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  my classmates were there. about 33 of the 39 came, and i was a bit surprised because almost all of them were there. after munching things and after talking about stuffs, they had to go because we had our baccalaureate mass the morning after. of course, we had some picture taking by the dead pig's head. how brutal.


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  my teachers were there, except for my shady, ambiguous adviser who never really cared and also absent was my slutty math teacher who, i bet, was searching for a decent husband somewhere on the distant hills.haha. mam becky was there, and i didn't manage to thank her for being so considerate even if this lousy governor failed to be always there when i had to do something. mam julma- i had never seen such a kind and friendly teacher, mam claudio- i wonder how come we always laugh even if we were talking about dissing oint of orders.


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  my science teachers were there, from bio to physics. mam agnes- she once starved me to near death but still, she taught me everything i had to know about the central dogma. mam bo- even if i gave her another losing streak in chem quiz, she was nice enough to give me a 98.sir alvin- i can still remember how i tried to evade him because my physics reviewers were destroyed by reming. mam camu- she once caught me eating outside the corridor alone while we had classes, but she saw me as a special student and never a nuisance, haha.


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  my buddies were there. i remember a vaues education lesson talking about degrees of friendship, from acquaintance to 'soulmate', and from that i realized that i do have 'buddies' after all.


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  JWC splurged in alcohol at eight and all i could do was to play pusoy with them. it was then that i realized that it was really difficult to have alcoholics as your guests. genrel and the rest were singing some absurd songs on the guitar while i was busy laughing at how jojo looked when he had the pseudo-drunk aura splashed on his face. it was also odd because the loquaciousness induced by farah's drunkenness was translated to unpalatable photo sessions with the dead pig's head [again].

i must also write about the parties i went to so i may not forget about them. i love tita mayet's spaghetti with it's strong liver smell. but what i love more are the drinking sprees that lasted until 2am. haha. it was the first time i sang drunk and my buddies had to endure murderous tones. after about an hour kevin and i had to 'refill' and we had to buy drinks at the 24-hour mini-mart nearby as the teenage drunkards sang the night away.

romer and i also went to daryl's party out of respect [consider its various definitions].

honestly, i had forgotten about the things i did prior to our graduation day since last week i seemed to jump into a hole that took me to a place too different. i once told amor that i must forget about some people because i am building a new life. and she told me that i must not really leave everything behind. and then our conversation switched to things like trust and breaking it, but all i could do was to think about how things might change.

i know that changing things is inevitable for me and for all the people that were unlucky enough to be tangled in the web of my existence. but sometime, somewhere, i am sure things will change.

but i just don't know how.