alfha.

Yesterday, Typhoon Emong passed through land – causing hard rain that betrayed the season of summer. My sneakers got soaked, my jeans were dripping, and my cardigan was damp. I hated my hair. My umbrella was leaking. And when I thought I was already running late, my professor didn’t come to class. Great.

Apparently, my other professor said in advance that we won’t meet that day. He has to fulfill department responsibilities among other things. I remember him saying, with a hint of apology, “I don’t have any problems, other people do.” That left me with nothing to do for the whole day.

The rain made my blockmates disappear, including some friends that I was expecting to be around. I had to thank Trixia for staying for as long as she can. I didn’t want to go home yet, especially when I just arrived at school.

Thanks also to Sir Wendell Capili for allowing me to stay in his class. Never mind that it was already around 6 pm and the class started at 5. That’s also where I found most of my blockmates.

After class, it was time to celebrate – Alfha style. It was her birthday. We had pancit canton. In other words, nagcantunan kami. Nagcantunan kami nung gabi kila Kuya Narry, kung kailan malakas ang ulan, kung kailan basang-basa ang paligid, nagcantunan kami. Masarap siya at nakakabusog, may tinapay pa. Bawal ang malisya.

It was one of those times that everyone was one and as one we had fun. We got wet, but didn’t mind. Everything was conjugal and the threat of H1N1 wasn’t in mind. We laughed, and laughed harder as the rain did. And made flashes from the camera more than the sky could. It was our kind of fun.

We shall party somewhere formally. They promised. Then, we went home high, happy. I was freakin’ happy.