“There’s no place like home.” I quoted this on my last blog and it made me realize that it
had been ten months since I last visited my childhood home of Lutopan. So much has happened since that last
visit. I have to admit that
lately I have been a little stressed, and the best way for me to de-stress is
to go back to my roots. People
have different ways of dealing with stress, some picture the beach or an exotic
location, but for me I always picture ASMS (now ASMC) in Lutopan.
There are many reasons I choose to always come back to
visit. I love to reminisce all the
memories of my family, friends, and teachers and retrace those familiar
steps. We were very close when
growing up; we played asin2x, patintero, tago2x, shatong, etc. together outside
all day when we were not in class.
It makes me wonder if today’s Facebook generation will grow up with
those kinds of memories. Another
reason to visit is that I get to see my humble childhood home. There are seven siblings in my family
and at one point together we shared one small room. I get to see the place where I fell in love with music and
first learned to sing. My first
voice teacher was my father and when I started in school, Tita Mila Loyola
continued to guide me. I also get
to see the stage where I first performed and competed in so many minus-1
singing competitions over the years, even the time I lost to Malou Bandola and
Arlene Pabroquez (who both deserved to win I must add!).
My first love: Dancing |
One of the reasons that I have such amazing memories of my
childhood is due to my incredible parents. We thought we were the richest family around. Every Sunday, my parents had one kilo
of pork and one liter of Coca-Cola to divide up amongst the nine of us. You can imagine the fights that broke
out if the levels in our glasses weren’t exactly the same. It was the best Coca-Cola ever, and it
has never been exactly the same since! But
looking back, I can see the reality that we were by no means rich financially,
but we all still believe we were so very blessed as a family.
Our favorite family pastime was singing together while my
brothers played guitar. We would
fight over which song to sing; with seven siblings we had varied musical
tastes. Ate Maye would want
something from Broadway, my brothers and Jing wanted Alternative, and I
demanded Whitney Houston. But in
reality, Mama always won and we would sing “A Little Love” in perfect
harmony. Growing up with so many
siblings led me to become who I am today and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
During this trip, I was able to see some familiar
faces. I first saw Mr. Tarsing
Ruiz, the ever-popular shop teacher. And who in Lutopan doesn’t know the ever-bubbly Monsignor Gerry Jumao-as? I was so happy to see him healthy and
smiling at mass, still looking good at 94 years young. He gave Adam and
me a blessing before we had to leave to drive back to the city. So much has changed in the teachers’
compound where we grew up. The
paint on the houses might be faded, the mango trees might be withered with age,
and the water tank might be a little rusted, but the memories are still all so perfectly
clear.