revisiting the past..

This may sound more like a jimson blog than mine..but what else can you do if you have all the time in your hands nowadays?

A visit to Ateneo to finally claim my lab breakage and have lunch with some friends pushed through today. I saw Sir Bobby Guev walking towards Dela Costa and waved. He still remembered my name, "Hi Cha." He shouts out, 'ano nang ginagawa mo ngayon,' and I say, "Sir, bum" and he goes, "tama yan, enjoy mo muna."

Spoken like a true comforting theology teacher. I hated him at first but it turns out one of his lectures would change my life forever.

Anyway, that's besides the point actually. After some lunch and ice cream, I came home and thought about what I was going to do. Basically, the answer is NOTHING. So, I looked around and found an old CD I haven't really seen in about 4 years so I decided to give it a try and by george, it still works!

The CD was the souvenir of our graduation ball. Entitled 'Through The Years," it showed pictures and video clips of stuff that we did from Pre-school to High School. And well, I wasn't so sure how to react. Any normal person would cry, I guess. My mind was actually racing, where was I in these events? My mind was thinking, "I knew I took part in these events, but where was I?"

I realized that high school flew by. There was Pilgrim's Progress where the whole batch goes "eyes have not seen, and ears have not heard..." There was the 3rd year cheering competition... There was Jeco, singing in the chapel (who looked very comfortable. haha) There was Jim and there was Billy, both lighter than they were now... There was the retreat where we all complained why we can't go out of town like everybody else... there was, there were a lot of events.

And we all looked pretty happy and satisfied. We all looked young. we all looked innocent. Those were the days. I know I haven't seen many of my batchmates since we graduated from high school, and I was shocked by the memories that were awakened at the sight of the people in the video. People trading cell phone numbers (cell phones with antennas still being the trend), people hugging, people crying, people jumping up and down the chapel as if it was just any home.

Time flies fast. On a personal note, I remember creating the Epistles thing for the batch. Not that I'm taking credit for it of course, but it was an inspiration to all of us who organized it. The painstaking ways of keeping it secret and uniform, the people who didn't get who they wanted to sponsor, and well, the 'forced sponsor' to bond people or mend gaps between them. I miss doing things like that...writing letters to friends and non-friends (acquaintances fine) and think of the good things (and bad things) that you can say about them. It was a fun channel of communication and I was happy that we were able to do that...

High school was such a nice memory. Growing up with those people was such an experience that i wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Yeah, our school grounds may have been rough but the collectiveness that we have found in our small batch of people every time there was a basketball game or an event to be performed is priceless.

:)