Backtrack // Not older
The little children tagging along, not letting go of our shirts and skirts, whose decisions depended heavily in the choices we make for them, are no longer little children. In fact, some of them have already grown taller and bigger than us now, perhaps even wiser than us as well, a fact we cannot seem to accept. Oh, no, we are getting old.
By we, I meant me and my high school friends.
Most of us are now degree holders, about to set foot onto the oft-called “real world”, otherwise known as the workforce, waiting for employment confirmation messages. Some, particularly those taking five-year courses or those who have shifted courses, are in their senior year, ecstatic over their graduating status while also distressed over the overwhelming final requirement that is thesis.
We are getting old. Starting this year, or maybe a few years from now, our annual Bordz Christmas Reunion Party will be more like a children’s party, catering to the need for fun and enjoyment and amusement of our own children and our friends’ children. This was our epiphany a month ago as we celebrated the christening and first birthday of Raizen, son of our friend Vanessa. I was supposed to write about the experience and publish this entry hours after the party, and I thought I had already done so, but I unknowingly accidentally deleted the blog draft without having clicked the publish button yet.
It was the 22nd of June, a day well-spent catching up on the love lives of one other. Nikola, especially, was put on the hot seat, where she was forced to reveal her current relationship status.
^ Nikola and I as proxies in “Happy Six Friends” (or maybe not)
Regina called it “Saturday lamon” for, indeed, all we did that afternoon was eat. But “Saturday chikahan” seems more apt for me, for what we really did more than to eat was to gossip. •
Sidenote: Raizen liked my gift!
(Photos by Vanessa Benitez, Angela Leron, and Regina Masanga;
post-processed by yours truly)
♫ We Will Not Grown Old — Lenka
By we, I meant me and my high school friends.
Most of us are now degree holders, about to set foot onto the oft-called “real world”, otherwise known as the workforce, waiting for employment confirmation messages. Some, particularly those taking five-year courses or those who have shifted courses, are in their senior year, ecstatic over their graduating status while also distressed over the overwhelming final requirement that is thesis.
We are getting old. Starting this year, or maybe a few years from now, our annual Bordz Christmas Reunion Party will be more like a children’s party, catering to the need for fun and enjoyment and amusement of our own children and our friends’ children. This was our epiphany a month ago as we celebrated the christening and first birthday of Raizen, son of our friend Vanessa. I was supposed to write about the experience and publish this entry hours after the party, and I thought I had already done so, but I unknowingly accidentally deleted the blog draft without having clicked the publish button yet.
It was the 22nd of June, a day well-spent catching up on the love lives of one other. Nikola, especially, was put on the hot seat, where she was forced to reveal her current relationship status.
^ Nikola and I as proxies in “Happy Six Friends” (or maybe not)
Regina called it “Saturday lamon” for, indeed, all we did that afternoon was eat. But “Saturday chikahan” seems more apt for me, for what we really did more than to eat was to gossip. •
Sidenote: Raizen liked my gift!
(Photos by Vanessa Benitez, Angela Leron, and Regina Masanga;
post-processed by yours truly)
♫ We Will Not Grown Old — Lenka