Buddies

The light of every morning which brightens our daily lives it has become our reminder that yesterday is over and a new beginning would be starting again with new challenges. Everyday i start mine with a deep breath and think as if i am on top of the world, somehow this makes me start it positively and look at my life as a big success story just like what my faggot instructor used to tell us everyday during home room.

It has been two years since I've transferred to my new school here in Pampanga and i had a lot of adjustments to make here, somehow I've managed to build my own comfort zone and adjust to how they live here, I've managed to start a crew, most of them are younger than me. Hanging out with them makes me feel as if I'm a few years younger, somehow i see myself inside their shoes but not entirely the way i was when i was quite a few years younger, some people would give me a compliment like as if i think like an old person and how i value responsibility despite of my young age, with them i could say that they have a long way to go in their stage of growing up, which makes me have a lot of fun hanging out with them. There are plenty of times wherein they would be amazed on my stories from becoming a town councilor, an activist, a fraternity member, an underground zine writer, and a collective member of transcendental anarchists, some would even ask how come i don't look like any of those, my reply is just a simple smile and somehow they get to fit it in their young minds.

As time went on i have developed a habit of asking them their feelings about their activities such as falling in love in their college days, their past experiences and then i think about my own past experiences and compare which one is better or which one is worse, some of them are quite amazing and some sounded as if they're just making it up in order to have something to say, the best part of our little group discussion is the relationship part; it's funny how i easily get them share their past relationships, their first loves, their broken hearts, long lost lovers, and tragedies, whenever we talk about it my stories were always the most tragic, from having a lover who got impregnated by another man, to having a lover who got married from an old Muslim dude, and lastly from losing one of my dream girl and losing my chance to make it up to her and stuffs etc. another good part of our discussion was about our faith, i have to admit i feel sorry to them whenever i lambaste them on some facts about Christianity and the flaws of their religion, i feel sorry from making them believe that there is no God or sometimes from ridiculing them from their practices, luckily they don't get pissed and they just take it as a trial from God himself as if i was Satan and i have to test them to earn their keep in heaven.

My life here in this new environment somehow seems to be a good beginning hopefully it'll have a good ending too, lesser dangers, lesser casualties, lesser heartaches, in this city a city of angels or whatever they call it my journey continues here.