we were 11 years old and crazy when we met.
we had the chance to make fun of people and bully them coz it was fun for us to intimidate people back then. i guess it still is up til today. back then we'd get into all kinds of trouble but mostly it's because of the rush that we get from things, that's all. the rush of not getting caught or whenever we did get caught, we were the cool people who are above the law.
i couldn't put into words the exact accounts of our childhood but it's that even if we spelled trouble all the time, we had each other's back. we were eleven when we went to the mall on our own from school for the first time ever. we rode a cab from CSA, paid 30 pesos although it was 25 on the meter. in front of Dusit Hotel, by Quad. it's funny recalling that now, coz our fun then was spelled out by Burger King and that slight hint of freedom we had that day. It was awesome.
fifth grade and the crazy group of friends got bigger.
he had to leave CSA after fifth grade, as how most of our group had to leave. i was one of those who stayed, and i guess i found a different road, but not until freshman year in high school. i still represented fifth grade til freshman year. i guess it's hard to get rid of the badboys4life thing.
a few days ago he was shot by the police. they said he was a drug dealer and a carjacking gang leader. but even if that's true, nothing can change the way I've known him then and through the years.
ever since we were little, up til the day of his memorial, his little sister always introduced me as "best friend ni kuya nung bata sila."
sometimes we think it's unfair for these things to happen. well it is. but at some point, we have to understand that it's part of God's plan. A lot of people think it's fair that he died. Some are happy.
What they don't know is that he's a father, a brother, a lover, a friend, a son, a grandson.
And to those people who love him as that and much more, it matters.
my brother's death should stand for something
when he left us on August 2, 2010. It would be the start of something bigger.
Rest in peace, my brother. i love and miss you everyday.
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