kwentong frenzy

I just turned 18 this year, and it’s funny recalling the kalokohans I did while I was not yet legally allowed to do those things so. I grew up in a very conservative family, a family that has the concept of taboos. And I was educated by conservative nuns, in a school where there is a clear definition of taboos. I guess what I’m trying to say here is that, indeed, the maxim, masarap ang bawal is really true. It’s just way so true, so, so, true.
I remember one of my very first’s kalokohans was getting additional allowance from our own store. The kaha was my huge wallet, no matter how much I get, it’s funny I never get caught. But I think, my deeds were actually known, it’s just that they allowed me to, simply because I’m family. For, well, when our yaya tried getting money from the store, she was sent away. Maybe it was only allowed to family members huh?! I just love recalling those times.



Well let’s get a bit naughtier, it was way back then in high school, a time where the world looks no other but a huge, really huge lab, a world for experiments. It was my birthday and my friends, most of them are my classmates, went swimming. There were booze, but I don’t drink. There was Marlboro, but I tried only once and promised never to do it again. Therefore, what do you think was my TRIP then? Well a few friends of mine share with me the joy in making fun of others. We usually crack jokes, at times, when the spirits are high, practical jokes. This time I was the victim; it was my birthday anyway, maybe give the celebrant something memorable.
I was eating chips and drinking some sodas when my girl friend asked me to come to the center of the pool. It was a huge, blue, ocean inspired pool; no other color dominant, just blue. I moved my way to the center. Then in the middle, she hold my waist, then down to my summer shorts, then to my pockets. The end. That was not it. A friend called her from the pool side, and she moved toward there. There, I was dumb strummed of what was the meaning of the act, so I moved my way to the side. The water was really wonderful. Blue, blue, blue… a perpetuity of blue. Then POP! Orange! Something of mandarin color came out of the water. Then another, then another. As I moved they seemed to increased in number. I checked my pocket, and to my surprise, there it was a box of condoms! Everybody was laughing; I did not realize I was the only person in the pool with dozens of condoms around. It was embarrassing then, but as I reminisce I just can’t stop but laugh. I guess everyone has the right time to be the victim.
Funny but I will always cherish that day, not for the dozen condoms, but for the memories of a special day with the people I just truly care for. People with whom I can simply be just me, naughty and careless, but genuinely loving.