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It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve posted something here, bloggy. And I kinda admit I wasn’t that stable since you keep bugging me in the back of my mind every single time there’s something memorable occurring. Of course. Everything is indeed memorable. And well, I just wanna record every single details of it since I’m looking into the fact that my high school days can be now counted within all my fingers both from hands and toes. No im still not comfortable discussing about the collective parting since I might not help myself from bursting into tears; you know how dramatic I could get. But know what, let’s give it a shot and let’s talk about this and maybe it’ll bring resistance in my system. You know maybe I can get immune and possibly have less tears in my pillows during the wee hours and on the awaited graduation day.

I must admit that I’ve been wishing, in the deepest of my thoughts, that graduation day wouldn’t happen. That somehow, growing old in school with no diploma and even without job could make me strive enough though essential needs of food and money is exceptional to the situation. What I mean is, it’s just that I don’t want my giddy childish days to end. As simple and irrelevant and illogical as that. But hey, who doesn’t want to earn green bills and own a mansion? A couple of Ferrari at hand? Or a tour in Paris? Ostentatious and tempting, but no. 45% of me would only go for it, the other 55% is left in the school canteen with a few coins in my pocket, sharing junkies with my friends who are joining my laughter. Nothing can ever be traded to that. Well yeah, sometimes we take our companions for granted but living apart them could never be as imaginable ever. Psh. Maybe someday I’ll laugh at this thinking “My ass, you over sensitive whore!” but really, it’s who I am and what I feel at the moment. The future me may never understand that but atleast I know she’d try to comprehend. Anyway, let’s just save the salty crystals for April 8 and cut this bullshit.

Let’s talk about what ive been through for two weeks. Well since classes are totally over (though that, and my laziness, never stopped me from going to school) my former adviser got me as one of the journalists to cover the weeklong sports fest our province hosted. Yep, Playing Press for 3 days (ditched the last two) has been well, what do you think? I have to run down the hospital to see injured athletes, got to watch the opening program for like 1pm-8pm with a rain or shine condition just to have a banner story for the first issue. And lets not forget the instruction-filled teachers. So yea, before irritation could ruin my write-ups, ive let myself missed a day and two just to stroll around the city with nothing but my feet to lead me where im going. And okeyy some dudes. And some smoothies and coffees.

A lot of had happened, all the emotions i have are weaved together which have probably lead me to write this.

And oh, the recollection last Tuesday. It was probably one of my most blessed days. I sat with some friends, listened to the priest, told some stories, and reflected some of my acts. The most fun part was when I wrote Him, my Best friend, a letter. No im not gonna reveal the content here so, im sorry bloggy. And there was this part where you should tell a few people whether you like or dislike them then you have to apologize but then I’ve almost told everybody the same stuffs like “Im sorry, Thank you and I Like You” jumbled altogether. But the person I like and I kinda not? Well, not really. Im up for some set-ups upon how to talk to them. Y’know I know it would feel reeeeaaaally good I would spill them everything. Just wait and I’ll tell you everything afterwards.. till next time bloggy!


-geianne