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![]() | Papa died 6 days after my elementary graduation in Quezon City, and my family and I were forced to leave and look for a far place where we could possibly move on with our lives without a father. Fate brought us to Las Pinas, a 2-hour ride away from QC. Entering high school without knowing anybody was really a scary experience for me. Aside from the fact that I haven't recovered yet from Papa's death, I deeply missed the company of my elementary friends whom I thought I would also be sharing my high school life with. So during my first few weeks in my new school, I projected a snobbish personality - an antisocial - for that matter. But because no man is an island and we don't exist in a vacuum, I realized that I was beginning to open the door of my life for those new faces to come in. I never expected that the 4 years I spent in high school would be the ones I will cherish forever. Yes, I know I'm still young and will get to experience a lot more, but I am sure that my high school experiences will be tough to top in one lifetime. Eventhough I am thankful to have met new people and made new friends in college, it's still not the same (and I don't think it will ever be). My high school barkada are simply irreplaceable, and it really feels good to look back at the good old days with them. | ![]() | |||||
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