sex, lives and someone's pda scandals

I can’t help but smile when I read about a classmate's supposed “PDA scandal” on the Narra yahoogroup thread, although admittedly, I don’t know the details of that tryst. It may not be as scandalous as what most of us wanted it to be (hell, from what I read, it might not have happened at all) but there’s a reason why a mischievous smile is on my face for that “mischievous act”.

Sino yun girl na katabi ni adonis? Si Rhoda ba yun tinitingnan ni Filoy? At bakit sila nagtitinginan? Nagtatanong lang naman hehe

The reason being I still can’t face the reality that my classmates are all grown-up, adult people doing adult stuff. Although I myself may (note the word “may”) have done stuff at par or worse (or better, depending on how one sees it) as what this someone allegedly did, I still can’t look at a classmate’s picture without asking questions I couldn’t/wouldn’t/shouldn’t ask them face to face.

Like what?

Well, like I wonder who among us was the first to lose one’s virginity. Hmmmnnn… sino nga kaya? Who among us was the first to reach “third base”. Who hit the homerun first? Who have done it in public, in a car, in a pool, in someone else’s bed? Who was the first to give and/or receive oral sex? Who are the married people who are having or have had affairs? I know these are questions I wouldn’t know the answer to but hey, they’re fun to think about, no?

But not to sound like my mind is preoccupied with sex, I also wonder who among us was the most successful in life, “successful” in all its definition, not just financially. Who have hit rock bottom? Who is the happiest? Who has the most regret in life? Who fulfilled the promise that they’ve showed back in high school? Who exceeded what is expected of them? Who became what most of us thought what they would be? Who became what they are now that most of us didn’t think they would be?

If those are hard questions, sort of like asking what the true meaning of life is, I also tend to think of trivial matters. Like who married first? Who are still single? And why? Who are now separated? Single parents? Multiple offspring from different partners?

I guess my point is we are all normal people who have done and still doing what normal people do, may they be something one can be proud of or things better left locked inside one’s closet, together with his/her other skeletons tucked away.

My memories of my classmates may be as innocent, naïve as a memory could ever be, but I know we ourselves won’t be like that, as we travel from point A to point B in our life journey, with a little detour here and there perhaps.

Here’s hoping I get to see anyone of you some time, somewhere, when I myself make a little pit stop in my journey. When I do, bet your closets I’m gonna ask you a question or two. What questions?

Read my mischievous lips :D

* photographs grabbed from the Narra Friendster account.

The Brotherhood of the Hog

*written by the Edge

1991. Tacloban, Leyte was the farthest place we’d ever been. But there we were, Filoy, Allan and I for the National Secondary Schools Press Conference. Astray, we were awestruck by its people and history. While the place seemed great, the food sucked. But one nasty lunch unexpectedly etched our memories there (and friendship too) in stone.

After getting our fill with silent fury (we actually heard our esophagus cursing), we callously mixed what was left of our food, water and soda in one bowl (partly out of frustration over the scarcity of a decent meal and partly because of our failure to make a dent on the bounty of pretty delegates before us). Without a sound, our little culinary affair rolled like a wordless script (like a Chaplin act). We stirred our potent brew to a boil like cloaked warlocks on a spell. Only our eyes spoke, our thoughts scattered.

Unmindful of the world and the crowd milling about, one after the other we took a swig of the silly concoction with eyes closed like neophyte wine connoisseurs. With one gulp the world suddenly made no sense. Chaos thumped reason. Dumb and foolish, the mushy blend somehow established a distinct fraternity. Funny, but a pact was sealed. And it wasn’t with blood nor tears.

Andres and his buddies forged their pact by drinking their own blood. Let’s give it to them for being bold and fearless. But we have a stronger stomach to forge ours by chugging hog chow.


(Postscript: Deo was also a delegate but wasn’t with us during that fateful meal. However this writer shall consider him a brother pending his day with the hog bowl.)