USING OUR SIGNIFICANT PARTS

On our first breakfast club meeting (November 14, 2004, at Cafe Breton, Podium, Ortigas City) --- which by the way I consider successful since there were 6 occupied seats on our table --- we were gathered together in the empty cafe, ordered our crepes and gallettes! Very French indeed, merci beau coup! With french songs streaming from the speakers, and with the not-French servers hovering about, we felt like we were in a Paris cafe --- only in a tropical setting.

In our local colloquial language, we call this kind of breakfast "society" breakfast. This means, it's not the typical Filipino breakfast that we have of fragrant garlic fried rice and a sinfully salted dried fish or preservative- and msg-rich sweetened pork we call tocino, accompanied by cholesterolic sunnyside ups and the delectably sour paombong vinegar. Further, it's a breakfast eaten at a cool pastel colored walled cafe with French words in its menu, and not at a sidewalk bathroom-tiled eatery or a carinderia. (Though I'd give up "society" for this Filipino breakfast too sometimes.)

Our group of 6 females were chatting inside the otherwise empty but cozy cafe. One of the topics that came up was on cysts and lumps. One of our guest breakfast clubber had a cyst removed from her breast. We interviewed her about the operation and all the usual stuff, but we were more concerned about the scar! "Is it a bikini cut? A german cut?"

Well, before I go on, let me just clarify. A cyst is not the enclosed tomb of an emperor in the BC years, and a lump is not the cube of sugar one feeds a horse. They are fluid-filled sacs that form inside breasts or ovaries (I think mostly in reproductive organs, I'm not sure) due to normal cycles in a woman's reproductive system. Most are benign, but some develop into malignant cysts if left unmonitored. Wow! Did that sound like an expert's definition? Well they are! I just searched on the internet! There you go!

So enough of the scientific explanation and all that crap. Let me go to our Breakfast Club theory on how women can prevent cancerous cysts. Women should always be able to make use of all the parts in the reproductive system, whether they're married or not. So our Breakfast Club solution to this problem is to make sure that everything is working properly --- at all times!

An appropriate analogy would be a motor vehicle. The car's motor must always have oil in it, right? But having enough oil is not sufficient to make sure that the car will be in good running condition. You must start the car and make sure the motor runs and the oil should be able to lubricate all the parts of the motor. Only then do you minimize the risk of a stuck-up in the car's motor. How does this relate to a woman's reproductive system? Ah, need I say more?

Since we're not married, the question is, how do we get to use our significant parts regularly to keep them in good running condition? Simple. Find men to help us save ourselves from these cancerous cysts! A noble deed for the women in need!

IS IT SUNRISE YET?

The breakfast clubbers are here!

We are the happily single (sometimes not?), career-crazed (if we do have a career to talk about!), goal-oriented (our common goal: to be married to a clicheishly rich handsome kind man who is --- slightly --- in touch with his feminine side!), forever-dreaming-of-traveling-abroad-together (as in even at least just three of us on the same trip), forever-dreaming-of-traveling-anywhere-with-a-boyfriend-slash-husband (some may not admit to that, but come on...who are we kidding girls?), domesticatedly outgoing (we can go to either extremes!), secretly-afraid-to-grow-old-alone, and low maintenance (the only time we wear make up and really dress up is during weddings of our --- mostly male --- friends, and we even share make up!) females, who graduated from Ateneo Law School at different years during the 90s.

We're all in our 30s and we're proud of it! We don't find any reason to deny our age, because we don't look our age anyway. It's how we feel about ourselves that's important, right?

So anyway, why a breakfast club?

This started out one Sunday morning when two of us were to meet a friend and client --- that is, Minnie's friend who also happens to be my client. We invited Genee to join us, as Genee lives a few houses away from Minnie anyway. We had breakfast at Dulcinea along Tomas Morato in Quezon City, and found ourselves in the midst of bustling senior citizens --- seemingly energetic on a Sunday mid morning!

So to break the "oldies only for breakfast" tradition in the city, Minnie and I decided to formalize a monthly breakfast club with the rest of the females in our group. Well, the males are also invited but they don't seem to be interested to join us for breakfast. (Perhaps they're still tired from the Saturday late nights they have with their girlfriends/wives/partners/etc?) And we plan to meet at different breakfast places around the metro, whenever our means and resources will allow us.

What happens during our breakfast is never planned, so anything goes. But maybe we can cook up something next time, and make this monthly affair more interesting. But hey! With at least a couple of 30-something females, anything --- and I do mean ANYTHING --- is a topic of nonstop conversation! So it will always be an exciting breakfast!

So rise and shine and be with us after the sunrise!