Big dreams.

Paul, Phillip and I went home early today. Ma'am Kath dismissed us thirty minutes earlier than the usual. Paul was like, "'Di kayo magka-CASAA?" Phillip demanded we leave right away because he had to work on his report on SocSci 1(?). Before we jumped on a Philcoa-Jollibee jeep, though, he had in his hands a plastic of green mangoes. "Asa ka pang 'di 'yan bibili ng pagkain." I made Paul grin.

The long trip from Philcoa to Fairview (I wonder when the three of us would have the chance to ride an fx home on a monday or thursday.) was made short again by our endless stories, jokes, laughters, pang-asars, and, well, dreams. It is only now that I realise that our usual convos center on what the future may have for the three of us. What's so different and nice is that we never dream for ourselves. We think of bright tomorrows and cool jobs for each other.

We often say Paul would be a bigtime mathematician someday. He is an acads freak, though not the gc kind of freak. He is a certified virgin (Clem said that virgins are those who haven't cut classes yet; sluts, those who often do.), a DOST scholar, a high school valedictorian, and I dunno what else. Sa'n ka pa? Haha. We were thinking he'd be the future oble, just right after he had a formulated theorems in Math. Hehehe.

Phillip would have to be the future politician, if not the most big time. (Yes, we dream big.) That would have to be the president, if my effort to be explicit failed. Until he reveals to us what course he would shift to, Phillip would always be the public ad guy, the future councilor, or mayor, or lawmaker, or president, or whatever our minds can associate with politics.

And me? Because our last class on mondays and thursdays is Kas 1, and Phillip always has a hangover of the essays we make in that class, he always says I'd be a writer. (Sure, Phillip. Who's our prof in creative writing again?) He tried to stay a bit in touch with reality a while ago (Oh, he's got to try harder.), saying I should try out for Kule. (The guy is nuts.) That actually gave me the idea that we're making dreams for each other. (Cheesy!) I was like, "Salamat sa mga pangarap mong 'di ko kayang tuparin." Hahaha. He later asked if my dream job is to work in the World Bank. Wow. He was damn right. It's cool that perhaps what we want each other to achieve and what we want to achieve ourselves intercept at some points. (Wala lang: He actually thought I idolize my brother and I was like, "Yeah...")

I bet when I later look back to my first year in college, I would never fail to remember the late monday and thursday afternoons spent in jeepneys speeding through the thick smog that seemed to descend upon the long stretch of road that lead to our homes. And of course, the big dreams we made.