ok. i swore to myself that i wouldn't do it. but, i did anyway.

i cried today. on the last day of sophomore year. i managed to squeeze out a couple of salty tears when i realized these people weren't gonna be my classmates next year anymore. i realized just how great our class is. how i can basically approach anyone and they would be ok with it. how when you have a group project to do, you are never disappointed with your group mates because one of them is usually a close friend. and you pretty much know everyone's strength and weaknesses.

yup. that's what's so great about it. you know everyone. like family. i am gonna miss them so much. we've had ups and downs as a class but we're still here. i hate to think of the class next year who's gonna have so much to live up to.

the best thing about this class is probably the people in it, and the friends i've found among them. if it hadn't been for this, i wouldn't have met ysabel, or hung out with daryll again. if this class didn't happen, i would be a lot poorer in terms of the laughs and happiness it has brought. i love II-4. i really do. i've never found a love like this. it saddens me that we have to go our separate ways.

oh, i remember why those tears betrayingly came out. it finally hit me that belay and daryll weren't gonna be my classmates next year. there's always a possibility. but i hate it for being there. it makes me hold on and keep hoping that we might still be together. i don't want to hold on anymore. i want to make peace with the situation and accept the truth. but i can't...because there's still that friggin' hope.

i've thought about turning back time. i would start appreciating what we had everyday, instead of taking it for granted. but then, if i turned back time, and i was conscious that our time is not forever, i probably wouldn't be missing them as i'm obviously doing now. (does that make sense to you? it does to me. it's just so hard to put exactly what you're feeling in words)

i hate that i have to watch my comfort zone vanish. the comfort zone being my classmates.

it was so good. i would arrive at 7 and see the faces of the early birds like carmina, marta, jillianne, arianne, erika, etc. then, more people would arrive and it would start getting noisier as everyone told their stories. then, someone (usually sarah, janinna, bettina) would catch up to singing the national anthem because they don't want to be late.

during classes, you could always spot someone eating, and you have to wonder how they don't get caught by the teachers. i'm also left wondering why they cannot wait until recess or lunch. i admit, i ate...ONCE. i just wanted to taste the crackers that everybody thought was so awesome. i think they were corned-beef-flavored. quite good, really. i can also always see someone looking inside their bags, and you know they're obviously checking their cellphones for messages, or texting back. i am also left to wonder how these people have the courage to bring their cellphones to school, let alone use it in broad daylight. bringing cameras are actually considered normal. i brought mine to school one day and i was so scared i hardly took any pictures. that's the difference between me and them, i suppose. so, enough about rule-breaking. let's move on to other topics. like our subjects. on second thought, that sounds like a boring topic. maybe on a different entry.

hmmm....dancepro. we were riding high from our victory during first year. but second year proved to be much more difficult. the powers that be were obviously against us. it doesn't matter. we're still losers. :D (alvin)

oh! one more thing why i love my class is because they tolerate our singing. nobody seems to mind if we sing high school musical every-friggin'-day. sure, there are those who pretend they hate our singing voices, but i'm almost sure they're gonna miss it when it's gone. it saddens me that we might no be able to sing as much as we want to next year.

what can i say? this class is friggin' perfect.

except for the occasional theft. as a matter of fact, i still refuse to believe that the thief could be a classmate. how could anyone stomach that? i know i wouldn't be able to live with myself if i knew i got someone else's money. money that most probably came from hardworking parents or money that came from weeks upon weeks of saving. but whoever that is, she/he has obviously made peace with the situation. relax, IF you're the thief, i'm not making you feel bad. unless you are, then you obviously have to think about what you did....more.

throughout the year, we had to participate in a lot of class activities. as in activities that involved the whole class. i remember our less-than-awesome cheer dance on that family intrams/fitness day (forgot what i was called). do you remember when we danced to the hairspray song 'you can't stop the beat'? i think we didn't do well at that one for the same reason we don't do well on other class activities: we're all perfectionists. we want everything to be perfect so we always find something to make the activity better for all of us. we mean well, but we don't always get the results we want. i've learned that sometimes, it's better to just stick to the original plan rather than make elaborate changes midway. it just confuses everyone. (of course, this is my personal opinion and it is not intended to offend ANYone -- don't reread it and find something offensive!)

alright, i think i've said quite enough, even though there are lots more to say. goodbye now. goodbye forever.