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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.

 

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.

 

Two more weeks and I’ll experience a new school life—College. I really don’t know what to expect or what to do. I’ve been preparing for this new stage of my life since day one of my grade six year. Weird? No. I just had that personality to prepare as early as possible for something in the future.

I was browsing my planner a while ago when I remembered something, two months ago I was just writing stuffs in it for our promenade and graduation. I even wrote every bit of information I needed those days. The stuffs I need to bring, the activities we’ll do some day of the week, etc. *SIGHS*

I miss my friends and I know I’ll even miss the more in the future. We’re now studying in different schools and even our schedules don’t fit each other’s. I’ll miss our lunch bonding moments, the laughs, the tears, the jokes and the simple “we’re standing each other” moment.

Monica, my classmate and friend for four years, is my school mate again. BUT I guess we won’t be seeing each other that MUCH. Why? Her schedule’s 8:30-5:30 while I have a 7:00-12:00 schedule. I guess that’s how things will be. How it should be? I protest! *CRIES*

I remember the first time I stepped into the high school building. I wanted a fresh start those days. I had a barkada. We were twenty four. We were left by three the following year. My second year was my best year. THE BEST YEAR EVER. I met my true friends those days.

AHHHHHH~

THIS REMINISCING THING IS MAKING ME CRY!

***K DESTINY. Don’t we have any choices?

 

So True.

My HS years were the best part of my life, so far. During those days, I matured. I met my true friends. I’ve learn to cope up with big issues.  But most of all, during those years, I learned how to be independent.

I’ll miss my school for eleven years: St. Bridget

I’ll miss my friends: Monica, Ciara, Keema, Cheska, Ordi, Ana, Claire, Inna, Aira, Kat, Ciaeli, Marc & Clara.

I’ll miss awesome people in that school: My barkada, lower batch friends, teachers and my class when I was a second year student.

I’ll miss the times when we could be with each other any moment. The times when we just want to be beside each other.

I’ll miss the “good morning”s of the people there.

I’ll miss everything about being a high school student.

Life goes on. I miss them now and I’m sure that I’ll even miss them even more in the future. We have different paths to walk on now. But I’m sure, no matter what happens, we’ll meet each other at some part of the long road we have. After all, the memories, the love and the friendship would never be forgotten. 🙂

Cheers to the four years.

Cheers to friendship.


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