I believe you, the readers, are now well aware of the characters in this story. All thanks to the genius of the Guest Week. Never fail to impress, do I?
Coming back to real time, so to say, The One has a few stories to share. Stories from The One's school days, stories from down the memory lane. So I stand corrected. We come back to the past. Specifically The One's past.
The One had a Wolf Gang at school. And The One, more often than not, believed The One was the Big Wolf. And it didn't matter to the others, as they had the notion of themselves being the ringleader as well. The gang consisted of seven members; Alpha Sierra was one of them members. The Gang had been together for the whole of high school, and I kid you not, they still catch up regularly through SNS, phone calls and the during the summer break without fail.
And you better believe me when I say that they are probably best people to hang with. Because I have hung out with them. And as Alpha Sierra, being an avid Barney Stinson fan, would say 'The sessions were legen-wait for it-dary'.
There have been moments, low and high, but the Wolf Gang stuck together. They might have gone their separate ways, different colleges and have different lives, but when they meet up, it's the same old zealous atmosphere that existed when exams used to get over.
I have been a part of their after exams celebrations. And the ingredients of the party were simple: DVDs, chips, cola, pizzas and a 52/104 pack of cards. Nothing more, nothing less. And to be fair, no addition or subtraction to the recipe would have made the dish better. Because once you have tasted this gourmet, nothing ever tastes the same.
The One often goes nostalgic when he gets these flashbacks because, quoting David Guetta, those will be the best memories, The One tells me. And to feature one of these memories would be foolish (The One's very words) because 'Out of the cauldron I call recollections, each bubble represents a gift of experience that is worthless without the whole packaging'.
Nevertheless, he recounts many of the moments the gang have had with a tear in The One's eye. I, being the keen listener that I am, couldn't get enough of The One's stories. They were captivating, yet subtle; engrossing yet thought-provoking, and as enjoyable as the adventures of Tintin. I had been a good audience till I had a question that broke all hell loose; why the sudden overwhelming nostalgia?
And so began the rant we (you) had been waiting for. I was at the end of the outburst that you're going to read now.
"I have had enough of their douchebaggery. I absolutely cannot stand their presence. I am disgusted by their mere vibe and God help my case if I snap, somebody's gonna get hurt real bad." His outburst had a Russell Peters reference. By golly.
The One added, "I never used to get pissed off or have headaches ever. I had the emotions of a schizophrenic in a cloud castle. However, with these damned children, they are a regular occurrence. This never happened at the Wolf gang. It was unacceptable by all means."
And then followed a series of profanity that lasted longer than the periodic table. Longer, more acidic or basic (whatever is your chemical tendency), and heavier than yo mama. This was the angriest I had seen The One ever. And I've known that man ever since he was born. I don't remember his exact words for The One tends to murmur under his breath, but I'm pretty sure it included defiling someone's female family members through means unacceptable. I reiterate, by golly.
And then The One proceeded for his slumber. Without apologizing. Rude and shall be dealt accordingly.
I resumed my downloading fest. DC Animated movies, Wayne's World, The Breakfast Club, Yellow Submarine goes the list.
In other news, tomorrow is Moonface's birthday. The One is indifferent and may not even wish her. I will have to do it on his behalf. And The One has marked no as his RSPV to her celebration and might convince me to do the same. I will miss the cake. I love cake. Damn you, The One.
Coming back to real time, so to say, The One has a few stories to share. Stories from The One's school days, stories from down the memory lane. So I stand corrected. We come back to the past. Specifically The One's past.
The One had a Wolf Gang at school. And The One, more often than not, believed The One was the Big Wolf. And it didn't matter to the others, as they had the notion of themselves being the ringleader as well. The gang consisted of seven members; Alpha Sierra was one of them members. The Gang had been together for the whole of high school, and I kid you not, they still catch up regularly through SNS, phone calls and the during the summer break without fail.
And you better believe me when I say that they are probably best people to hang with. Because I have hung out with them. And as Alpha Sierra, being an avid Barney Stinson fan, would say 'The sessions were legen-wait for it-dary'.
There have been moments, low and high, but the Wolf Gang stuck together. They might have gone their separate ways, different colleges and have different lives, but when they meet up, it's the same old zealous atmosphere that existed when exams used to get over.
I have been a part of their after exams celebrations. And the ingredients of the party were simple: DVDs, chips, cola, pizzas and a 52/104 pack of cards. Nothing more, nothing less. And to be fair, no addition or subtraction to the recipe would have made the dish better. Because once you have tasted this gourmet, nothing ever tastes the same.
The One often goes nostalgic when he gets these flashbacks because, quoting David Guetta, those will be the best memories, The One tells me. And to feature one of these memories would be foolish (The One's very words) because 'Out of the cauldron I call recollections, each bubble represents a gift of experience that is worthless without the whole packaging'.
Nevertheless, he recounts many of the moments the gang have had with a tear in The One's eye. I, being the keen listener that I am, couldn't get enough of The One's stories. They were captivating, yet subtle; engrossing yet thought-provoking, and as enjoyable as the adventures of Tintin. I had been a good audience till I had a question that broke all hell loose; why the sudden overwhelming nostalgia?
And so began the rant we (you) had been waiting for. I was at the end of the outburst that you're going to read now.
"I have had enough of their douchebaggery. I absolutely cannot stand their presence. I am disgusted by their mere vibe and God help my case if I snap, somebody's gonna get hurt real bad." His outburst had a Russell Peters reference. By golly.
The One added, "I never used to get pissed off or have headaches ever. I had the emotions of a schizophrenic in a cloud castle. However, with these damned children, they are a regular occurrence. This never happened at the Wolf gang. It was unacceptable by all means."
And then followed a series of profanity that lasted longer than the periodic table. Longer, more acidic or basic (whatever is your chemical tendency), and heavier than yo mama. This was the angriest I had seen The One ever. And I've known that man ever since he was born. I don't remember his exact words for The One tends to murmur under his breath, but I'm pretty sure it included defiling someone's female family members through means unacceptable. I reiterate, by golly.
And then The One proceeded for his slumber. Without apologizing. Rude and shall be dealt accordingly.
I resumed my downloading fest. DC Animated movies, Wayne's World, The Breakfast Club, Yellow Submarine goes the list.
In other news, tomorrow is Moonface's birthday. The One is indifferent and may not even wish her. I will have to do it on his behalf. And The One has marked no as his RSPV to her celebration and might convince me to do the same. I will miss the cake. I love cake. Damn you, The One.
I believe that the latter part is, what should i say, boasted out of proportion, not that i say it isn't true. Whatever has been written has my approval, but i disagree on the extent of the context. I think The one should calm his nerves and think of himself as a person giving his maturity test .
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