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Good morning, good morning!  I'm tired. It's not even midterms yet, and it's already hell week. I'm going to see the doctor soon about my eyes. I hope I can get back on contacts. Besides the fact that I feel dorky on glasses, they're heavy and foggy and finger-printy. =P Hehe. I'm starting to get used to wearing glasses all the time now, though. Which is a good thing, I think. I got an OK grade on ISTECH. Yay. I went back to my old high school today. I had an interview with Mr. Laqui for our ISTECH4 system. Despite all the renovations, the place hasn't really changed. While I was passing by the Sophomores' corridor, I half expected to see my old class sitting in one of the rooms. But the rational parts of me knew that I didn't know any of the students there anymore. Sometimes I could just cry, when I think of how things used to be. They didn't seem to happen that long ago. Yet when I look at those old places that used to be mine, my friends and mine, well, they're not ours anymore. They're someone else's. Someone else's rooms, corridors, benches. And there are no traces that they were ever mine, or ours. Strange how some things stay the same while others can change so quickly. Like that line in the Pablo Neruda poem -- "The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer." I went to the PPRO office. It's still in front of the field, where I last saw it. Saw Ms. Jean and Sir Gary. Ms. Lorie was nowhere to be found. When I saw Ms. Jean, she exclaimed: "Melai! Ang mature mo na!" Have I really changed that much? When I look at the mirror I don't think I've changed at all. I still see myself as how I was a few years ago. Now, I really feel old. Post a comment in response: |
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