Note: If you are part of the XYLOGZ, go ahead and read. But if you’re not, just assume that you are.
I called it a day.
A few days ago I wrote an article about the regathering of the prominent, warmblooded XYLOGZ for the preparation of the upcoming birthday of Teacher Judith(our beloved) that I considered a tragedy. In my own view, it was not merely a reunion of the children of Teacher Judith but also a tune-up of old grudges and negative vibes we created before we created from high school(call it the Sir Aglu’s Code, a counterpart of the Da Vinci Code, established during our high school recollection). I blamed that negativity(plus the wrong time) to the unexpected tears produced by Gladys, our friend.
But now, I refuse to finish it and decided to leave it hanging because this night is a different story I’m going to narrate, a story that is taste of a sweet and sour.
Teacher Judith’s birthday means a reunion. I arrived at our meeting place in the knick of time, but unfortunately there were only a few who appeared. You know how Filipino time works. So instead of a three-in-the-afternoon-sharp meeting, some XYLOGZ managed to come late as expected. Again, we’re just a few minus one who withdrew his attendance(he even mumbled profanities in dismay) to the visitation prior to the birthday of Teacher Judith.
Teacher Judith’s birthday means fun. We got hugs and kisses(the reward we got for traveling far and it’s worth it) from our beloved mother and that’s how our fun started. We ate(of course!) and later in the evening was a total catching-up session. We talk and talk(and others drink and drink) until our throats hurt. Heh heh.
Teacher Judith’s birthday means love. As we bade goodbye, we expressed our gratitude to each other(as we have in our picture-takings ek-ek) and love to our only mother who showed us that Whitney Houston is wrong, that the greatest love of all is not purely loving yourself but a loving which comes from a mother. Teacher Judith has given that to us.
Yeah, I mentioned sweet and sour earlier, right? Sweet because I enjoyed every moment of it, the laughs, the chitchattings, the bonding, all. Sour because I went lonely at the middle of the event to the point that it made made me worry about the future, thinking of the what-ifs I choose to keep. And if that happens, XYLOGZ will go crying and eventually dispersed. I don’t want that(hope so you know the underlying idea I’m getting at).
Anyhow, sour moments are not worthy to reminisce. They’re meant to be least considered. Only sweet moments are valuable to be cherished for a lifetime. Ergo, I called it a day.
