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This is why I sometimes hate the rain.
10.01.2006
I hate being nostalgic.
I don't like myself when I get sentimental. It makes me cry and crave for chocolate. Therefore, it adds unwanted fat in my body.
Weh, Reginne.
The two-and-a-half day blackout left me bored. So bored, in fact, that I actually convinced myself to do my project in CLE. Usually kasi, tamad ako gumawa ng projects, and late ko na nas-submit minsan. Minsan nga, hindi ko na sinu-submit eh. Pero, ang weird, nakakapasa parin ako. Tsk. Love talaga ako ng teacher ko. [Isa na naman weh.]
The project was to cut out pictures that shows the Corporal and Spiritual Works of Mercy. Since tamad ako maghanap sa magazine or newspaper, kumuha na lang ako ng mga pictures sa old books ko.
I found a letter wedged between the pages of my Grade Seven Filipino book.
At first I thought it was a letter from my little sister. She does weird [yet touching,] stuff like writing a letter saying that she's sorry.
Pero hindi siya galing sa kapatid ko. Galing siya sa classmate ko.
It said that she will miss me now that I will transfer to another school. She wrote that she will miss me terribly. Blahh. More touching stuff.
I never found out about the letter until now. Pang-telanovela yung plot. After a year, bigla kong nakita. Timing pa talaga, umuulan, masarap mag-senti.
Nayamot ako dahil bigla kong na-miss yung dati kong school. Nakakamiss lahat. Yung laughtrips, habula sa Kalachuchi walk and sa field, soccer-gobstopper sa 2ndfloor Cafe, yung crepe sa Cafe, yung Meal Cards, recitation sa Science, lahat.
Kung hindi ko siguro nakilala yung mga kaibigan ko nung Grade School, ibang Reginne siguro ako. Hindi kwela. Hindi masaya. Hindi mahilig sa Internet. Hindi mahilig mag-side-comment. Walang kalutay-lutay.
Masaya nga ang High School. And I doubt if I'll ever forget it. Pero for sure, ang Grade School life ko, NEVER kong makakalimutan. I mean, posible ba yun? :)
Sa nagsulat ng letter: Kilala mo na kung sino ka. Ayun. Miss na rin kita. :)
Labels: Childhood
Now you understand what it's like to dive.
Take it back, taken back, she forgets you.
Now she pleads: "Forgive me again, it's the last time I will..."
9:05:00 PM
Take it back, taken back, she forgets you.
Now she pleads: "Forgive me again, it's the last time I will..."
9:05:00 PM
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