It's my friend Caroline's birthday and I thought of something different for her: Torture her with our younger days back in Brgy Bata. Bwahahaha.
Laying out these photos has brought me back down memory lane, with Caroline, how we met and how together we grew up into adulthood, learning things and letting them mold us and be who we are now.
Caroline and I are an obvious contrast. She's wacky, I'm serious. She's noisy, I'm quiet. She's adventurous, I am cautious. She loves to dance, I hate it. But there was one common denominator: we were both thirsty for the Lord, eager to get to know him and serve him whichever way it would bring us. Remembering our Singles for Christ days is never complete without her in the picture. Why, she was the very first friend I made, being underage and almost not allowed to join the organization. The allowed age was 21 up. She was only 17, and I was turning 19. It was God bringing us together, because we got in!!
Quite recently, she sort of hurt my feelings. And I, well sort of, hurt her back (Bwahahaha). But the things that a cat friend would do to mend our friendship! It humbled me and showed me that no matter how different we are, we have already become part of each other's life, whether we like it or not.
Miss you Car. I miss the way you wanted me, and only me when you were hurting. I miss the sleep over at your house, the jogging at Roselawns, the whole-night talks. No one would tell me such shocking revealations like you did. No one would let me laugh so hard till I cry for mercy. No one would attack our house, break into my mosquito net and shove bibingka down my throat, like you did. I miss that and when you're here, we will eat bibingka till we turn green.