I'm actually ecstatically euphoric that I'm going home.I spent sleepless nights for weeks thinking about going home.
And now, the day has come.In 6 hours, I'll be on my way to the airport.
In 8 hours, I'll be checking in.
In 10 hours, I'll be boarding the plane.
In 13 hours, the plane I'm on is going to be landing on the runway.
In 13 hours and some minutes, I'll be stepping on Philippine ground.
In 13 hours and some minutes, I'll be breathing Philippine air.
In 13 hours and some minutes.
But as much as I'm excited about this.
I'm also sure that I'm going to terribly miss my roommates.my room. my clustermates. my cluster.
even OH and S'pore (yeah, MAYBE xD)I'll miss my room. I really would. It's been almost a year. And it's been one helluva almost a year. All the laughters. The crazy conversations. It's been great. It's been fun. It's been lovely. I'd miss them, no doubt.
Young 522. Start of 2008.
Pat (522-1), NianCi (522-3), Nica (522-4), Ivana (522-2)Though we've agreed on staying together next year;
and we've written each other's name on our
who-you-want-to-be-roommates-with request form,
There's still no assurance that 522's coming back as 522 next year,
or at least even a different room number.
At this moment. I'm left all alone in this room.
522-2 went to the airport already. Flight's at 7something pm.
522-3 is on an orientation for the juniors.
522-4 is going to a halloween party.
Definitely won't see Wongso not til the 1st of January.
Not going to see Nica before I go because she's going to stay out tonight.
Will see NianCi, for sure :)
Called just now. Won't be able to come back on time :)
Guess how I chose the colors :P
No, it's not just because the colors are gay. lol
Guess, guess.
Same as this blog, this year started black and white.
Everyone got warmer, then came the colors.
And as this year comes to an end,
I guess, like everything else,
it ends like how it began,
black and white.
But surely, the end is much much better..
.. and bitter.
We got to spend all those memorable&precious moments together.
Yet we go home feeling that the past year was not enough,
that we were not able to cherish every moment of it,
and now, everything's changing and going right before our eyes.
And then we feel worse 'cause we know we can't put things back on how they were before.
And all we can look back on are the photos we took.
When we were dressing up...
When they were being gay...
When we were pigging out...
When we were simply being vain...
And when all ends at goodbye, see you next yearand I'm hoping that when I come back, you'd be there in the same room as me.Our last night...
Before Wongso leaves...
----------------at around I can't remember what time, I was the only one left in the room--------------
oh yeah, I've mentioned it earlier in this post.
And before she goes out of that door,the one she's been going in and out through all this time,she looks back,she remembers how it was before when she sees how it is now.clean and empty desks.empty shelves.the mattress without a cover, left leaning on the wall.desolate room, devoid of warmth and life.she sighs.she's thinking of staying.she does not want to leave.but something inside her is tugging, pulling.the desire to go home.and without any hesitationshe bids her last farewell, grabs her luggage, opens the door and leaves.
I guess this is the end.
Of this blog entry. LOL
I don't think I was actually able to add
more drama; only more photos.
Well, that's it.
MISSING 522. BIGTIME.
*PAT
