Shout out to the past

There was a time when I thought I was immortal and that unrequited love meant the world's end.

There was also a time when I thought that the day will never end because I didn't want it to.

He was my hero then, a brother who had my back no matter what. I felt safe with him and I cried when he did.

At Goose Joint. The original Goose Joint.

There was also a time when they were all that I had even if I wasn't that close to them by close standards. I knew who their ladies and chicks were but I didn't know the details. I've been to their homes and they have not, under any circumstance spared me the things that I needed to know in about life and the world and people. Everything they said (at least everything that I can still remember) is only starting to make sense now that it's happening to me.

Jabo (Dugong King), Carive (Ang Lolo) and Marco
I don't have a photo of everybody else

Then there was the time when this was all that mattered:

Of course I had woman friends. Mind you, these are women that only alpha males can handle. They could lead the bourgeoise revolution in this country because of their sheer strength, character and honest vulnerability. My past wouldn't be the way it is if they were not a part of it. In a way, I look up to them. Even if I don't rip it with them like before, I still look for them in other ways when I find myself in an emotional rut that only they could help me out of.

Ms. Bernardino

Camoi and Pam (don't mind the stranger, I can't remember him at all)

I'm missing everyone. Feeling ko asa ibang bansa ako but noooooo, asa bahay padin ako ng nanay ko (paminsan). Baby girl's afraid to grow up.