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I see trees of green........ red roses too

I see em bloom..... for me and for you

And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky

Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by

I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do

Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.

Twas the night before Sunday, when our drinking buddies started to come in one by one at our favorite hang-out, Coyote's place. Nope not another gas price increase nor a coup in the making. Were not even there to plan our next move on the upcoming sequel of Da Vinci's code. Just an ordinary Saturday with a little belated celebration on Coyote's birthday. SNY is the early bird or is it the early bees. He came with his favorite pasalubong, the locally breed tilapia sa sapa. The celebrant, I think the proper word is "the taya", is panicking as early as six o clock in the evening. The reason? SNY is gulping one beer after the other, and thats one good reason for "the taya" to panick. I came at around eight in the evening tagging along my trusted close in security, (read: the Utol) and found out that Pareng Seryo "the serious guy of all" is already sitting comfortably in one corner, ice cold beer on one hand and a grilled tilapia on the other hand. Together with "the taya" and SNY, we greeted each other before ordering a free ice cold beer. The smell of the sizzling sisig started to attract my undying taste bud, but not for now, because i don't want to collapse with my stomach full of sisig, nakakahiya sa doktor. I'd rather be found frothing with ice cold serbesa on my mouth. We are almost starting to become noisy, when suddenly, a car unknown to us skidded on the side. Suprise of all suprises, it was Jun D. (the drug pusher, legally speaking, because he works in one big pharmaceutical company). He told us later that his car just met an untimely incident and the one he is using now is from his dad's trash bin. Jun D then prepared his altek sound system and before we knew it, we are all listening to the Jerks "reklamo ng reklamo, gustong maging amerkano". Ipe or chikong to his parents then appeared from nowhere, ready to join us in our drinking spree. Now the boys are all here, except for Bulldog, who cares? we all chorused. As the drinking spree became deeper, we were able to cover a lot of topic, from new scooters and the report of an accident that came with it especially the XRM (no offense meant sirs) to the Philadelphia Experiment, the life of an illegal immigrant in Tate and even the future (meron pa ba?) that awaits all of us. We even joked about who's the first guy who will get a stroke (but in reality it might happen to all of us). We also laughed at SNY's pet snake who knows how to perform a BJ (not your usual Buko Juice loko, but the real thing). Masaya is the word whenever we have the time to see each other, may pera man o wala. Even the simple tampuhan, like who puffs the chong que (chinese weeds) most o who ate the sisig most, was put under the bed sheet, just for the sake of camaraderie. I always knew that a nice get together is nearing to an end when all of us are talking at the same time and kanya kanya ng bidahan (mas laos sa lolo ko yan). But for us, its all bidahan lang talaga and no kulitan, except for Bulldog, who was not able to make it, who cares? we all chorused again. It's almost 2 in the morning when i looked at my cellphone watch, and still no one wanted to leave. Beer? we still have two bottles for each other, pangbanlaw na lang, after consuming lots of beer. But the real perks here is not the ice cold serbesa but the samahan ng mga tropa, forget about who is the kuripot, who is the mangugulang, who is the "drawing", who is the mayabang or who is the buraot. What happened on the night before Sunday was a happy gathering of old friends and i'm sure it will go down on our memory bank, filed as "happy moments", may na stroke man o wala.