It was the best of time and it was the worst of times. Some
people tend to say that about their time in school. I think I lived in a cocoon
during the time that I was in elementary and high school. I am not shy to say
that I may be the kind of person who peaked during my school years. I was a
bully to people who were not my friends and cared only for my own comforts. I
don’t remember everybody from elementary and high school so though it may be
fun to be an organizer, I would be the worst person to ask the sentence, “Do you remember…?” I would automatically say
no. It actually happened during the centennial alumni homecoming. I forgot a
guy who played for the exhibition game. I was like, “I don’t remember going to
school with this guy." I later realized I might have encountered him at times
but bitchy brat weirdo that I was I don’t remember him since I didn’t really pay attention to people who were neither my
classmates nor my crush. It’s weird when people remember you and you don’t
remember them. But as the past goes, he remembers me for a version of bullying
I did during my officer years. Infamous has always been a tag I had on my
person but I have grown to not care.
It was great to be able to see old players get things going
on the court. I used to LOVE watching and writing stuff on stats for the games.
People always though I was some kind of sports writer for the school organ
(newspaper) but I wasn’t I was just a weird fan like that. I actually at those
times wanted to be a sports journalist. ^.^
We were the bracket champion and had the trophy for it.
But we came short 6 points to win the exhibition game. I hoped I was able to know they were doing the championship games. I would have gone home to watch it and just travelled back to work. *then again my prod was on the line so I probably wouldn’t have*
Funny thing was an Aquino was playing for the other team and
we were missing our Aquino on our side. That would have been epic if they
played against each other. Lala’s brother was killing us with his awesomeness.
If the lil man was on my team I would applaud him but I want to hrrr him
because he wasn’t. ^.^
I took a tryke to SBC after getting to batangas, eating
breakfast and taking a bath. I had to walk from the parking area in the back to
get inside. A helpful guard told me that
the registration was at the main gate. *Manong malamang* I saw Eka there and we
waited for Dada. No reg for us just wrote down our names on the guest list
since the ID tags were out. I let Eka
and Dada go to the gym first I went up and was told by a teacher or alumnae
that my batchmates went down after leaving a message on the board. I didn’t realize Abs was Abi B so I left a
message for Max that Eka and I would be watching the game. When I came down it
turned out that they were all there. It turns out the game was delayed and we
would have to wait.
We went back up to wait for the game to start. When it did,
I didn’t care if my voice was my bread and butter, I was in high school again
and my voice echoed in the gym. At one point I was able to be louder than the
other team’s cheerers. Loving our own is not difficult since we spent years
supporting them in various things. The friendship too made it worth the while.
Just this time the heckling was more of “your wife/gf said you won’t get any if
you screw it up”. Good times.
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| lakad pa lang matikas na |
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| sasoy vs goliath |
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| Lala's Bro |
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We decided to go somewhere after. Smuch as the activities
and the alumni show would have been fun to watch I was from my years of
Febfairing knew that the people that you spend time with and not the things you
watch is what matters the most.
The peeps I was with were not in my circle of friends maybe
except Eka and Abi. They are what I call my Venn Diagram friends. Friends of
friends or classmates of friends or friends of my classmates from years past. But
like what we realized when we graduated from SBC and meet in other school, we
would always gravitate towards each other because that is how Batanguenos are.
We ate and drank and talked. We shared live after college experiences. They
ribbed each other over who had courted or had a crush on whom. Not going to go
into details I don’t want to be unfriended on facebook. LOL
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| there were more food later |
I just realized that it was a good thing AND a bad thing
that I was just plain weird during those times. I was able to just enjoy being
a kid. AND the more adult playing I did in the freedom of my college years. Because
no offense to my parents and parents in general, had I stayed here I would have
been smothered.
I was told I tend to live in the past. Going back helps me realize that there were a lot of things I already forgot but that some things stay with you, camaraderie, a sense of home and the need to know that things then happened for a reason. And that collectively all your experiences helped shape who you are now.
I am just sad that BJ, Jonas and a few others were not given a chance to even choose whether to go or not. But I am sure that they were there with us in spirit.
To those who were not there, we know you could have if you
could. To those who didn’t want to because they thought it was lame, you missed
100 years of your life. To those who were there, next time ulit!
