Coming home and getting wasted

2006-05-02T10:03:00.000+08:00

April 29, 2006, it may be an ordinary day for some people but for the graduating students of UPLB well, they considered this day as the most significant day of their lives. For me it was just an ordinary day that turned out to be a very fine day or may I say evening.

I arrived at UPLB at around 7 p.m., I was supposed to meet my friend at that time but unfortunately on her way she was caught in the middle of a traffic jam somewhere in Calamba. So I went straight to the UPLB grounds to find my fellow orgmates. Since the grounds where very crowded and I had a difficult time locating my friends and orgmates. I stayed in the field for a few minutes just enough for me to realize and reminisce a few things.

1. It has been exactly a year and a week since I have marched on the same field together with some of my friends and blocmates.
2. It has been a year since I have been living as a "Professional."
3. It has been a year since I last heard and saw some of my few friends and teachers.
4. It has been a year and a month since I left my college apartment (for 5 years) for good.

Then I decided to proceed to the org house I am definitely sure that I would be able to see some resident members . Finally I have arrived at the famous Whitehouse Apartments. It still looked quite the same just like the old days aside from it seemed newly painted which made me smile and say to myself "hmmm...may improvement!". But as I looked up at my former unit my smile faded in an instant, seeing it without a single light on, made me sad once again (for my five year stay it was never left without a single light on), and made me realized that I do not live there anymore. I went straight up to the 4th floor where our org house was located and finally after a long search I have found familiar faces smiling at me and it seems that I have found my way back home.

The org house still looked the same it seemed like nothing has changed aside from the seats that where usually at the veranda are now placed inside the house. Of course me and the other resident members where making the usual talks, sharing the latest news and updates about the other members and introducing me to the newest members of the org. Some of my fellow alumni arrived shortly as we exchanged our traditional handshakes ang long conversations. i was so glad to see my brod and sisses once again, but it is also quite disappointing since only few of them made it to the graduation. The members and alumni decided to attend the party of the newly grads I decided to stay at the org house since I was still waiting for my friend to arrive.

It was around 10 pm when Jam called me and said that we meet up at LB Square. Finally after almost 2 months of not seeing each other I would be able to see her again. Together with my few orgmates they accompanied me on my way to LB square. At the corner of F.O Santos we parted ways as they went to a computer shop to play RAN while I went towards LB Square. At last I saw a very familiar face a girl smiling and waving at me I was sure it was Jam.

We were deciding on what to eat she was craving for pizza while I was craving for any food. So sad, that Pizza Hut, Greenwich and Woodbridge were already closed at that time, so we decided to go to our old time fave gimikan ISIS cafe. We ordered our usual favorites (without the tokwa :(( ) . We chatted as if like we haven't seen each other for years . We exchanged stories about our work, lives, love and even jokes . We shared almost every stories from the very significant to the least significant thing that happened to us in the past days. After finishing our dinner and wasting a hell of our time in chatting we decided to go back to LB Square and grab a few drinks. The exchange of stories and views did not ended at the Cafe the chat continued until 2:30 am ( no one could imagine what are the things we have tackled but I may say almost everything made sense especially when the topic was about our careers and future plans.) After a few glasses of Margarita and both of us feeling kinda tipsy , we decided to grab frappes (because it was really hot in elbi during that time) before we go back to our org house.

When we arrived at the Whitehouse the members haven't arrived, so glad we have a key we went in and continued chatting (this time reminscing college days). T'was around 3 a.m when the members arrived. As usual, it is very typical for an org almost everyone wanted a drinking session. Though still kinda tipsy I agreed with them, my reason was there's nothing wrong being wasted once in a while. "Inuman Sessions" is also considered as a bonding session for the members of the org we exchanged views at chismis about each other, played truth or consequence, and of course laughed at the most wasted person in the group. The session ended at around 5 in the morning all of us still wide awake. Still full of energy Jam and I still wanted to have a walk aroun the campus but too bad the other residents couldn't afford to get up of their chairs. some of them could not remember all the details of the "inuman session" but all of us clearly remembered a famous line of one of my brods "Tinaob nya ang mundo ko!". At around 7:30 am I decided to go home, even almost without sleep I still managed to leave whitehouse with a clear mind and with the sweetest smile, I would surely miss again LB, whitehouse, the CPS people and the funny moments we shared that night. But everything comes to an end I must return to my real world and face my life once again.

Para kina Jemima, Re, Argel, Ansel, Itchy, Reynje, Kuya Wenn, Wilford, Etti, Stephen, Flor, Benj at Jam (sana wala ako nakalimutan ) Hanggang sa mag susunod na pagtaob ng ating mundo!!! Maraming Salamat!!! Love you all!!!

... of laughs, love and ... My so called "LIFE"

Coming home and getting wasted