Phillip, I have not talked to you in such a long time. It’s amazing that I decided to write one of these to you.
From all the people I’ve talked to over the years, you’re the one I miss the most. You’re just such a great guy to sit down and talk with. I mean, conversations with you can range from AP classes and drama with friends to I don’t know, Digimon. You have this seriousness then you can just turn into a child.
Don’t worry, this is a good thing. I love your Digimon rants. I mean, whenever I walk into a Ragstock, I’m just tempted to buy you a pair of goggles.
I remember sophomore year when we used to talk a lot. Those days in the pool hallway were just great. I still have many pictures from those days. You, James, and Jenna … Those pictures were just great.
I even remember doing the Veterans project with you and Dennis. I remembered how cool things were between all three of us … I also remember that you’re grandparents were just about the coolest grandparents around. Good year sophomore year.
Then I guess we just drifted apart. There was that brief few weeks of sharing AP Music Theory together (as well as lunch because it was a half a period) but after that, no classes with each other so really, no more contact. I don’t know what happened. I wasn’t active in school, no Asian club or I-night for me. I guess groups didn’t really work even though I loved all the people you were accompanied with.
And even now, we go to the same college but I’ve only run into you once this entire time. I still miss you, guy. We have to chillax together between classes someday. It’ll be a good time. It has to happen before you become a lavishly rich yuppie. If you don’t become rich in something academic, I’m sure you would excel in a career in music and fine arts.
If anything, you and yo’ crew can continue the Tinikling gigs. There are a lot of Filpinos and Filipino parties!