Childhood Dreams
Do you remember your past childhood memories? Your childhood dreams? Those youthful days of dreaming wide awake of the things what you want to do when you get older? (Man, now I feel much older) I do and just recently, after talking to my best friend, Bunny, recently.
I greeted her out of nowhere last night since we haven’t heard from each other for a few months now. And I just wanted to share the news on my graduation. She then replied, among other things she is busy regarding her uncle’s wedding (she hasn’t replied which uncle it is, but I have a feeling who it is) and two jobs…
I then replied something along the lines of “…Wow, two jobs eh? What are they? You have money! Me, graduated cum laude and still unemployed…”
She then sent an SMS back saying, “AHHH! Cum laude, Camille? Why didn’t you tell me? Cum laude of Fine Arts… that was my dream… huhu”
Flashes from the past suddenly rushed back into my memory. All these years… how can I forget? We’ve known each other since the sixth grade, and we actually just became the best of friends through phone when we had to transfer schools so many miles apart from each other. Together we started a teen series novel (which remains unfinished to this day after three years of taking the one-person load of continuing it), we talked, we cried, we laughed, we shared– we dreamt.
Each of us had our own dreams. She wanted to go to Fine Arts, since ever since she was little all she wanted was to draw. While I… I loved to draw as well, but I wanted to be lawyer. We both wanted to serve the people in two different aspects.
But then the years passed and choosing a degree was on our heels and we had to make a choice. For some odd reason, we interchanged places– I took Fine Arts as a primary choice, while she decided to take Psychology as a pre-law course. We actually just laughed at the whole thing, the interchange of careers.
Now, I’m done with my degree, and she’s finishing her pre-law course and she sheds tears of joy at news I told her, and she said “Oo nga e sayo natupad ang pangarap natin. Grabe childhood dream ko ginive-up ko para sa law… for the love of country and my people…” (Yes, isn’t it? It is with you that our dreams came true. Goodness, I gave up my childhood dream for law, for the love of country and my people…
I replied, “Ne, para satin to. One’s success is for the both of us…” (Ne, it’s for us… and I added “We’re simply fulfilling each other’s dreams, and I have no regrets in doing so. ”
“I wish I was there when you went up the stage, I would’ve felt like it was me too…”
If we were only talking face to face, I would have hugged her on the spot, and we would be crying. I was on the verge of my own tears just reading our SMS, what more if we were together in real time.
How can I forget our innocent dreams? Our dreams of making this place much better than what we thought then? I guess people tend to forget, and it takes a longer time to retreive those memories back. I can only smile and tell myself now…
“How admirable those young selfless dreams were…”
A Pleasant Surprise
Last Monday night came a surprise indeed. He came to our house– really. All the way from work, he came to our house for a visit. Ironically, both my parents were home and the first to greet him. Actually the whole scenario was as if taken from a TV sitcom, but then telling all the details in writing will result to a boring subject in the future. So let your imagination run wild. 
He just finished the last part of the first Harry Potter movie with us which was showing at WOWOW, so our whole conversation was either Harry Potter related or anything that can stem out from such things. My kid sister was watching with us (and wasn’t keen on the idea that I have a visitor so late at night, and a guy for that matter ;^^) and was at least behaved. He even brought ice cream for her (lol). I guess he took my warning seriously that he’s not exactly okay with her. Which is true, by the way. *sees sister’s glaring eyes* Moving on…
He said goodbye when the movie ended less than an hour later, which is highly logical since he has a faraway place to go home to. (Re~ally far– I just have to emphasize that).
It was a pleasant surprise really. It’s nice to know that someone like him with go a great deal of distance (a gre~at deal of distance– if you know what I mean) just to visit, for just less than an hour at that. It WAS around 9:30, 45? when he went (My sister tells me so… I wasn’t counting the minutes you know).
After this, I wouldn’t know what to expect now. Really. Especially now that I have more time in my hands– But I’m still basically stuck here at home with all these SARS paranoia scaring the wits out of my mom (Dang, he invited me to see X2, what’d you expect? I wasn’t allowed to *pouts*)
*sighs*
No, really… I don’t know what to expect now.
One step at a time,
one foot then another…
We’ll see where this leads us…
