Yesterday I went with my friend Maan to attend a pre-baptismal seminar in Calamba Parish Hall. I thought I was simply accompanying her. But it turned out that I am listed as one of the child’s godfathers, just like Jose Mari and other friends from high school. This will be my third. Mixed emotions, laughs! Let me just give you a little background of my not-so-distant past.
Back in high school, since first year, Maan and I belonged to the same class. We also lived in the same village. They moved in Calamba in the same year, 1996. She, and her family, was like a childhood friend to me and to my family. Even if our houses back then were located in different phases, they were from Phase 7 and us from Phase 2 then we moved in Phase 5 when I was in my first year in college, they never missed inviting us whenever there was an occasion or sometimes, they simply brought dinner to our house. That was so sweet of her mama.
I remember that we used to walk every late afternoon from school, or sometimes we hitched on a passing car or truck, laughs! It was fun. We talked almost about everything everyday. We saw sidewalk’s long weeds grow and die. Whenever there was a meeting in our house, I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer at their house. There were so many naughty and funny things we shared together as adventurous teens and I don’t think I could write them all here or else, I’ll be spending my whole vacation writing them all here, laughs!
I can’t believe those crazy things and the drama of high school life. Wow. What a colorful life we had back then. Things had changed and whenever I visit the old places, I couldn’t help but admit it to myself that almost everything changed so much. Places, people, faces, lifestyles, attitude, characters and even names had changed. Some had moved to far places. Some are forgotten that you need to check your annuals to remember them. And being invited to be part of a child’s precious life means I was not forgotten. There you go, the drama! Laughs! But it’s true that it feels good and it means a lot to me.
In high school, when competition was stiff, (coz now it is stiffer, laughs!) when we were in our senior year, there were many transferees and one of them, the famous one, was Roquester Garcia (his name sounds like rooster, right?). He was an additional male pretty face in my high school life which had made my life a bit miserable, a big laugh on that, laughs! You see, I am like this since the world had begun. Anyway, I never gave up. As if. I took the war on (which would make me lose in the end, laughs!).
I don’t need to say it but to some point, (and it is given, come on, we were high school! You know high school…) Maan and I were having this special thing. So special that I couldn’t name it or place it on either crush status or, err, love status.
That feeling only lasted until we became sophomores. However, you know this testosterone influence in our male body that even if it is already labeled as ‘past’ or ‘part of the past’, something in our male system still considers a connection, or should I say ‘ownership’ over that thing or whatever. What I’m saying here is that, even if there was no other finite status Maan and I had but best-friend status (oh I so like it making names when I write, laughs!), unknowingly I was, or my testosterone (blame it to this hormones, laughs!) was reading the connection as a lifetime ownership. I think Science writer or the experts in hormones could explain it better, laughs!
So there. When this Roquester entered into our lives, things changed. I was moving way far behind the Campus Famous Personalities List. Where did I get that list name? But you know what I mean, right? So I was becoming less famous that ticked my competitive spirit. In other words, even if I didn’t mean to, I hated Roquester for causing this in my life, Dramachine activated!
To cut it short, funny it is that after almost ten years, we are ending as kumpare to each other for their first child. Life indeed is full of unexpected twists and I like it. I am happy with my life now and I am happy for both of them. And I appreciate it so much that they want me to become part of their baby’ life. The Baptism will be held in Calamba Parish Church this Easter Sunday. Unfortunately, I can’t be with them on time because it is my priority to attend our Easter Sunday service in Victory Calamba. Like Pastor Ernie said, I am Christian-in-progress. And I am praying that I could be an instrument of God in the life of baby Ailus.
Back in high school, since first year, Maan and I belonged to the same class. We also lived in the same village. They moved in Calamba in the same year, 1996. She, and her family, was like a childhood friend to me and to my family. Even if our houses back then were located in different phases, they were from Phase 7 and us from Phase 2 then we moved in Phase 5 when I was in my first year in college, they never missed inviting us whenever there was an occasion or sometimes, they simply brought dinner to our house. That was so sweet of her mama.
I remember that we used to walk every late afternoon from school, or sometimes we hitched on a passing car or truck, laughs! It was fun. We talked almost about everything everyday. We saw sidewalk’s long weeds grow and die. Whenever there was a meeting in our house, I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer at their house. There were so many naughty and funny things we shared together as adventurous teens and I don’t think I could write them all here or else, I’ll be spending my whole vacation writing them all here, laughs!
I can’t believe those crazy things and the drama of high school life. Wow. What a colorful life we had back then. Things had changed and whenever I visit the old places, I couldn’t help but admit it to myself that almost everything changed so much. Places, people, faces, lifestyles, attitude, characters and even names had changed. Some had moved to far places. Some are forgotten that you need to check your annuals to remember them. And being invited to be part of a child’s precious life means I was not forgotten. There you go, the drama! Laughs! But it’s true that it feels good and it means a lot to me.
In high school, when competition was stiff, (coz now it is stiffer, laughs!) when we were in our senior year, there were many transferees and one of them, the famous one, was Roquester Garcia (his name sounds like rooster, right?). He was an additional male pretty face in my high school life which had made my life a bit miserable, a big laugh on that, laughs! You see, I am like this since the world had begun. Anyway, I never gave up. As if. I took the war on (which would make me lose in the end, laughs!).
I don’t need to say it but to some point, (and it is given, come on, we were high school! You know high school…) Maan and I were having this special thing. So special that I couldn’t name it or place it on either crush status or, err, love status.
That feeling only lasted until we became sophomores. However, you know this testosterone influence in our male body that even if it is already labeled as ‘past’ or ‘part of the past’, something in our male system still considers a connection, or should I say ‘ownership’ over that thing or whatever. What I’m saying here is that, even if there was no other finite status Maan and I had but best-friend status (oh I so like it making names when I write, laughs!), unknowingly I was, or my testosterone (blame it to this hormones, laughs!) was reading the connection as a lifetime ownership. I think Science writer or the experts in hormones could explain it better, laughs!
So there. When this Roquester entered into our lives, things changed. I was moving way far behind the Campus Famous Personalities List. Where did I get that list name? But you know what I mean, right? So I was becoming less famous that ticked my competitive spirit. In other words, even if I didn’t mean to, I hated Roquester for causing this in my life, Dramachine activated!
To cut it short, funny it is that after almost ten years, we are ending as kumpare to each other for their first child. Life indeed is full of unexpected twists and I like it. I am happy with my life now and I am happy for both of them. And I appreciate it so much that they want me to become part of their baby’ life. The Baptism will be held in Calamba Parish Church this Easter Sunday. Unfortunately, I can’t be with them on time because it is my priority to attend our Easter Sunday service in Victory Calamba. Like Pastor Ernie said, I am Christian-in-progress. And I am praying that I could be an instrument of God in the life of baby Ailus.
