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This year just flew by so fast...Actually, fast is an understatement...
The day the seniors graduated I couldn't wait to get on their floor and finally be able to count the hours before I graduated. It seemed so far at that time and I felt like the world was being a bitch for making me wait so much longer. But the months turned into weeks and the weeks turned into days and the days are now screaming graduation in my face. I have 1 last week in school and I can't wait but at the same time I can't help but feel this great urge to stay behind.
Next year I won't have this family I've learned to love so much...I won't have my home.
I won't have 4A to defend to the entire batch. I won't have the debaters to be forever inggit of. I won't have my usual jamming crew to sing with for songfests and stuff. I won't have CBF to play around with and act all stupid with. I won't have Sixy who would understand my emo days and just let me breakdown then make me laugh after. I won't have my class barkada who will forever crowd around me and want to hear my kwento. I won't have my circle of trust...There'll be no more bonding sessions with Laur, no more wrap hugs with Jessi, no more making faces with Rose, no more "dear boobies" with Ville, no more crazy ideas with Jj, no more geek talk with Jana, no more jamming sessions with Maika, no more chismis sharing with Pat, no more co-captain talk with Dan, no more fashionista talk with Karls, no more Juanito-Paulita hangovers with Kris...
Next year I won't have my IW barkada to make kwento with in the morning, I won't have Section C and D to be an honorary member of. No more making lait with Les, no more influencing Bella, no more forcing Pam to profess her love, no more Steph to tease and call my fave, no more bird acting with Pammy, no more family talk with Miel, no more BABES talk with Clar...
Next year I won't have the Boosters to train. No more bonding sessions with Kai, no more making kulit my sophies, no more competitions to prepare for and join.
Next year I won't find my barkada sitting in la mesa dos, I won't have to count if there are 10 other girls and tell them to scoot so that I have a seat. No more talking about how clowns got demoted. No more yelling so that the other end can hear me talk, no more making parinig to the 7th graders, no more extra loud laughters, no more quests to diet...No more making Faye eat our tira, no more making lait Pol 'cause she can't hear us, no more crickets-ing Ivy, no more laughing really loud and crazy with Chelo, no more walking with Chu to our side of the world, no more calling Cheka gori, no more heart to hearts with Den, no more baby talk with Nads, no more rocker talk with Kaye, and no more teasing Fats 'cause it seems like she's the only one whose forever on a diet.
Next year I won't have my comfort zones, my friends, my sisters. It won't be the same...we'd all be split up and no matter how much we promise to see each other I know It'll be so hard.
Next year, I'll always want to come home to this year and the year before that and the year before that...But next year will just continue on to the year after that and the year after that and all I'll have is a few of my friends and memories I'll hold on to forever.
This was everything I was waiting for but now all I can do is wait for the day wherein I could have this-them-all again, just like the old times.
By your leave Seniors...But please, always grant me the permission to fall in...
The day the seniors graduated I couldn't wait to get on their floor and finally be able to count the hours before I graduated. It seemed so far at that time and I felt like the world was being a bitch for making me wait so much longer. But the months turned into weeks and the weeks turned into days and the days are now screaming graduation in my face. I have 1 last week in school and I can't wait but at the same time I can't help but feel this great urge to stay behind.
Next year I won't have this family I've learned to love so much...I won't have my home.
I won't have 4A to defend to the entire batch. I won't have the debaters to be forever inggit of. I won't have my usual jamming crew to sing with for songfests and stuff. I won't have CBF to play around with and act all stupid with. I won't have Sixy who would understand my emo days and just let me breakdown then make me laugh after. I won't have my class barkada who will forever crowd around me and want to hear my kwento. I won't have my circle of trust...There'll be no more bonding sessions with Laur, no more wrap hugs with Jessi, no more making faces with Rose, no more "dear boobies" with Ville, no more crazy ideas with Jj, no more geek talk with Jana, no more jamming sessions with Maika, no more chismis sharing with Pat, no more co-captain talk with Dan, no more fashionista talk with Karls, no more Juanito-Paulita hangovers with Kris...
Next year I won't have my IW barkada to make kwento with in the morning, I won't have Section C and D to be an honorary member of. No more making lait with Les, no more influencing Bella, no more forcing Pam to profess her love, no more Steph to tease and call my fave, no more bird acting with Pammy, no more family talk with Miel, no more BABES talk with Clar...
Next year I won't have the Boosters to train. No more bonding sessions with Kai, no more making kulit my sophies, no more competitions to prepare for and join.
Next year I won't find my barkada sitting in la mesa dos, I won't have to count if there are 10 other girls and tell them to scoot so that I have a seat. No more talking about how clowns got demoted. No more yelling so that the other end can hear me talk, no more making parinig to the 7th graders, no more extra loud laughters, no more quests to diet...No more making Faye eat our tira, no more making lait Pol 'cause she can't hear us, no more crickets-ing Ivy, no more laughing really loud and crazy with Chelo, no more walking with Chu to our side of the world, no more calling Cheka gori, no more heart to hearts with Den, no more baby talk with Nads, no more rocker talk with Kaye, and no more teasing Fats 'cause it seems like she's the only one whose forever on a diet.
Next year I won't have my comfort zones, my friends, my sisters. It won't be the same...we'd all be split up and no matter how much we promise to see each other I know It'll be so hard.
Next year, I'll always want to come home to this year and the year before that and the year before that...But next year will just continue on to the year after that and the year after that and all I'll have is a few of my friends and memories I'll hold on to forever.
This was everything I was waiting for but now all I can do is wait for the day wherein I could have this-them-all again, just like the old times.
By your leave Seniors...But please, always grant me the permission to fall in...