Exactly A Year Ago...

Joyeux anniversaire, little cousin Martin! Oh my! My little cousin is already seven years old. Who would have thought that God will let us have him for seven years and I pray we'll have him for sooooooo many more years to come. He is a premature baby and when he was born, the doctors were not sure whether he will survive or not. I think he was only 6 months and 2 weeks old in his mother's womb and then his mother gave birth to him already. He celebrated his birthday twice but today is his real birthday. The first celebration was at KFC Dagupan last March 19.

Justine Bianan, Ronellyn, and Karlo went to our house and celebrated Martin's birthday with us. After eating, we went to our old school and attented the HS '08 graduation. Wow! I didn't notice I survived a year in college. Exactly a year ago, we were there in our school's gym, wearing our caps and gowns, assembled to march, to receive our diplomas/medals/awards, to bid goodbye to our friends/barkadas/batchmates/teachers, and to prepare ourselves for college. When we arrived in our old school, I felt an extraordinary kind of joy, a joy I can't exactly explain how it really felt like. All I know is that it felt so good. Especially when I saw a few of my HS batchmates, those people who made my HS life sooooo memorable. It was just like the good--oh wait!---great old days, when we were sharing "cheese" and "kornikles", when we were copying homeworks (especially in math), when we were giving and calling our teachers a different name behind their backs (ssh!), patiently waiting or more like stalking our crushes, and when we were just hanging out and enjoying each other's company. Sigh! How I miss those times but oh well! I'm trying to get used to my new life now. And it was nice to spend time with them even if we only get the chance every vacation and not everyday. We laughed a lot today, took a lot of pictures, smiled a lot, and hugged a lot, too! We may not be the seniors of our school already and some may have forgetten us but I know that we somehow contributed/left something in our old school which will make our alma mater be proud of us. Our batch is already a part of history. Only a red book which we call the "roots", stuck in a corner in our library, will remind the future students of our old school that we became a part of ES. I miss my teachers, the guard, the canteen staff, my friends/classmates/batchmates and other people I met in my old school.

Oh and I miss Karlo, too! Not Karlo my boyfriend but Karlo when he was still my fried chicken.

(Butch Miayo (3/30/2008 12:12:37 AM): sama mo kami ni simon sa blog mo ahh....)