Today, we celebrate the commemoration of a trillion and-one things.
First, we celebrate the 37-year longevity of Billie Joe Armstrong as just a month ago, this lead singer of Green Day turned 37, and only three shots to 40. And we mean 40 like Bono does 40. Then we go to the epic patenting of the rubber band in 1845, the plane crash in Cebu which lead the death of Ramon Magsaysay in 1957 (yes, Dia, we mourn with you).
And let us never forget the reason to this epic blog: Matthew Samuel Reysio-Cruz, born on this very day, thirteen years ago.
Not knowing Matthew, I just suspected good old Matty boy to be quiet, simple, and serious. But after just fifteen minutes of talking about the Cigauan family tree and stories on Mibba, one of the shortest, but one of the strongest, instant friendships was spawned. Matt then started to burst in a rainbow of pooling colors, exploding, loosening up, and shrugging insecurity away like blowing on a muddle of dust before it hit the window sill.
Through obsessing together with the same music, TV shows (most exponentially of American Idol), senselessly ranting of hatred toward random people (which we have learned to forgive--I hope), and sharing tears from being separated by the ironies of graduation, I haven't missed Matt more than I do now. Not only Matt, but the entire Cigauan. I haven't been this far from so many loved ones, and I'm just glad that it's already summer where we can all get together and do stuff. Just like old times.
Unlike old times though, everyone saw each other everyday, and didn't care if they wouldn't see them the next day, because it was insured that they would come back another time. But this time, no one comes back, no one sees all the same faces they saw before. We just took that for granted I guess.
But I'd never take a farewell for granted.
Seemed like it was only last year how we all would gather together for Coke Zero and glazed doughnuts, laughing like old times and past pictures should be taken. Such a memory haunts me--everything seemed so perfect, so immensely choreographed as if every part us as Cigauan was just acted. But it had emotion. It had love. Everything Cigauan did was love.
And so Matt, live well and stick around for a 1,000th reunion.
If we will ever make it to that many.
