lorelie

December 28, 2004

It was one cold Tuesday afternoon when I was sitting on the grass of the school ground. The same school ground where I spent days full of excitement, tears and fun. I had just arrived from Bulacan and taking a short vacation to a place where I called home, and it is true that there is no other place like home.

I was reminiscing the days I spent in that school, then after a short while, I opened my backpack and pulled a photo album from it. One by one I scanned the content of that album; suddenly a particular photo caught my attention. It was an old photo of mine with my friend Lorelie. It was taken during our Christmas party when were still senior high school. I smiled as I saw my self on the picture. There is the “chinito” boy who was always mistaken to be a chinoy, the same boy who caused too much headache to our high school mentors. Beside on that boy is the girl that I always think of (oh don’t be too malicious, it is not because I love her, but yes I love her and it is because she’s my girl best friend). I smiled as I affectionately ran my finger on her face in that picture.

Back when were still high schools, at first I didn’t expect to have Lorelie as one of my close friends. When were still freshmen, we’re classmates but we’re not pals. Until when we were in junior class, the story had begun. We became seatmates, me, Lorelie and my best buddy, Wardax (but that guy is another story). I had begun to tell her stories and she begun to listen. When it’s her turn to tell stories, I listened attentively. Her smile made me smile. Her laugh made me laugh. But hey, I had this experience, when she got the top mark in delivering the speech “the search for peace”. Because of her excitement she kissed me on my cheek, oh well that is my first kiss from a girl (hehehehehehe). Days passed and even she had her own circle of friends and I had mine too, we do find ways to spend time with each other.

In our final year in high school, our friendship intensified (oh wow what a choice of word! INTENSIFIED!). She joined Miss Uson and I personally wrote her a declamation piece for her talent (I can’t recall the title anymore, but it is something about the abu sayaff, if I’m not mistaken). Even she did not got the title she won the second place and I am very proud of her. We used to be group mates in cooking class in THE, we spent time cooking maja, puto sosyal, fish balls and the like. We argue with each other during class hours in debate and class discussions, but outside the classroom, were still friends. And wait, she even tell me stories about her suitor, if I still remember that guy’s name is Richmond Arcillas. She helped me solved math and physics problems (I hate those subjects), she even let me copy her assignment (hehehehe). But the things in her that I love most is the way she talk, the way she walk and the way she made me smile. And yes, she’s definitely had space in my heart. I love her and I will always love her.

There were times when I asked myself, what if I did not let a great person like Lorelie crossed unto my path, is it everything still the same. Then I realized that if she did not come into my life, maybe I missed half of my lifetime. And if I’m going to choose another sister, I will ask God to have her.

Lorelie? Who is she? She’s a girl (but definitely a woman now) who touched my life and will always be part of it.