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Ako po si Justin, ang liberal na bata na naghahanap ng ligaya, kalayaan,respeto at pagmamahal. Walang ipagmamalaking kahit ano.. Balang araw, gusto ko maging direktor, direktor na tatalakay sa mga isyu tungkol sa "sexualidad," "prostitusyon" at "buhay kontrabida," dahil pag pinaguusapan na iyong mga bagay na iyon sa industriyang sinehan, makikita at makukuhanan ko kung pano gumawa ng anak ang 2 taong nagmamahalan, hindi ba masaya iyon? pinagsabay na pera at kaligayahan? sobrang liberal ako at wala ka nang magagawa doon. salamat.

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606... 608... where's 607?
martes, septiembre 25, 2007
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it's been months since we've graduated in highschool and as far as I can see, most of us survived college, oh, i forgot, only THEY. I haven't heard news about some of my batchmates. What's the problem? busy schedule? or simply losin touch? some of them doesn't want connection with me and the others? that it? if that's what they want then be it. im not givin any damn to those who give me shits. :D

I dunno with the others but me and my senioritas are so damn missing highschool. some of them says they miss highschool because the lessons compared to college are like honey given to a baby, some miss the thought that their friends are just one snap away and some just miss everything.

who would never miss the monotonous schedule that they'll never have in college? who would never miss the days where they could cheat easily on exams, seatworks, assignments name it, we cheat on it,(name one student who doesnt! i'll hail him/her for being a saint) who would never miss sir peter's plus points? ms. vidal and ms. vangie's quotable quotes? who would never miss ms. anne's nose bleeding vocabulary? and lastly, who would never miss the ups and downs that atheneum had given us?

honestly, i have no hard feelings on those who doesn't want to see me or the others. its ok with me if they dont want connection with the people to whom they've shared half of their life with. but one thing's for sure, i sooooo miss highschool. :D

yea, some who doesn't know us might say that i am a drama king saying things about my batch out of the blue... just an overview about my batch...

we are like bohemians who must be painting in paris but the airplane left us in new zealand mooing with the cows and eating grass with the sheeps. we dont excel academically but im sure we have our artistic juices working. unfortunately, our school is lacking programs regarding art, that's why we ended up stuck not shining with our pens and papers, instead of being a celebrity with our dancing shoes and crayons. i believe that lacking programs about our talents is also a factor why we bacame renegades of our own school, we dont fit in our classroom scene, we NEED space where we could express ourselves. but the school centered with the academics... mediocrity ate us...

anyway, off with the drama. i'll be the first 607-er leaving the country... i hope they'll stay connected with each other, even just with their cliques. :D

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