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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

summer re-runs

and so. just like that. i am now a sophomore. it's weird to think that graduation was 366 days ago when i remember the moments right after the ceremony like they had just happened yesterday. scrambling with old friends, taking final pictures and wishing each other all the best. i can still feel the cold, chilly air from the air-conditioned dome. and i remember that no matter how cold it was in the gym, i found myself sweating profusely. sweating out 12 years of hard work, perseverance, and unforgettable experiences.

i remember telling everyone that i wasn't worried about March 20th. i was worried about March 21st. the day it sinks in. the day that the final realizations of leaving a home/shelter/refuge come. the day when you can finally go to school, look the principal in the face and say "%&*^ you!" without any academic consequence. the day your permanent record is stored and is never looked upon again. it was a sad day. i felt a lot more sad and teary-eyed that day rather than graduation itself.

and now, a year has passed. i'm fifteen pounds heavier. i'm old enough to watch Co-Ed Scandal, among other R-18 flicks. i've been through hell and back through its most dreadful form yet.. calculus [note, i frickin failed the finals. hello D!]. i've forged new friendships and reestablished old ones. basically, like everyone else, i've grown.

it's funny and scary to think that 3 years ago, i had just finished 2nd year highschool and was going to join Repertory for the very first time. and 3 years from now, i'll be the next candidate to enter the real world, fresh out of college. whew. i hope it doesn't breeze by THAT fast.

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i've run out of words. blah blah blah.

i make a wish but then she says she doesn't believe in shooting stars.
-- Too Much To Believe, Spring-Time Flowers


the adventure ended at 8:56 PM

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