The Daily Postscript

I checked my Facebook a few minutes ago. I was pleasantly surprised to see pictures of my friends back in college. It was good seeing them even only in pictures. Everybody seems to be aging gracefully. As a matter of fact, a lot still look like they are in their late twentys and early thirties.

I was supposed to be there but a previous appointment prevented me from going. Of course I now wish I was there to celebrate the night with them. It was a small get-together. Funny because the people I saw in the pictures were from different cliques during college. Sure we belonged in the same class in some subjects. We were either members or officers in our college org but we were never really what you may call a barkada. Sometimes we even snub each other. Hahaha. So juvenile.

I know I missed a lot of fun. Looking at the pictures it was like having some time travel - bottles of beer, cigarettes, gimmick to the max. I like going out with friends but I never really went on a gimmick spree. It's just not me. And I never really liked the taste of alcohol. I only got drunk once I believe. I was still very much aware of everything but I was tipsy. I could not walk straight stepping out of the bar in Malate. Malate was the place to be at that time. From Malate to my house I was able to go home in one piece accompanied by friends. Those were the days.

I missed the fun. We are all busy and a get-together like that happens once in a blue moon. Didn't I tell myself to stop and smell the roses from time to time. I will, I will, I will.