On Reliving Old Memories And Creating New Ones
Politics is not it.
Even as government and its component string-pullers impact on our lives daily and in writing our nation’s history , life is surely about relishing our memories with our family, our friends and in making new ones.
This was how your Midfielder’s weekend went.
For quite the first time in 35 years friends from Jose Rizal College (now JRU) of Batch ’75 converged at my place for 7 hours of pure, unadulterated good cheer.
Reminiscences of high school pranks, academic high. The high, bumps and gyrations.
And yes, the crushes – those unspoken ‘kiligs, the ones who got away.
And boys (now in their early 50’s) still huffing and puffing about their machismo (real and imagined).
The girls (now aspiring or accomplished lolas) 50-ish) finally confirming their own aspired for papas and boylets.
The day would, of course, not be complete with the MMK stories and how each weathered them and emerged as better, wiser and stronger with their grown and growing kids serving as their badges of accomplishment.
This is account Version 1.0.
More in the coming hours and days as I compile the Facebook threads.
35 years is a long time to reminisce all the fun times, the growing up years, the heartaches and tears of separating on graduation day! And voila — its fun times once again. Like a roulette, all the memories are clearer again. But all those young faces of yesterday turned to matured, good-looking persons of today. No regrets cause to see one another at this opportune time is nonetheless golden and will stay part of our memoirs in the years to come. Kudos to batch 75!
Such are what I call the true matters of consequence! You can’t buy it in the stockmarket or anywhere else
35 years is indeed a long time full of shared and individual memories, bitter and sweet. That’s why fellowship reunions are so therapeutic!