As I was scanning my Facebook page, I noticed the old albums popping out on my side bar and for lack of better things to do as well

as sentimentality issues, I decided to revisit them.

The photos were only taken last year as I deleted my pioneer account because it was always getting hacked, that and I didn’t wanna have to deal with the memories of the break-up that year, (I can admit this now coz Im over it whereas I was vehemently denying that had anything to do with it before.) but already I can see significant changes on the photographs this year.

I look…

So much older.

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And so does my barkada.

It’s as if we crammed a thousand extra days in that one year that led us to look like this.

Not that its a bad thing, we look way hotter now than we did back in 2011 but its just disturbing how we’ve all changed so much

in such lil time.

Looking at the pictures I couldn’t help but remember all the silly conversations we had that seemed so intelligent back then, (but looking back now, was seriously juvenile) how we talked about our dreams, our relationships, our families…

Everyone sounds so different now.

Even I.

It’s as if we’ve shed that part of ourselves to make way for a stronger, shinier armor. One that couldn’t withstand tougher battles.

I don’t know what lies ahead for us this year, pretty sure there will be more drama, break-ups, make-ups, breakdowns and breakthroughs compared to the last…

Definitely more new hook-ups too.

I just hope no matter how crazy we get, we still find our way back

If there’s one thing I hope for this 2o12, its that we survive it intact.

We look that much older, Id like to think because were that much wiser but we really are still kids at the end of the day.

Trying to find our way in this world.

Looking for purpose, recognition and of course love.

Yes Love. Even if we never admit to it.






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