goodbye to the school bus
dad dropped a bombshell last tuesday, may 1: "we're selling the L300...". and i was surprised, sort of feeling like "where did this plan come from? how come i didnt know about this before". and so, my dad added, "...we're getting a new car. it's arriving tomorrow." kaboom.
initially, i wasnt feeling that sentimental about losing the L3. it was old and had frequent malfunctions (which caused me to spend some of my weekend-nights at home). also, we really needed another car. so selling the L3 wasnt really super-shocking. i guess i just wasnt prepared for the fact that the van would be sold that quick.
a turning point happened yesterday night when eske asked me if mikael and the others have already realized that we'll be losing THE "school bus." that time, what really hit me was oo nga no, mismo ako, hindi ko pa na-re-realize.
there were too many memories with my friends that were made with that van - first EK gimik during grade 6, all the hatid-sundo with the "barkada" of high school, the 16-in-one-van dinners during high school, the circ-apades of early college, Days/Execom group gimmicks, t1 lunch outs and over nights, the up-binondo-manila trips of the last two years, makati night outs when i'd prefer to use the corolla, the lunch outs with urc office mates, post-work drives with kate and denise, honing my mekaniko-electrician skills with the it, my near-fatal van accident last december, the stalling incident at south super, etcetera, etcetera. it seemed that the L3 was there in most of my group gimiks; it was like the extra member in all of my barkadas - Bboys, Days, Execom, T1, COA, URC. it was as if i was known by friends to bring THE school bus.
funny, as i look back with all the memories made in that van, im becoming more and more sentimental and attached with that eleven year old vehicle, whose plate number had my mom's initials. it was one of my longest friends, who suddenly had to leave without any notice. this time, the words "i didnt have the chance to say goodbye" would be perfect.
too much sentiment for an old car. too few tears for an old companion.
initially, i wasnt feeling that sentimental about losing the L3. it was old and had frequent malfunctions (which caused me to spend some of my weekend-nights at home). also, we really needed another car. so selling the L3 wasnt really super-shocking. i guess i just wasnt prepared for the fact that the van would be sold that quick.
a turning point happened yesterday night when eske asked me if mikael and the others have already realized that we'll be losing THE "school bus." that time, what really hit me was oo nga no, mismo ako, hindi ko pa na-re-realize.
there were too many memories with my friends that were made with that van - first EK gimik during grade 6, all the hatid-sundo with the "barkada" of high school, the 16-in-one-van dinners during high school, the circ-apades of early college, Days/Execom group gimmicks, t1 lunch outs and over nights, the up-binondo-manila trips of the last two years, makati night outs when i'd prefer to use the corolla, the lunch outs with urc office mates, post-work drives with kate and denise, honing my mekaniko-electrician skills with the it, my near-fatal van accident last december, the stalling incident at south super, etcetera, etcetera. it seemed that the L3 was there in most of my group gimiks; it was like the extra member in all of my barkadas - Bboys, Days, Execom, T1, COA, URC. it was as if i was known by friends to bring THE school bus.
funny, as i look back with all the memories made in that van, im becoming more and more sentimental and attached with that eleven year old vehicle, whose plate number had my mom's initials. it was one of my longest friends, who suddenly had to leave without any notice. this time, the words "i didnt have the chance to say goodbye" would be perfect.
too much sentiment for an old car. too few tears for an old companion.