"I remember the boy, but I don't remember the feeling anymore."
Pardon me for laughing first before explaining this memory. It's that line of the song that amuses me about this snapshot. He's not my boyfriend. Now I kinda wish he was. Right now it just feels right to say he was, but he wasn't :(. If only he was *kidding* lol!
Eric is a Theology major (see I remember his name too, lol). His department and mine used to do social activities together. During the summer of 1990, I fancied going with his group to Tacloban City. I didn't want to go home wearing an atrocious hairstyle like that (so I escaped and joined the circus). My parents wouldn't be amused to see their only girl looking like a boy. Eric's group were student literature evangelists out in the city selling books. I wasn't supposed to be allowed to join them because #1. I am totally useless when it comes to marketing; #2. The group had already reached the maximum number of students. But they needed a pianist to accompany them on their singing engagements, so there I was: a happy-go-lucky juvenile spare tire.
Among the details that I remember about this pic are -- my very first boyfriend, Michael (I remember his name too! lol) took this shot. Around eighteen of us were in the anteroom getting ready to render a prior-sermon song duringDivine Worship. A church elder was giving announcements to the congregation before I was to play the ... oh no! I've forgotten it ... church-goers, help! Is it called offertory? When participants kneel on the pulpit before worship officially begins?.... I just remember I played something with lyrics that go "let all mortal flesh keep silence..."
Anyway, I've also forgotten what Eric and I were talking about when Michael snapped this. The church is on Old Sagkahan road opposite the sea and it was very warm. I was fanning myself with the printed program of the worship. The girl behind me is Dr Valenciano's (a church member who treated us to a sumptous dinner at her home) housekeeper, and that little boy was perhaps a street kid who wandered into the church that day.
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