Ideally, this would have been part of my Weird things that happen on my street post, but I figured, it best be told separately; it’s really not that weird, it’s more funny and enlightening.
People keep urging me to post likes of these stories but lately, nothing exciting (that I can talk about) has been happening. This event happened some 8 months ago. Why I’ll never forget it, you’ll read in the end.
Al-ma
I had just come home from another I’m-sure-is-nothing-special gimmick. Probably buzzed from a little alcohol, nothing that I can’t handle. My parking space is situated just outside the gate. It would take at least a best-case-scenario-5-minutes before I’m completely inside the house – I would have to figure out how I can carry everything I brought and wait for someone to wake up (if I forgot my keys – which is almost always).
The family next door has one high school-aged adolescent. He seems to me as part of the “it” crowd; the astigs, the rebels, the rakistas, the we’re-cool-because-we-already-smoke and drink crowd. His family’s house, I’m guessing either the parents are liberal or are always not home, is their tambayan of choice for the weekend inuman or what-have-you-sessions.
At around 2:00 a.m. (time I arrived), some 4 of my neighbor’s barkada were seated on the sidewalk. They were louder than usual, not annoying loud, and were probably just waiting for someone’s sundo or having the usual “last stick.”
“Pare, ikaw yosi?”
“Pare, quit na ako sa yosi ‘chong (or insert here whatever cool lingo kids use nowadays). Alma nalang ako pare. Alma.”
“Sinong Alma pare?”
“Al-ma pare. AL-MA.”
(Sips one hardcore gulp of Red Horse)
“Alak-Marijuana. Alak-Marijuana…”
Let this anecdote remind us of the days when all we ever wanted was to be cool (heck, I still feel that way sometimes). It was a time when everything was simpler. Everything was real, everything was dramatic, everything was memorable. But after going through the harsher realities of life, we realize that our so-called “drama” was just something short of, laughable.
I loved high school. I always see myself re-living the memories, creating new ones as memorable as the old. It can never be that way again. Different (and memorable), sure, but not the same. For today, problems make up and take up most of our time. Real problems, real people, real problems.
“When you see your college/work friends after five years, it seems that you last saw them five years ago. When you see your high school friends after ten years, it seems that you last saw them yesterday.” Mark Verzo.
Ayus talaga high school! Naalala ko tuloy yung “three fingers”! Bwahahahah
amen to that man…amen.
dazed and confused parekoy. sino yung kasapakan ni flores?
tomas: ang laswa mo. WOT!
endless…: mag blog ka naman!
marts: text ko sa’yo haha.
galing lang ako nung isang araw sa zobel. nung panahon natin, sila rexy and company lang halos nagiinggles. ngayon, kaliwa’t kanan na eh.
sikip na ng zobel.
“puta pare you think pantera will come to the philippines pare!? pare i don’t think so pare!! puta pare we’re a third world country pare!!” – rexy