I got my teddy bear when I was in my late 20s. My best friend Greis gave it to me.
I told her I never had a teddy bear growing up, and that I thought I should have one. That’s Greis. She listens to every little thing I tell her about me and my trivial wishes. Then, until today. That’s one of the million reasons why I’m keeping her as my best friend for the rest of this lifetime, and perhaps the next — in spite of her bratty self.
We named the bear Bading because that was how we in the office address each other during those days. A term of endearment, so to speak. And so it went that everyone in the office came to be Bading’s friend. Anyone who was feeling emotional sought Bading for comfort. The girls would hug Bading, while the guys would just hold it and shake it like crazy.
For years, I kept Bading in a plastic bag under my bed, along with the rest of my stuffed toys. I had been planning to send them to the dry cleaners but never got around to do it.
One day, Nanay felt like cleaning up my room and found my stuff underneath my bed. For some reason, she got Bading, left the rest, and washed my best buddy bear. I dread the thought how he was washed because when I saw him, he was already hanging by his fluffy ears on the clothesline. Parang tinorture ang pobreng bear.
Now, he’s sitting comfortably inside my car Gigi, along with my stuffed Tigger (who I call Ustigger for UST Growling Tiger, hehehe) and Migo the Mouse (a stuffed rat that Edsa Plaza Hotel gave me for year of the rat).
My brother Dong once gave Greis a stuffed bear from Harrod’s, thinking it was Greis who likes stuffed toys. When I told him he got the wrong best friend, he said I could have it. Greis didn’t mind. Today, that bear belongs to her son Kai.
This isn’t a hint for my friends out there to give me a stuffed toy. Although I won’t turn them down, I think it would be better for you to give it to a homeless child. There’s an annual project that gives teddy bears to orphans, I think. I forgot which organization does that or whose project it is. I-google nyo na lang.
Basta everyone should have a stuffed bear. Especially those who don’t have a best friend. You’ll understand when you get your own bear.
5 thoughts on “Bading Bear”
I finally got around to reading the infamous “latest blog” just now while waiting for yet another set of long telecons to begin. I am missing the times when some heartless goons in the office would take things out on Bading like render it dead (ala CSI crime scene, raped or just outright abused for some demented reason.
Aahh, but Bading (and Nene) has seen us in the best and worst of times. For keeps, thats all i can say. Thanks for the memories.
Never had a stuffed bear, the closest thing was a ‘hotdog’ pillow which got lost in a flood.I miss that pillow!
yeah, Bading was a prank victim. the art directors once stuck a fake kitchen knife into Bading, traced him with a murder chalk, and placed a yellow “police tape” at my office cubile entrance. But that was nothing compared with what they did to Chattie’s Sylvester the Cat stuffed toy. They tied the poor cat’s four legs, hanged it spread-eagle by the ceiling, and placed a sign on its chest that says: “HUWAG TULARAN. NANGANGAIN NG TINIK.” That was hilarious, it still cracks me up until today!
Really, Rebs! A hotdog pillow?!? Seriously…..?
hey Carmi, wanna adopt a couple of real live Bears? Get one, the other’s free — namely me and my Big Bear *wink! wink!*
(in a whimsical mood)