Photo Albums

Fixed up my pictures and photo albums this morning. I've been wanting to do that before but I haven't had a chance to. When I woke up, I just decided to just do it and stop procastinating. I'm glad I did. The last photo I filed was, apparently, in the year 1999. So the earliest picture I had to fix this morning was a picture from my senior year in high school, during initiation. Imagine that.

Looking back on all the pictures, I miss how it was. I miss my friends in high school, in college. I miss my best friends in the states, I miss the people I thought I'd always keep in touch with bbut life got in the way.

When I talked with Trish, I realized that I was missing my graduation pictures. I know I have those pictures. Somewhere. Either they're somewhere in my room or they're in the family album (I'm thinking - hoping - the latter).

Things were great. And though I might not be talking or keeping up to date with some of the people I was really close to before, I'm glad I got to know them, got to spend time with them and laughed a lot with them.

I'm glad I saw Mark dress up in Trish's dress as he and Weng pretended to be two gay guys having sex. I miss Roman as he flexed his muscles while standing in knee-deep waters while all the other people around him (Erwin, Tongie, to name a few) were sitting on their butts with their knees pulled up, hiding their bodies. I miss playing card games and decorating each other's faces with powder. I miss having spent time with my friends in Dusit hotel and someone plugging in on the pay-per-view all-night porn channel and never admitting who the hell did it. I miss Puerto Azul where we ate and ate and didn't spend a thing for the place coz of Roman's connections. That was my first drinking party.

I miss my classmates, my batchmates. I miss how Billy, King, and Emman had a group they called The Recycle Box crew or something. I remember how our classroom had certain places for certain people and the entire back of the classroom was 'reserved' for our barkada. I remember how Albert brought his videocamera to school one entire week and his barkada played around with it. We all kept cracking up at his "magic" and I remember a teacher who was nice enough to play along.

I miss my university, my college, the cramming sessions of our lab exams where we'd be sitting in the hallways, busily scanning our notes. I miss hanging out at my condo and my then-boyf's condo. I miss the surprise party my then-best friend threw for me. I miss her. We have this one picture were we're hugging each other tightly and I miss that. I miss those moments. I miss Subic where we spent the night and watched the Philippine beauty pageant and made fun of the flabby girls who claim to have 24-25 waist lines. I missed how we all were in our sleepwear and was just chowing down snacks in our rooms. I miss how Fer would sing in the shower and we'd complain and tell her to lower it down. I miss Andee and how she and Ronan were buddies. I miss my old body, Joy's old hair. I miss hanging with Jean, I miss Con's corned beef ala con
that Joy and I ended up finishing even though we were full and had originally insisted on just eating a little.

I miss my Enchanted Kingdom memories when I went there with my high school friends and then another time with my college friends. I miss Fackkjjmm, although before, I suppose we would've called ourselves Fackkjjjmm (the name was coined when med school rolled around).

I miss a lot of people, a lot of moments. And yet I also wonder at the person that I see in the pictures, how she's grown, how she's changed. And I'm glad for it all.