Reunion: Tracing Those Years…

I will excuse myself blogging memories, mudane as it were, but so memorable to me.

I was invited and I missed the appointment. I have plenty of reasons to note but I know no one cares.

The Dasol Catholic School held its reunion las February 21, 2009. I was, and I am still part of that batch 1989. It was so long ago but still I cherished the good old times of clique groups, lovelife gone haywiring, grades first before relationships and so on and so forth.

I promised to be there but I did not make it. I will not write reasons why I did not attend the occasion for no one else even myself believe otherwise.

I should be there.
I was not expecting that I will be invited to that reunion but suddenly, some old names and faces kept popping up in my PC LCD screen when for whatever reasons, I checked my friendster account.

I was amused. And, I was afraid, too, to post some answers. I feared that I have not done good enough to show to them that, “hey! look what i am now…still poor and struggling.” I can’t argue using the argumentom ad misericordiam.

This was funny and I still love it. For all the people, Bing, formerly Geneve Abella, had the guts to ask for my mobile phone number. I wrote here that she got guts because during those younger times, we had rough times and we had few good memories. Maybe, we reserved the bests for these days. What an irony? Isn’t it?

My first answer to Bing was: I am sorry for what I did to you during those times. She said: for what? It was good for me because she has a short memory, he he he he, to remember my foolishness.

Then, Amelita Dizon (I will be using here there names and surnames when we were younger of course) sent me some short messages. I used to have a good relationship with this lady classmate. I could cracked jokes to her during those days.

Suddenly, I asked: how come that I am also important to this batch? I was a bitch poor boy then (until now, I am still a bitch poor, though not a boy anymore but a man).

I used to enter our school in spartan slippers unlike these guys who sported their kaypee shoes mimicking some artista of the now defunct, that’s entertainment of GMA 7. If only the Korean Telenovela were in during those times, I know, they looked more Koreans than Sandara, he h ehe he. Oh, I remember their shagi banks and the siete or the dos haircuts.

The girls tagged along their slum notebooks. But, they kept it away from the prying eyes of our teachers by tucking it in between their old books of Earth Science, Geometry, Economics and Chemistry.

to be continued…