29/05/2024
I'll miss our kulitans, I'll miss our tawanan, no more "beh may extra ballpen ka? no more "beh may correction tape ka?" no more "onewhole,onehalf, onefourth, mo nga" no more "ang ingay² nyo" no more "beh may tagos ako?" no more "may chika ako" no more "beh crush mo"
In the halls now silent, echoes of laughter fade, desks empty, like trees without their shade. Books closed, their stories told, memories made, the last bell rings, a farewell serenade.
We walk the paths once rushed through, now slow, clasping hands that hesitate to let go. Promises to keep in touch, eyes that glow, yet, knowing some faces we might never again know.
our section isn't perfect. surely, we had some arguments, misunderstanding, and there are times that i dont really like their actions and words. i will miss their laughters, their jokes, the way we exchange our opinions and perspectives regarding some things, the way we open up some issues to each other, those times when we're cramming some outputs, sleeping during classes, laugh even when our teachers are already mad, the way we complain abt some inconsiderate teachers, that random play of music, overtime, eating lunch together, everything. we cannot deny the fact that our high school classmates made our journey filled with a roller-coaster of emotions.
Once Again
"WE ARE NICKEL (NEVER) HINDI MAG PAPATALO"