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LOVE is a battlefield
title: ADIOS OLD FRIEND
date: Friday, March 20, 2009

I can't even say that Junior year was better than my Sophomore. They're both different in MANY ways. But when I come to think of it, I remember more memories when I was in sophomore compared to now, and take note that my sophomore year took place last last year.


Third year is now OFFICIALLY over. (: and I wasn't at school to spend it. Well, my lolo is sick and I'd rather stay in that air conditioned hospital room with cable tv rather than somewhere else.

I was able to grip the fact that third year is over. Unlike previous years, finishing this academic year was NORMAL. Yes it was fulfilling, but I felt different.


Third year was when
... I first understood the real meaning of stress. Mental, Physical and Emotional stress. I even took these so called STRESS TABS, a multi-vitamin that helps fight stress.
... I knew the difference between BEST and just FRIENDS.
... I experienced the worst HEARTBREAK yet. and I know, that I gave someone that feeling too.
... I learned that sometimes, you need not to be surrounded by people. We sometimes need to just, stay put in our seat, never care if we're alone, and just let things flow. I gained a lot of time because of this, and I used this time to talk to God.
... I learned how to cry it all out to God. I heard His words and felt His hug. It felt really warm and comforting. HONESTLY, it was better than my mom and dad's put together.

I felt happy, that it is over. NO. Not just happy, I feel BETTER that it was over.


Junior year flew by fast. And I am not really sure it was because I enjoyed it. I'm not really sure.

I hope next year, I could testify that my Senior Year is better than my Junior.

posted by jellybeanies @ 9:11 PM
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