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I received two comments recently. Both came from old friends whom I grew up with, us being neighbors.

           I don’t know if I have to disabuse them of their judgements of me. On one hand, I like it that they think of me as “bright” or lawyer material. On the other hand, they wrote I am “…mabait, makulit, pilyo at madami pa…” (Chona) and have “…an expensive taste…” (Samu).

           I am sure they are just being kind. But could it be they had another person in mind when they sent those?

          Now, the “pilyo” comment from Chona really had me thinking. I tried going back years hoping I’d remember something I did that made her think of me as “naughty.” I can’t remember any. As far as I can remember, I was just a neighbor who envied her former boyfriends for dating one of the most popular girls in the hood. I was too clumsy and awkward to be a naughty boy-next-door.

          I also don’t know what Samu finds expensive in the pictures I posted on my album. I mean, I wasn’t driving a Jag, vacationing in St Tropez or something. Truth to tell, most of my shirts on my pics were “UK.” But am I just being literal here? Having an “expensive taste” does not have anything to do whether I bought my clothes from Greenbelt or Manggahan after all, right?

          But why am I reacting at all?

          Probably, because I care about what my friends think of me. I may not appear to mind what people think of me but there are times I am in my reflective mood and think of the Raymund people see.

          Most of the time though, I am embarrased as hell when I get praised. When I receive compliments, I smile shyly and try to fend it off with a joke. I only readily agree when girls say I am drop-dead gorgeous.

         You see, it is not for a gentleman to bask in adulation too much. But neither is it right to deny what is already very obvious.