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August 10, 2007
posted by Nk. at 12:38 PM

i've always admired those people who can write so honestly, without fear of standing naked to the universe, those people who, at an age where you're supposed to be making the most mistakes in your life -- can write so clearly, so eloquently and with purpose, those people who can express their thoughts and make you really laugh out loud, cry, or simply just stop what you're doing and read. and think. and do something.

so here are two stories (which, under normal circumstances, are brought up only either when i'm drunk and therefore prone to spilling secrets, or, held at gunpoint (which hasn't happened yet), or, bribed with a huge amount of shopping money) that still does not qualify me to The Inspiring Group of People.


every year, my high school friends have our annual christmas reunion at my house. for several years now it has been the "tradition" because at home, it's okay to get drunk and get wasted. yes, i'm one of those kids who have cool parents who leave us alone except for those times when they have to ask us to tone down our noise a bit because the next thing our neighbors might throw our way (next to rocks) could be a sofa or kitchen table; or those times when they hear a commotion because somebody either threw up on the guy next to him, or forgot the difference between the bed and the toilet.

anyway.

i remember a party a couple of years ago, when i haven't quit smoking yet. there we were, on the hundredth round of godknowswhat mixture of alcohol raffy has managed to create. there i was, puffing my cigarette and making random snide remarks when i see somebody standing in a rather dark corner of our yard, sort of watching us.

me to myself: who's that balding guy standing in the dark?


a second or two later, i realize that the balding guy is actually none other than my father (who by the way, is okay to drinking but absolutely abhors the idea of his daughters smoking). apparently he got up to check if he hadn't forgotten to lock our back gate.

so. what do you do when you're caught red-handed?

what else.

pretend that nothing happened.


and then there are things that you can't do anything but laugh about.

on a birthday celebration of a close guy friend some years ago, we decided, after several rounds of drinks, that the group should go see the beach. drunk and silly, the group -- two guys and three girls who'e been friends since high school, manage to drive to the beach (alive, praise the Lord) a town away. and because the beach was already closed (no more lifeguards at 2am), the five of us crawled under the wire fence with the big "No Entry" sign above it, all the while giggling with drunken glee.

now. who could resist the sea? certainly not five crazies who've had far too much to drink. except for one girl-friend who turned chicken (read: sober), all of us ran happily to the water. at 2 in the morning. wearing well, what you dare to wear only around people who you really trust, or you're sure won't be able to remember what you were wearing (or not) the next morning.

so there.


it would be two years later that one of the guy friends would tell us that, that time -- it was very much, a full moon.

 
7 Comments:


At August 11, 2007 at 1:09 PM, Blogger the philosphical bastard

i thought i was the guy who wrote with purpose.. or, maybe not. gotta say though, your guy friends? geniuses!

 

At August 12, 2007 at 12:25 AM, Blogger Jing

niki, sana sinama mo na rin kung ano yung ginawa mo nung makita mong nakatingin sa inyo yung dad mo! aliw yun! LOL

 

At August 12, 2007 at 1:18 AM, Blogger niki

@ paolo - LOL. too bad i'm nearly blind without my glasses! lugi! lol =P

@ jing - di ko nga nakilala sis eh hahaha!

 

At August 12, 2007 at 11:37 AM, Blogger ruff nurse-du-jour

hi niki! thank you *very much for the compliments. its the first time a co-blogger complimented me on a post. thank you thank you thank you sooo much.

buti ka pa your paents are cool enough to allow you to drink and do crazy things nung younger ka, ako, if i didnt have the guts to sneak out of our backdoor, i wouldnt experience the pleasure of being young and stupid. in fact they dont even know that i used to drink and smoke eh (but i stopped, 3 years na, whoopee!). you have such wonderful parents niki, thats something to be thankful for.

and about the 2nd story, the perks of being young and stupid? doing crazy things. i'm just hoping that whatever happened that night will remain among the 5 of you. i hope. =)

thanks again niki. be well always..

 

At August 12, 2007 at 2:04 PM, Blogger niki

^ heehee, wala yun ruff. aaatttchaka there are some stupid things that i did naman that my parents don't know (like that 2nd story LOL)...but yup, they're cool...tho i did have to climb over the fence a couple of times haha!

re the 2nd story - well it remains among the 5 of us...and you...and the guy who's reading this post...haha

 

At August 12, 2007 at 2:35 PM, Blogger joyfulchicken

So "chicken" means sober now? Yay!

 

At August 14, 2007 at 10:31 PM, Anonymous Helga

Memories :) It's nice how we have similar stories to tell. I've been caught smoking by my dad, too. The first time, he confronted me about it and I pretended nothing happened. The second time, we both pretended nothing happened haha.