 2011 by

Many times have I attempted to write something about Nico but it all drained down to nil. Several reasons: literary asphyxiation, weather imbalance, malnutrition or political disturbances.  I have written poems about friends, poems of grandeur admiration — lyric and passionate. I don’t know if Nico knows that but I have made him some odes in the past. He, in return, posted the lyrics of “That’s All I Ask of You” from Phantom of the Opera. See what I mean why we’re the best of friends?

I have seen Nico fall in love and fall out of love. I would like to believe that I am his most treasured vault of secrets because since time immemorial, I have chronicled his adventures (and misadventures) in such a manner that I sometimes take the place of his own sub-conscious. I can be him. He can be my alter-ego. We always take pleasure on exchanging stories about our lives, learn from each other’s naiveté and grow a day at a time. We know when to give and when to take (though Nico knows how much I love ‘just taking’). Our complimenting personalities have allowed us to respect our differences and love our similarities. I could not remember having a fight with Nico — being in this friendship for almost 9 years now. Maybe a spat or two over some really silly things, but we have dealt really maturely. We talked about how we want to be known as friends, and as you can see, I guess you know what symphony of images we both have worked on: Spain-Prague Attitude + Lions and Castles and the Monarchs + Kevin’s Ounce of Brilliance + Boracay Loyalty + UP – La Salle Delight = Nico and Bobby. Of course we’re not like, Gods, but there are signs of becoming.

We once tried our luck in joining the reality TV bandwagon and we set up a full shooting schedule for The Amazing Race. We failed. And because we failed, we bonded over beers instead.

We once spent an entire morning in Boracay singing til sun up. It was one of the best, best vacations I have ever had.

We once were druggies. I popped a vee. No, make that two. After Nico prodded me to try and feel being happy on vee. I dropped. Literally. The next thing I knew it was 8 AM and everyone else has gone home from that big Slinky event in Boracay.

We once were escapists. Running away quietly and made people wonder. It was exciting and would love to do it again.

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m proud to introduce to you my best friend, Nico Golez.

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. Running away quietly and made people wonder. It was exciting and would love to do it again.

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m proud to introduce to you my best friend, Nico Golez.

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