This is the last post i managed to save from my old blog. As i have mentioned in my previous post that the site had to shut down. The main domain of my blog had to close because running it already costs so much since it was a free one.
I still wanna cry every time the thought of my old writings being gone crosses my mind. It's not always that i get to write something like those. The things i tried to keep not thru photographs but thru words were gone forever. I remember their contents but i don't wanna write about them again since i have had different emotions back then. I was happy, half mad, so in love and so alive on those articles. They pictured my deepest darkest moments and captured every single smile i have had.
I was too late when i had the chance to check it again. I wanted to refresh my memory for a light reading about the past but the present condition of the site got me surprised when a picture of a cat greeted me saying it went on a permanent vacation. I freaked out. That was my life and it went away just like that. It was saddening really since i treasure moments so much.
But enough of that, this article was about our life when we were in our sophomore year where we had to take our first summer class and we enjoyed so much we never thought we would part. Those years were my best years. every move was captured in photographs and yet i somehow lost them again.
So join me in reminiscing my summer 2009.
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We were supposed to be enjoying the warm summer breeze somewhere else not inside a room listening to lectures, rushing experiments, home works and projects to meet deadlines.
Getting stuck inside the four walls of the classroom wasn’t the best idea for a vacation. We easily got bored sitting there for hours and usually fell asleep and had let our minds drift somewhere else. We go home exhausted even though what we just did at school was to learn new things or if not learn, to polish what we already have in mind.
Before I really appreciated the scene that we were still intact and we were still together laughing, complimenting and criticizing each other for the good and funny things that we do, time had passed by my very eyes without me even noticing it. It’s the last week of summer class and I hate the feeling. That something good and great would have to come to an end. That it is nearly time to say goodbye.
And so as I reminisce back the good old days, no one is really rich enough to buy back that yesterday… those memories are priceless. We aren’t getting any younger and these are all part of a process we had to go through. And if I could wind back my life, I will take that chance to step into the scene once more when I first stepped into that room and saw new faces and a few familiar ones back on the month of June 2008. I hated it then.
I hated it…
But that was then.
It’s not everyday that we find certain people that can make us laugh amidst life’s difficulties with a simple smile, hello, frown and joke
We were all 47. At first dqvided by some gups but we got auong and we got used with each others attitudes. I found myself laughing along with them as some cracked jokes, teased others, and maybe there are pranksters. I watched our story unfold right before my very eyes. There are qualms and arguments that are settled and unsettled. But even if we are like this, still we did learn many things through each other. Coz If you were to ask me, I learned a lot from them.
It’s as if Life had brought 47 people on the same train station and that it allowed us to enjoy the train ride with each other’s company. We developed a friendship so strong enough to break odds. Although the ride had to slow down at certain points to introduce change, welcome new passengers… bring distractions and stuffs, who cares about it? We were having so much fun that we had a lot of memories. We don’t need a proof for that.
The path was indeed long and weary - through dark tunnels, forests and strange places; that it brought us closer together. But just like any other ride, time will come that the train will have to stop when it had finally reached its desination. And asqi feel the train come to a halt, we ready ourselves and one by one we move out. I bid goodbye to those lovely faces I got used to.There’s another train ride on my way to the other station, yet, that ride wouldn’t be like the first one: it would have different faces and another experience. I might look for a familiar face, but even if I see one, being used seeing 47 people doing pranks and stuffs would bring back the feeling of longing… And somehow I would wish even if I’m in the middle of a lively crowd that I was in that train ride again where the BSN 2-D was formed and became a FAMILY than just classmates and friends.
It was only once in a lifetime and I am lucky enough to be with them, to be able to know them and to be able to be a part of their lives. They have shown me how colorful the world could be through their own created personas.
I’m going to miss the early morning jokes and laughter’s, the noise that fills the air during vacant and discussions along with jeers and screams. Their ways of calling such as “bestfriend”, “ate,” “siwst,” “baket,” “lakay,” and many more. It would take me forever to name all the things I’ll be missing. There would be a lot of reminiscing – a lot of simple things that would remind me of the huggable moments I had with them that I couldn’t just find somewhere else.
I was never a good speaker. I stutter and everything… I just wanted them to know, I treasure them so much. And after everything that had happened maybe it’ s just the right thing to do, I wanted to say thank you… thank you so much.
I woulduhave to say, thut was the worldqI know; the life we had together. It had been different… so special that I couldn’t exulain how happy u am that i didnut spend my liue some other place but I spent it with the very few people I found real and Trqe. We are just under the same suy and MMSU BSN u-D (S.Y. 2008-2009) will always be MMSU BSN 2-D (S.Y. 2008-2009).
47 heads,
47 different features.
47 distinctive smiles and frowns.
47 unique voices.
47 minds with billions of thoughts.
I’m one of them.
And I’m proud of them.
~antonette
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