The weekend was mostly spent with friends, reminiscing on the past and looking forward to the future.
With Fides and Rizzalyn, I get to look back on the days we had spent together at NLP. We all miss the afternoon breaks, which included trips to ministop and legazpi park, that we had. And then while walking Rizzalyn towards Paseo, we found ourselves musing on what we want to be in the next five years. Right now, I hate planning or mapping out my life. But the truth is I still plan even if I wish beautiful and grand things will just happen spontaneously.
The next day, Jen called and informed me that baby Kira’s christening is set on Sunday, tomorrow. That was some surprise announcement. It’s a good thing I’ve bought something for Kira days, days ago. Originally, that one was not intended to be a christening gift. So Sunday was a day of reunion with Jen, Rosary, and Isha. If only bbro and ng rhea were there, the group would have been complete. Now the three bride’s maids have officially become godmothers to Kira.
Afterwards, sis, who played his photographer role again during Kira’s christening, and I headed to Makati for a dinner get-together with other long-time Ilonggo chatters. It was the dinner treat of MM, who flew back to the U.S. today. So the weekend was capped with stories about the old online days… I used to frequent Ilonggo chatrooms but not anymore.
Also over the weekend, I have started watching One Tree Hill DVDs lent by a co-worker. The two main male characters - the Scott boys - remind me of someone. It must have been difficult for that someone to live a life that is sort of like Lucas Scott. Anyway, I like the music used in OTH.
Speaking of music, too much reminiscing brings a bittersweet feeling. And so, it is no wonder that I am listening to these songs:
1) Dishwalla’s When Morning Comes (wah, Dishwalla songs have a way of moving me)
2) Howie Day’s She Says
3) Keane’s Somewhere Only We Know
4) Snow Patrol’s Chocolate and Run
5) U2’s Stuck in a Moment
feel the burn
feel the demons come to mix
fill the street with madness - don’t
lay your hands and lesions over me
fall instead where midnight dies and
morning comes
feel it here the silence
there’s so much life here
and so much pain - we forget
there’s so much life
as morning comes
and its real - the silence
- When Morning Comes, Dishwalla