My good friend (not to say the annointed saint of my college tropa) Bheng texted this morning to inform me that our good friend Lynn recently passed the board exams for nurses and is inviting the same old college tropa for a good out of town party. i have yet to sms my response but there’s one clear thing that i know: GOD, I FREAKIN’ MISS THESE PEOPLE…
When we were still in college we only worry about these things: passing our exams, having extra money for petty gimiks, winning the affection of our college crushes, remaining in the dean’s and scholars list… ang simple lang ng problema namin nun pero feeling namen babagsak na ang langit. if we want to go out and act cool — we try to cut class ang hang out all day sa Centerpoint. Pag may oras, we go to Andro’s place in SJDM to raid their kitchen cupboard and mull our future at Andro’s haunted bedroom. Eventually, we all have graduated…had our own jobs, had our own cause in our petty corporate lives, had our families and significant others, had our not so petty worries and violent misgivings in life. In short, WE GREW UP.
Sometimes, I wish we haven’t. Sometimes, I wish we were still in college and we still worry about zits and chocolate-scented boys. Sometimes, I wish we were still in Andro’s haunted bedroom and we still worry about sleeping space. Sometimes…sometimes…sometimes…
Yet, you know I have always been proud of my college crowd…we all achieved something in life, we all became someone and somebodys in the daily corporate grind and the usual hellish life. We were all somebody…and God, I wish…I sincerely wish they are happy… we are all happy.
Like scattered pieces of the puzzle, I know someday we will all fit together to form one pice…eventually our roads will meet again, again being part of one freaky, hellish scary family of dreamers. the same people we once was…
december passed by in one nauseting blur. apparently my schedule screams violently as manifested by tea bag sized eye bags and a penchant for freaky stupors of nonchalance. i was tired — that is an understatement. the first week of december passed by like vehicles on NLE at 3am. as the colors of the season change to the usual arresting colors of red and green, mixed with poinsettia yellow — again, i have developed this weird attitude towards xmas and the fakeness of the season.
don’t get me wrong — i respect the season. mainly because i looove the fact that one little child was born to save the world, and the bunch of pathetic loser sinners inhabiting it. but you know what i hate: i hate the silly christmas carols (in their various editions), i hate the blatant consumerism and commercialism as represented by bottled and packed variations of christmas, i hate the traffic, i hate the swarms of people that seems to be everywhere. i hate the fact that i have to spend every single minute with people i detest and i have to — mainly because its xmas and ur supposed to be nice to everyone — even if you’d rather not share the same breathing space with these scumbags. i hate the fact that christmas is now synonymous to gastos and all that financial shit.
my december is a nice manifestation of my year: chaotic and crazy. the other day, i spent the whole morning with these "supposed hearthrob" as part of the media relations chuva of my company. don’t get me wrong — it’s a nice experience and the people ive met are nice human beings — m sure of that…but you know what gets to my nerves? it’s my officemates who apparently lost all signs of human courtesy, professionalism and all that. the celebrity is a kid — get it, maybe around 5 years younger than most of us…but man, these gurls screamed like pre-teen monsters. i was expecting them to run after the poor guy. to say that they resembled jologs fanatic is a major understatement. ang cheap nila, dude!
december 21st is our company christmas party and yours truly is the appointed messiah of all christmas parties, uin short im the chairman of the committee. funny no? anyway, while the road towards the party is not so smooth — it was full of bumps and hurdles…lagi kami pagod and sobra hassle…the outcome proved to be so nice and cpmforting. it was good. as of now, i have this major yabang air in me that only happens when you do somethin really great.
haaay, i don’t know why im saying these…but i can’t wait for next year…
