Friday, July 25, 2014

After being idle for a few weeks, I finally found the drive to write again. I was too tired to narrate whatever I wanted to share yesterday, so I’m doing it now.

I met with my friends from first year college at Dolcelatté to have brunch. I haven’t seen them in forever, which in all honestly, left my mind into nothingness—I don’t even remember the last time we saw each other to talk or do something. The last time I checked, we just bumped into each other at school in the past two years.

But here we are, reunited and (un)fortunately in different paths, more matured, and living the better versions of ourselves.
We finished a good four hours of chitchat when we decided to watch a movie. My two chums secretly opted to see She’s Dating the Gangster, but we ended up with Step Up All In, which was okay. I mean, fine, Ryan Guzman sent the heat out of the big screen.

After walking literally around the mall, Jamba Juice went in the way! We spent more hours with a little bit of comfortable silences and a lot of hot seat interrogation in a show business way. Whatever.
At the end of the day, you see, it’s the friends who can cut class and skip review to spend time with you that matter.