Written at Sweet Inspi Too Early in the Morning
Friday, July 27, 2007
Last night, ViCe held a despedida for dear J Voltaire at the House of Decadence, our high school batch’s headquarters-cum-shack o’ love. JV’s jetting off to LA for good. Of course, we weren’t going to let the boy leave without one last round of complete disregard for decency, although the party was planned as a civil little dinner, wine clinky clinky and all. (A plan made in earnest, although the day we pull that off is probably still several years and several tranquilizer darts into the future.)
I’d been running on empty the time I arrived, having woken up at dawn that day to take care of some TIN and passport crap which, of course, led to naught, as facing the glaze and daze of government drones is wont to do. It was the pangs of nostalgia that kept me up, as always. The best privilege of studying in Makiling is the staggering slew of stories you get to accumulate. Fortunately, my Makiling hang-ups and overall hangover have been put to bed for quite a while now, so I can bring these stories up from a safer, less begrudging, less giddy distance. Still, my trap was shut for the most part last night, mainly because everyone else’s were open enough.
The only thing that upset me during the party was news of the current directress in Makiling. She’s turning the place into a fucking convent. The school has made a turn for the ridiculous with all her prudish new policies—from denying an exclusive grant to perform Rhinoceros in Edinburgh (most likely due to its being Rhinoceros), to pushing for a bahag ban in folk dance performances, to bastardizing un-stuffy, time-honored Makiling rites like the Alpha-Omega by making the kids wear fucking blazers and ternos. Mother of god. The mountain’s eroding. Aling Maria ought to have a bitch fit.
Spent the rest of the night sleeping, then reading, then sleeping again on the armchair, Philip’s chainsaw snores and the fresh memory of Buen’s vomit being swabbed off of the floor lending to the after-party ambience. I then headed straight to Katipunan upon waking, drawn here to Sweet Inspi’s Holy Smoking Area after months of being a no-show. The last time I was here was graduation day. Met up with Pumpkin for our last few hissy fits before the march.
Coincidentally, Pumpkin’s jetting off to Canada for good in a few months. Pubey Boy to New York, too. My dastardly, bastardly brothers are going bye-bye one by one. Oh, oh, what’s a girl to do?
posted by marguerite @ 5:42 PM
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