I had a deep urge yesterday...an urge to jam with my friends. After work i had to say goodbye to my wife, grab my strato guitar with a set of distortion and go straight to my cousin's house in Marikina...my cousin, Van Eric, the good-looking dentist who, afterall these years, plays his drums like there is no tomorrow. My other friends were there to complete the cast. I have to travel by jeepney, i am too lazy to drive and my driver license has expired anyway (october 14 was the last day of that card...too lazy to drive, too lazy to renew). Anyway, there are other ways to reach your destination. You drive, you walk, you run, ride a jeep, run a bike, fly...riding a jeep is the easiest.
When i reached my cousin's house, the guys were there but i had to have my rest first, connect the cables then we started to play some hard classics for about 3 hours or so. Bosyo, my tropang bassist was gyrating all over giving some jumps and could probably thinking he is the Korn's axeman. I said..."what the hell...?". He just smiled and continued his war dance. I gestured a finger cycling just beside my temple (means may topak ka na) and he got the meaning...his grin became wider, still continued his thing.
After the practice, all of us laid on the backyard grass for some rest. Then we started talking about our past. The crazy things we did, our struggles and we had been giggling like kids again until the late night. We had been long friends for a long time, since we were at our teens. Bosyo is my best friend since high school. He is the easy-go-lucky guy, he was crazy all the time, and still crazy up to now. No doubt, we call him the "wacko". And would you believe, he is a university teacher somewhere at the belt. Then there is Dinky, another high school friend who just came from Baguio for his 2-week vacation from work (a system engineer at the Texas Instruments). He is the serious type among us but plays the guitar at his best. He is our guardian, the "manong". Gerry, the throats, the unemployed guy, "palamunin ng magulang" but the most mabait (geek) among us. Speaks few words but easily grasps the lyrics in any song of interests. Van Eric, my cousin dentist, the handsome chickboy who thinks he is John Bonham...his motto: "Mind over Metal". The weird guy, who is always in-love, he oftens calls me to tell "insan, na first-love na naman ako"... (he'll kill me if he reads this). But mind you, one of the best drummers i've seen. Raul (remember the Si-Raul-O guy from bulacan, our long lost friend)...didn't make it, he is too pre-occupied.
We are brothers then, we are still brothers now. We had our share of laughter and tears, the struggles we've been through and each of us moulded to be tough to survive...Gerry, our poor friend who seldom have money in his pocket, is always grateful we are always there for him...we give him our support. Van Eric, though he is already a dentist still have a lot of immaturities, but we give him our understanding and guidance. This is friendship....though we don't have common objectives with our lives...friendship kept us one. Friends could come and go for whatever reasons there may be...but the spirit stays.
When i reached my cousin's house, the guys were there but i had to have my rest first, connect the cables then we started to play some hard classics for about 3 hours or so. Bosyo, my tropang bassist was gyrating all over giving some jumps and could probably thinking he is the Korn's axeman. I said..."what the hell...?". He just smiled and continued his war dance. I gestured a finger cycling just beside my temple (means may topak ka na) and he got the meaning...his grin became wider, still continued his thing.
After the practice, all of us laid on the backyard grass for some rest. Then we started talking about our past. The crazy things we did, our struggles and we had been giggling like kids again until the late night. We had been long friends for a long time, since we were at our teens. Bosyo is my best friend since high school. He is the easy-go-lucky guy, he was crazy all the time, and still crazy up to now. No doubt, we call him the "wacko". And would you believe, he is a university teacher somewhere at the belt. Then there is Dinky, another high school friend who just came from Baguio for his 2-week vacation from work (a system engineer at the Texas Instruments). He is the serious type among us but plays the guitar at his best. He is our guardian, the "manong". Gerry, the throats, the unemployed guy, "palamunin ng magulang" but the most mabait (geek) among us. Speaks few words but easily grasps the lyrics in any song of interests. Van Eric, my cousin dentist, the handsome chickboy who thinks he is John Bonham...his motto: "Mind over Metal". The weird guy, who is always in-love, he oftens calls me to tell "insan, na first-love na naman ako"... (he'll kill me if he reads this). But mind you, one of the best drummers i've seen. Raul (remember the Si-Raul-O guy from bulacan, our long lost friend)...didn't make it, he is too pre-occupied.
We are brothers then, we are still brothers now. We had our share of laughter and tears, the struggles we've been through and each of us moulded to be tough to survive...Gerry, our poor friend who seldom have money in his pocket, is always grateful we are always there for him...we give him our support. Van Eric, though he is already a dentist still have a lot of immaturities, but we give him our understanding and guidance. This is friendship....though we don't have common objectives with our lives...friendship kept us one. Friends could come and go for whatever reasons there may be...but the spirit stays.
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