FAROUCHE

Okay I have to let this out, I have to put this into words, what I’ve been thinking and realizing this past few days.

I’m getting older day by day!

I remembered having curfews and tried bargaining with my parents to extend it. Petty fights with your high school friends, pettier fights over ridiculous stuff during elementary years.

My first night outs ,first encounter with beer, which at that time I thought you have to put straw on it like how you drink it with soft drinks! yeah i know..funny.

How ridiculous my dance steps were. Swinging my hips ala Macarena , and even dancing the Mr.Boombastic telefantastic…hahaha

You thought back then that cutting classes was a BIG crime.

Back then, where “rave” and “elephant pants” were so trendy.  And now I looked back and called it “old school” .

and you think the “spice girls” were the hottest individuals in this whole wide world. You knew all their songs, danced crazily with their hits and even memorized all their songs by heart. They were simply Goddesses to us.

Then college years, I’ve experienced getting lost around the campus, wondered what room was TBA? And where the heck can you find it. Hahaha..

I start having my own identity and set of friends

There goes my awareness with different cultures and personalities

Got star-struck with Kitchie Nadal. For the reason that she was seated beside me in my Physics Class.

Got dumb-struck when she actually chatted with me.

Struggled with sleepless nights, crammed for my deadlines. You thought that thesis was never ending? And professors that you seriously fancied to strangle their neck.

Now, you have thought that cutting classes is just an ordinary thing to do in college. And you don’t get reprimanded.

Finally graduation day. Got your diploma and ready to face the world . had your first step on the real world. Realized , it’s really a jungle out here. Realized, your time flies really fast. Realized. The world here is so vague and everything else seems elusive.

Night-outs now is not as much fun as you had back then. No more thrills of curfews , coz you’re independent now. Work is not what you really consider rewarding at all, No more deadlines to beat and you’re not being graded with your capabilities.

You were dancing in the middle of energetic party-goers. Then realized, this is not your life anymore.

They’re younger and more vibrant, they have this eagerness to know and learn how to be grown-ups. So they’re trying furiously how to act like grown-ups.

Minors that piled thick make-ups on their faces, wearing PEKPEK shorts. (sorry for that , but that what me and my gay friends love to call that)  Conyo kids driving their dad’s expensive car, Shit talking to each other like it’s a normal lingo for them. Young girls dancing like “hey guys! Come and get us..” ,there goes young kids acting like they’re drunk, laughing boisterously , shouting and cursing furiously then they go laughing again. Oh gawd. Pathetic.

These are the next generations.

Oh well. Things in life are not permanent, change is constant. I know day by day I’ getting older, decisions in life should be wiser

 and going to these kind of places, I know I’m not welcome anymore.

Now I prefer, coffee with my marziz (best buds) just the perfect timing for the rainy season. some tossing of beers and clinking of Margarita glasses or shots of Tequila for get together and talk about life in general.

One thing I learned that is essential. Joie De vivre!

Live life with no regret be happy and enjoy every second of it. Do your best. Make yourself proud of what you are or what have you been. Never regret the subtracted choices. Time flies fast and life is too short , so what are you waiting for? We don’t have much time left! Love,  Live life and enjoy.

Gush.  I Love old-school , Nostalgic feeling and reminiscing.