| Current mood: |  nostalgic |
| Current music: | We Speak to Nations playing in my head. |
Just a while ago.
I met with my old barkada.
It was strange.
We played NBA 2K6. We ate. We talked. We watched part of the Self-Destruction of the Ultimate Warrior.
It was just like old times. Except...not. I stuck out like a sore thumb. Which I expected.
Anyway.
I found myself missing them.
I didn't miss the yosi. I didn't miss the alcohol. I didn't miss the senti-ness.
I sure as hell didn't miss the lifestyle.
But I truly did miss the people.
On the way home, I realized that I didn't spend most(by this point) of my life with them for no reason.
My spending time--YEARS-- with those people weren't "wala lang". No way.
God had a purpose. All those years...God had a purpose.
Wow.
I'm excited for it to be fulfilled.
Take this, God. I'd fumble if it were me.
Thank you.
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