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I believe she was destined to be my biological sister.

Clarissa was my first best girl friend in college. She was like a sister to me. I would tell her everything—nonsense or not. She knows everything—deepest secrets evenShe would even understand my actions. There was a time when I didn’t speak or say anything, but she knew exactly how I felt. She hugged me. I smiled… I wanted to cry. She was always there to listen and to give some random advice.

She was my sun. She gives me warmth when everything and everyone else was cold.

It’s been nine months since I lost my sun.

She transferred school just this school year. Honestly, it broke my heart. I lost someone I loved and trusted. I know she’ll still be by my side, but it’s not just the same. Sure, she can text and call me whenever she wants, but she won’t be in the classroom, waiting for me to tell stories. She won’t be in front of the Engineering building, waiting, with Erick and the others. She won’t be there to give me warm hugs.

I won’t be able to hug her whenever I want. I won’t be able to cry or laugh with her anytime I want.

She understood me. She knows everything about me.

It’s been nine months since I last saw her in the fourth floor of the Engineering building.

I lost a part of me when she left.

Until now, she’s the only girl I know who can understand me.

Thank you, Clar. Thank you for sparing some of your time to visit me/us this Paskuhan. I sure miss you.

 

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HIGH SCHOOL ISN’T ABOUT FINDING THE PERFECT HUSBAND.IT’S ABOUT FINDING THE PERFECT BRIDESMAIDS.

True. These are my favorite girls. I had a chance to spend time with them again after how many months. We’re in right college now, our schedules aren’t the same as before but that’s not stopping us to be like what we used to be.

I miss high school. I miss the feeling that they’re always there by yourside. Every morning, I know I’ll see them at the park. Every after class, I know I’ll see them outside the hallway or the lobby. Every after dismissal, I know I’ll see them at the covered court.

I miss their long warm hugs.

I miss our crazy moments.

I miss everything.

I miss them.

They’re like my second family. They’re my sisters. They exactly know how to make me feel loved, how to make me feel happy and how to make me feel the best. I swear they could make me smile even without doing anything.  I love them. And how I wish we could be just like before. I know we’re busy right now, but there’s still this tiny hope we would be able to catch up with each and every one of us.

I had fun with Sai’s debut. High school really never ends.

 

Not for readers below 18 years old.

SMS Party I. (There will be a part two of course. :>)

I was with my class last Monday. They’re the best people I met during the start of my college days. I love them. I love them with all my heart. We had a celebration for Colleen and Michael’s birthday. It was supposed to be Colleen, Michael, Dave and Jame’s birthday bash but unfortunately, the two was not present because of some personal reason.

It was held at Michael’s place. Or rather, it was held at Master Penny’s house. (He is one of the masters. LOL.) I had fun taking pictures of the things he posted inside the house. (He could pass for an event planner. SRSLY.) I saw Ronki cooking too.

RONKI & MASTER PENNY:

Now, let’s head upstairs:

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Moving up.
Thesis.
Papers.
Sleepless nights.
Uno.
Tres.
LRT.
Jeep.
Techno Hub.
Orgs.

Fear.
Excitement.
Beginning.

Whatever word I may use, it would still narrow down into one word: COLLEGE.

I can not believe it’s our last day of wearing our school uniform tomorrow and I can not even imagine myself wearing other ones. I’ve been wearing that navy blue skirt since I was a prep student with the helmet hair style.

11 years.
From the ribbon to the neck tie.
From the full bangs, no bangs to side swept bangs.
From the two-student per computer without aircon to the one student per computer with aircon.
From Sister Tarcilla, Sister Rose to Sister Catalina.
From the Drama Club, Guhit Kamay Club, F.E.M.M.E. to the Dulaang Kabataan.

I’ve been a Bridgetine for eleven years.

I may use the word “nabubulok na ako dito.”, but I will not deny that I love this school. It’s the place where it all began. The experiences, dreams and of course, friends. My life would not be this great and exciting if I did not meet them.

College life will be just around in the corner in two or three months, we may not know what may happen but I do hope that one day when we decide to meet again, we would have a good talk. A talk about those days. A talk just like those days.

I want to believe that your high school friends will always be the people you want to be with until your hair turns gray.

A college friend may know how you act, but its your high school friend who knows why you act that way.

 

Everyone misses high school, of course.

It was a big part of our lives that we wished won’t end. We met our true friends there, the ones whom you will treasure forever. I’ve been too emotionally attached to my friends, maybe that’s the reason why I can’t let go of my high school days. College is very different. Even though it’s been 4 months of this new life, there’s something different. I have my new sets of friends but I’m not really open with some things ‘cause I really don’t know if they’ll understand me as much my high school friends do.

I miss crying to them, I miss their massive hugs and the sweet talks we have. I will really forever remember school morning days, I’d expect them sitting at the park benches, laughing and waiting for our friends to arrive. Even my batch mates, I miss them. I miss the simple “good morning”s they would say. Of course the most common but funny thing you’d hear almost morning, “May homework ka? Pakopya.”

High school was, undoubtedly, the best part of our lives. Well, most of us.

 

Maybe there isn’t any such thing as good friends or bad friends, maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for, maybe worth dying for too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends, no bad friends, any people who want, need to be with you, people who build their houses in your heart.
Stephen King

I met my true friends here in my high school life. The ones who I stood up for and I stood up with. They’ve been here for me through anything, the same one goes for me. I’ve been there for them for how many days/months/years we’ve been together.

But people do change. During those times, I thought we could be together until our hair turns gray and all. I’m bitter when it comes to a particular friend, a particular person who became a very important part of my starting high school life. I won’t make any necessary comments. All I have to say is this, “It’s not that easy to forget.”. I miss you. Yes, I do. We do. But it’s just hard to forget certain times where in you ignored our “care”/”love”.

People come and go.

The people I need are those who are willing to be with me until our grand daughters meet and we’ll tell them about our true friendship.

To my friends who have been with me for the past years, thank you.

 


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