I met this guy at the the Pasay near moa,at first i didnt recognized him. Few meters from the parking lot he smiled at me and kinda confused turn my head and see if somebody behind me ,surprised i was alone and smile back and continue taking some photos. An hour later,weve met gain .He talked and told me,youre Michael journey right,small world and hug me,then started telling me bout some stuff,and i was so amazed when he told me these when you were in first grade you looked like a young girl and a spoiled brat,raised by your granny, 5th grade you were a pig headed but brainy student who always brought medals,6th grade you were an achiever but a loner and high tempered. First year in high school a rebel and a ran away, junior year you were activist who writes poems and verses ,a young ,up tight student leader and a brother. Senior days you were rebellious son,a prodigal. A Young man of ego,your mum called you often Dungol. When you had work your peer and brod called you Balew,then loko ,then tado and now youre an addict. Stare at him,my mind kept searching the answer ,who this guy was? And last he uttered those words that makes me proud ,hardly know him though . Son thank you ,i knew you are a good son,thanks for everything you taught me
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 14:11:08 +0000
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