BLASTS FROM THE PAST
I'm not just writing about the latest DVD I got from my supplier (which I really did just get this weekend).
I'm talking about my friends who popped up again after a while.
There was my bud Danny who I haven't really hung out with since our trip to Bicol. He dropped by the house twice last weekend. Last Saturday, we had some coffee and cake while waiting at the car wash. The conversation flowed as smoothly as the coffee and we ended up watching Harold and Kumar on DVD before he had to leave for a party. He was just dissappointed that I didn't want to go with him to a strip joint. Hehe. We met up again on Sunday to watch Euro Trip. This weekend harkened back to the days when our barkada was at my house every weekend and spent it all slothing and watching DVDs.
Sunday, I was pleasantly surprised to see Mic at mass. Mic's the one who got married in Bicol. We chatted a bit (as much as we could in church) and I got to see her mistakenly make the sign of the cross thinking that the priest was giving the final blessing. Hahahaha...errr... I guess you had to be there.
It became one of the things I was grateful to God for this week. I was resigning myself to the fact that these people who were part of my most intimate circle wouldn't really be there as my immediate source of support. I won't question that again. I realized you don't have to be there physically. You just have to be there...
I'm talking about my friends who popped up again after a while.
There was my bud Danny who I haven't really hung out with since our trip to Bicol. He dropped by the house twice last weekend. Last Saturday, we had some coffee and cake while waiting at the car wash. The conversation flowed as smoothly as the coffee and we ended up watching Harold and Kumar on DVD before he had to leave for a party. He was just dissappointed that I didn't want to go with him to a strip joint. Hehe. We met up again on Sunday to watch Euro Trip. This weekend harkened back to the days when our barkada was at my house every weekend and spent it all slothing and watching DVDs.
Sunday, I was pleasantly surprised to see Mic at mass. Mic's the one who got married in Bicol. We chatted a bit (as much as we could in church) and I got to see her mistakenly make the sign of the cross thinking that the priest was giving the final blessing. Hahahaha...errr... I guess you had to be there.
It became one of the things I was grateful to God for this week. I was resigning myself to the fact that these people who were part of my most intimate circle wouldn't really be there as my immediate source of support. I won't question that again. I realized you don't have to be there physically. You just have to be there...
source of support? for what?
unfortunately, hanging out is distance related. even when i was in the P.I., your house was a good 1.5 hours away by car.
i'd rather you were my neighbor than dino though (no offense, dino)
Posted by
Ryan |
4:42 PM
My life is made up of a patchwork of sordid details Ryan. I don't care to go into specifics, but in the last few years, my groups of friends took on different roles. 4J was a group that I could return to and count on for a good time. None of us really delved into the inner workings of each one's lives and it was all about hanging out and having a good time. All the while, keeping the bond as fresh as it always had been.
This group I'm talking about were there for me at so many difficult points in my life that I didn't feel like sharing with the J boys. It helped that several of us lived near each other (the guys were within 15 minutes of each other, the girls were the same). And even if we couldn't hang out, there was the phone and we effortlessly got together almost every week.
Would've liked being your neighbor too ry!
Posted by
Jay |
5:09 PM