Met one of my best friends Ken Bryan last week, March 18. The last time we saw each other was during my wedding (he was my best man) more than 5 years ago. It didn’t feel like it was that long. We’ve known each other since the time we moved in Digos back in 1994. He was the first guy I met in our grade 3 class.
He was the main reason that I never got too bored during weekends. He’d go to our house on Saturdays and play all day. Sometimes I’d go to his house and play basketball. We did that for two straight years then when we reached grade 5, we joined the drum & bugle band of our school. We started as snare drum players but later moved to the bass drum as the usual players have already graduated and we “think” we’re the only ones who are determined enough to carry it during parades and contests.
He went on to hone the craft by being a drum player in their church. Then he became a regular drum player for different bands for the past couple of years. I’m hoping to see one of his gigs in Davao when I get to find time (which deserves another post why free time is such a rarity for me these days). For me, I wasn’t able to continue the drums but I did improve my dancing skills a bit.
It’s good to see old friends. Having new ones is good but keeping old friends and seeing them even once in a while is like making a pit stop during a race so you can check out what is happening in your life.
July 21, 2012 will always have a special place in my heart and my neurons. Me and my friends were supposed to have a trip to Corregidor. It got cancelled because of the very rough weather conditions. However, the reason why it is special is because we proved that friendship is more powerful than all of the storms combined. We still had a great time and we redefined the meaning of the word fun.
Now, whenever I experience heavy rainfall I will be reminded that each storm in our lives can be overcome because of the people we call friends.
And so from this day forward I will call our bunch the Corregidor friends. ^_^
You were the President in one of the freshman classes back in high school.
You were known to be a very good badminton player.
You taught me how to do that head movement trick, where you move the head side by side. It was pretty useful in dancing.
We visited you when you were confined in Digos Doctor’s Hospital back in year 2000.
You suddenly appear in the bleachers during our college orientation. I was delighted to have a classmate that I already know.
You’d almost always sleep in our CS 101 class and I would wake you up by shaking your shoulder.
You would always help me in my surprises for Melay. You have witnessed how our love started. You’ll always be that special buddy for knowing this.
You’ll always be one of the funniest people I’ve ever known.
Rest in peace Dodong Rhenus…
It was 8th of September year 2000. Our 3rd year class had its feast day on that because our section’s name is Nativity (Nativity or birth of Mary). It was also on that day that Digos has been declared as a city effective that date. Hence, there were no classes so we’re the only who were in school at that day.
It was one of my most memorable times in high school. I can still remember how we prepared food and arranged our classroom. The most memorable part of that day is when we played “agawan base” (steal the homebase) game at the open grounds of our school. Our class adviser joined us and even played with barefoot. It was so fun! I have never enjoyed a game like that during my elementary years. What made it more fun was the fact that we are free to do anything at that time.
One thing I learned when playing is to not rush into things and always have a strategy mixed with a little bit of spontaneity. And even if you are overpowered, always try to make short, simple goals one step at a time.
I can’t remember who won though, but it really doesn’t matter because the memory of how happy we were on that day will never be forgotten.
I’ll be starting to post a series of poems today. I am planning to complete it before the end of the year. This will be the first time for me to write poems that are not purely about romantic love. I call these thank you poems since I dedicate them to the people that I would like to thank for just about everything they have shared with me and how they have shaped me as a person.
Circa 2001, I was the Battalion Commander of our batch back in high school. During the start of the school year, some of my officers are having misunderstandings over handling the students in the lower years. This misunderstandings brought conflicts not only among the officers involved but also to the rest of the officers.
Because of this, we decided to have an open forum. Everyone spoke about their feelings, their opinions, complains to anyone in the team. They offered suggestions and rooms for improvements. Most of the female officers are crying already. I waited for everyone to finish before I spoke up. When I uttered my first sentence, tears rushed down from my eyes. I told them about how it feels to be an only child in the family and then I told them how I treat each one of them as my sibling. I also wished that they also treat their fellow officers likewise because being an officer isn’t just fulfilling the duty because before we were brought together as a team before those duties are given to us. And above all, no one should let each other done but instead let each one be there to lend a hand to his or her fellow officer.
My head was bowed down with hands covering my face while I was saying those words. I can’t look into their eyes until I was done because I was crying the whole time. When I looked up, I saw everyone crying even the men.
A similar thing also happened during our retreat in 4th year college. We had our open forum, then after everyone spoke up, I had my turn. Then after I’m done with my speech, everyone was already crying. Lloyd Llesis (may he rest in peace) even cried because he remembered his brother because of what I said.
I never intended to make them cry and I don’t want to see people cry in the first place. I was only speaking about things that I think and feel everyone should recall or realize. Maybe they cry because the words hit them so hard even if they already know about. It’s not easy to say something that can really touch a person’s heart, much more people in gatherings like an open forum.
I’ve worked in two multi-national companies in the past 4 years. When I left the first company, it didn’t feel so hard to say goodbye. With the second company, it was terrible to say the least.
When you’ve been with people for more than 3 years and you get used to seeing them everyday, it’s really, really hard to take those things away from your system. I’ve never felt so lonely because I am closed to a couple of friends there and just seeing them each day for the past 3 years made me feel they’re like my siblings. I know I’ll miss them. I won’t be able to help them the way I did before but I’ll always be here for them.
Sometimes I wish I’m the type who can’t get along easily with other people. Sometimes I wish I don’t have that urge to help, the urge to know different things so I can help other people. Sometimes I wish I am hot-tempered. Why wish all these things? So that I won’t have friends. I won’t have friends that easily. But God doesn’t want me to have those qualities. Being an only child, having friends will compensate for the lack of siblings. I have friends in order for me to feel that I am needed, that I am not alone and that I have no reason to feel empty because I have so much.
I only wish the best for my friends. I can never thank them enough for having me as one of their friends because it wasn’t just plain friendship for me. They mean a lot to me as much as one cares and loves their brothers or sisters.