“Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.”
Ahh, the good ol` days.
we just celebrated our John's farewell last April 5, 2011 (Tuesday) @ Nuvali, Sta. Rosa. To be honest, it wasn't that much special, I mean it was just like any other hang outs. but the thing that made it special were the people I was with. So what if we were only 10? At least we get to be together as "The First Year John" for the very last time right? :)
I'll miss `em bunch. :(
And It's really sad knowing the others are going to transfer schools.
Not to mention our adviser, who is pretty much busy until now. She wasn't able to come to our farewell party. She said I already knew why. But honestly, I don't know. So I asked my sister about it (my sister was her co-worker), and she said it was because she's still affiliated with the school, even though her contract was done. It's still too early to be coming to such things. It's all a matter of professionalism. We'll get it when we get older.
@ Nuvali, Water Taxi (boat ride). :P
So anyway, I don't really feel like posting something about my life today.
And as if you're going to tune in to my next post. (Which I really hope you would)
Oh yeah, about the guy I was talking about at this post:
I don't like him anymore. why? That's `cause he's a total J-E-R-K. He's been cheating on me all along. I know we're not together, but blocking me on facebook? ignoring all my messages? Talking as if we're not friends? DUDE, that is just so wrong. I mean, you could crush over a hundred girls, I don't care, but dude, break my heart? play with me? saying you're " dead serious about your feelings for me," but then you'd just throw it in the trash, without even letting me know it? Dude, wat the actual fudge?
You were the first to grab my heart, but you were also the first to break it. Don't worry, I won't cry over a useless pathetic thing. I just don't like the way I was played. `Cuz I ain't your toy. And you ain't my player. Heck, toys aren't even made to be broken.
I just felt disrespected. that's all. It's like we've never been friends...
If only you knew how much it hurts.
If only...