The importance
of cleaning your private data. :)) Wala lang, I just remembered this little incident in class when...oh nevermind. :))
Hello LJ, I've missed you, not that I've been gone for very long, but anyway.
I was reading through my old blog an hour ago. Wow, lots of memories there. Gosh you know what I hate? When I write blind items or vague entries with references to "you" or "that person" and now after so long I can't remember who I wrote those about. Well some of them anyway. My memory is going bad. I think I need to be more explicit.
Geez, get your mind out of the gutter.
I miss first year. Not math 11 but the fun of studying with your blockmates late at night. Sabaw INTAC with Ma'am De Joya and Ate Maddy. Random katipunan trips with whoever had a car. ES and Meron Pond. Fil 11 with Ma'am Pamintuan. M04, the greatest English Block ever. Tomas Morato and laughing in front of the PBB house. Karaoke! Being the baby in AtSCA. Karate. Matcha. The block love teams. =)) Physics with the boys :)). Sir Guerrero. Poetry Concerts. Being so full of hope.
I miss second year. Drinking games and lots and lots of secrets. Heart breaky angst we all thought was legitimate. :)) Variety show madness. Va staying at my house and me staying at Va's. PolSci 60 in all its awesomness. The EPIC paper. The EPIC things that coincided with that paper. Music. Maneuvering around feelings. Xocolat. Gamecrab. New cellmates. Cooking cars. The hilarity that was sci 10. History with Sir Tirol. Ma'am Mendoza and PolSci 100 goodness. Zombies. Apples. Even JPEPA.
Not that I want to relive those particular experiences again. Maybe miss isn't even the right word? It's just a bit to take in that they've all just happened.
And now. And now.
So much more has happened and I feel as if I'm so far away from all those things.
We're definitely not in Kansas anymore friends, but now I'm not even sure we're in Oz.
- Patricia
Hello LJ, I've missed you, not that I've been gone for very long, but anyway.
I was reading through my old blog an hour ago. Wow, lots of memories there. Gosh you know what I hate? When I write blind items or vague entries with references to "you" or "that person" and now after so long I can't remember who I wrote those about. Well some of them anyway. My memory is going bad. I think I need to be more explicit.
Geez, get your mind out of the gutter.
I miss first year. Not math 11 but the fun of studying with your blockmates late at night. Sabaw INTAC with Ma'am De Joya and Ate Maddy. Random katipunan trips with whoever had a car. ES and Meron Pond. Fil 11 with Ma'am Pamintuan. M04, the greatest English Block ever. Tomas Morato and laughing in front of the PBB house. Karaoke! Being the baby in AtSCA. Karate. Matcha. The block love teams. =)) Physics with the boys :)). Sir Guerrero. Poetry Concerts. Being so full of hope.
I miss second year. Drinking games and lots and lots of secrets. Heart breaky angst we all thought was legitimate. :)) Variety show madness. Va staying at my house and me staying at Va's. PolSci 60 in all its awesomness. The EPIC paper. The EPIC things that coincided with that paper. Music. Maneuvering around feelings. Xocolat. Gamecrab. New cellmates. Cooking cars. The hilarity that was sci 10. History with Sir Tirol. Ma'am Mendoza and PolSci 100 goodness. Zombies. Apples. Even JPEPA.
Not that I want to relive those particular experiences again. Maybe miss isn't even the right word? It's just a bit to take in that they've all just happened.
And now. And now.
So much more has happened and I feel as if I'm so far away from all those things.
We're definitely not in Kansas anymore friends, but now I'm not even sure we're in Oz.
- Patricia