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The kids of '89
It seems that reconnecting is this year's theme. Saturday night found me alone in a KTV bar in Makati, waiting for my childhood friends and relatives. Technically, they're my aunts and uncles but we're pretty much about the same age so we tell people we're cousins.
I was actually nervous about seeing all of them again. I had no problems with T since she is the closest thing I'll ever have to a biological sister but it was seeing the rest that made me feel so antsy.
I was never so happy to be wrong.
I never realized how much I've missed these guys. We were laughing so hard, reminiscing about the past that I've literally lost my voice. Seeing all of us together again in one place made me happy, melancholic and guilty. I was happy to see that we still are the same crazy people who cared so much for each other - 20 years have not changed that. I feel guilty and melancholic that I didn't try to keep in touch. I guess now is the time to change that.
I looked at all of us and I was proud of what we've become: husbands, wives, parents and friends. We now have entrepreneurs, a nurse, a lawyer, a corporate executive and a professional host in the mix. We've grown up and matured. But just for that one night, we let ourselves be kids again, just like how we were back in 1989.
We bantered, we retaliated, we laughed, we screamed, we teased and we all went home at 6 in the morning with a promise that we will do this again next week.
I'm making good on that promise. I can't let them slip away again.
I was actually nervous about seeing all of them again. I had no problems with T since she is the closest thing I'll ever have to a biological sister but it was seeing the rest that made me feel so antsy.
I was never so happy to be wrong.
I never realized how much I've missed these guys. We were laughing so hard, reminiscing about the past that I've literally lost my voice. Seeing all of us together again in one place made me happy, melancholic and guilty. I was happy to see that we still are the same crazy people who cared so much for each other - 20 years have not changed that. I feel guilty and melancholic that I didn't try to keep in touch. I guess now is the time to change that.
I looked at all of us and I was proud of what we've become: husbands, wives, parents and friends. We now have entrepreneurs, a nurse, a lawyer, a corporate executive and a professional host in the mix. We've grown up and matured. But just for that one night, we let ourselves be kids again, just like how we were back in 1989.
We bantered, we retaliated, we laughed, we screamed, we teased and we all went home at 6 in the morning with a promise that we will do this again next week.
I'm making good on that promise. I can't let them slip away again.
