No man is an island, as
an old adage suggest. There will always be a circle of friends that will
enclose you; a group of individuals that will treat you as their peers and a
tropa that will make you feel that you belong.
Before, a week after my absence, I never
thought I could find this dream tropa since I’m a late-comer in the class. I never
thought that I could easily enter an already-established circle in the room. I feel
like a black sheep, a loner but then again, no man is an island.
God
may have pre-destined of which group I must be with, much better than of what I
have expected. I never chose this but God had led me to them. The tropa I’ve
had been into, my second family, my strength, my joy, my crown… Tropang Likod.
I
remember the time when my life and these people meet at the junction. It was
the day when we are tasked to get our National Library ID and afterwards
proceeding to PUP for the Freshmen University Orientation.
At
first, I observe. They are entirely different from the meek perception I have. They
are great, so cool, and vibrant. I feel their aura and I love it.
5
months had passed and it is nearly December. Being with these people made my
college life more meaningful, a sort of inexplicable feeling I can’t contain
due to the gladness I have inside.
And now, I’m overwhelming with pride
to share to all the people behind my successes, my inspiration and the set of
souls that make me strong. I hereby present my tropa.
To start off, is the front-liner, our
flag-bearer, Dianne Sabangan, the most vibrant. Although she comes from an
elite family, she is not the kind of maarte and pa-chix. I know from the very
start that her bubbliness is of different range, she is young, wild and free (thank
you Wiz Khalifa for the adjectives). Even though that she is wild, we never see
her as a bad influence (even she made us enter a bar without parent’s consent for
just few minutes), but an inspiration of hope not to take life that serious, as
she had said, “study hard, pray harder and f*** hardest.” Thank Dianne for her
word of wisdom.
If there’s bubbly, there is a dark
aura emitting negative radiation in our group. He is Mey-mey, the depressed. I first
noticed him as an active student of the class, but most of his recitations are
comprised mainly of questions about things we are not ought to think of. Truly,
99% of a man’s problem is self-made. But we love him that way.
Alicia, I know, she do not want to be
called that way. And I know she might get upset making the point of her
eyebrows as sharp as of her chin. But however, we are somewhat the best buddies
in the room. Being her, the leading lady of her own movie interwoven by me
during our petty conversations.
Her gummy bear, Charles, is one of my
early companions in the class. Though his height is overwhelming, he is a
giant, he is deep with his thoughts to the point that it can make me sober due
to great laughter.
Busog, she just smiles, like a good
conscience, a walking emoticon. She is caring to the point that she warns us to
use the sidewalk on keen roads and maybe the first one to scream (silent
scream) to signal us from an approaching vehicle.
Gelay, her antagonistic persona is
accentuated more by her big, round eyes. She is grade conscious in the right
sense. She is studious but not a geek. She has full of complaints to things
that seems wrong on her eyes, mostly on those people making petty things and to
those that suppressed her right to study. She established her credibility well
and that’s nice.
Alex, the lady promdi province. Even she’s
a town girl, she adapted well in the life on the city. Aside from her Filipino
clock, she is remarkable for her MU-thing with her CommRes fellow.
The next is Cathrine, she really looks
like at first, a K-pop star belonging to a known girl group but is deported to
the Philippines in her own urge to be a journalist. I love her voice and her
organized thing, not letting her papers have folded sides.
Kiya, she is a member of TL, di lang
halata. One of my early companions and one of those who shared a lot about her
ex’s and her new crush/es. She is known for her vogue poses and her fashionable
dresses. I confessed she is one of wandi’s darlings of the crowd.
To follow is our TL boys…
Luigie, the tatay where the whole
wandi generation rooted (I’m just a neighbor), is really matured in his ways
and his superfluous language reflects his dream to be a journalists or a…
teacher?
Next is Maouie, no mistake in spelling
his name. His parents probably, just want to put all the vowels in him. He looks
nerdy, at first, with his Ninoy Aquino glasses that is his asset. It makes him
look more serious. Try imagining him on the 500-peso bill. It may look funny
more if he does it with her devilish smile.
Peps, our wholesome and charismatic
vice-president. Sometimes chill, more often funny. He is really smart for he is
intelligent on how to act on different things. Many say he has the appeal. I agree.
His frank thoughts may hurt your feeling primarily because truth really hurts
and a Peps said it.
I consider myself as a sampid with
this tropa and the people I had discussed earlier are the pioneers. Along the
way, we have gathered more people inside our circle, specifically to our TL
Boys, DOTA bound them, all.
First in line is Jerjer, one of the
brightest in the class. He may not be that expressive but his silence could not
hide the brilliance being a high school valedictorian and a winner at the
National School Press Conference. His wholesome and crispy.
Next is, Marco. Emo. At first, I
thought he is going to punch me whenever I approach him. He has the looks but
then is not showy. His personality reflects his music of choice, rock: hard and
metallic. But never to be underestimated, he is funny and it is his softer
side. He is a fine actor that is the reason why I chose him on several
characters on the play.
And can I forgot the Lord of Mustache,
Honesto a.k.a. Miko. I know he is the most deserving person to have the
superlative forms of adjectives. He is the big man of wandi. If you have
problems on love, studies, family, and different aspects of life, don’t
underestimate the power and wisdom of Miko’s mustache.
These set of people had influenced my
ways. We may have different thoughts, personalities and ways of seeing things,
in the middle of the intersection where we’d meet, we are tightly-bonded by a
common interest and this is in respond on our longing for a tropa that will
guide and support us in times of adversity and shortage in money.
“I love you and long to see you my
dear friends, for you are my joy and the crown I receive for my work”
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