Metmet Aportadera
Philippine Science High School-Western Visayas (2011)
University of Sto. Tomas
18
I'm really not sure exactly who I am.
But whoever is reading this has access to my innermost thoughts.
So I'll let them decide.
Sony Vaio Duo
Sony Xperia Z
Machiavelli Chocolatier Chocolates
Pandora Charms
A Trip to Paris
New Accomodations
Serenitea Gift Certificates
Bizu, Cafe Macaron, or TWG Macaroons
Wow. I can't believe time passed by so fast. I've actually finished high school. I've survived Philippine Science High School - Western Visayas Campus. It's over. The endless barrage of requirements, the post-Physics 3 headache and nausea, the frustrations taken out on my scientific calculator by pressing *memory F*, *shift+button (makes a "v"-like thing)*, *memory C* and *that button that makes "K"* and *equals* over and over again. (It makes me feel better because seeing "Error 2" on my sci.cal. makes me feel like it's as confused as I am.) All the things that kept me from Facebook and sleep... They're over. Done. Finished. Ended. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. After all, the actual ceremony isn't until March 29. And, well... *sigh* It probably isn't strange to be slightly scared, nostalgic and sad. After all, I'm leaving behind a place I've come to consider as a home. I've spent (on average) 10 hours a day, 5 days a week, 9 1/2 months a year for four years in Pisay. There have been times when I hated it (and despised the people I had to endure along with it) but there are way more memories that I treasure than ones I disdain. I've met people I love. I've met people I hate. And a lot of people in between. I admit there have been times when I felt like they didn't deserve for me to give a damn, but I always did. First year, Sapphire, no one was kicked out and to be quite honest, I wasn't close at all with the other sections. So, I my apathy is bred from ignorance. Second year, well, that was the time I started blogging. All my emotions about Gilbert are in the early posts of this blog. Third year, Chem 2 was a terror. But well, JB, Vasquez, and John Dave focused too much on Freestyle, DoTA, Pokemon and Plants vs Zombies and too little on their studies. Perhaps it is still too unfeeling to say it was their own faults (despite it being true)... But they were, overall, fun to be around and they had tons of unrealized potential. Now... Fourth year... What can I say? Even three years around my classmates, my feelings are still incredibly confused. Chaligrav 2011, I love. The cliques that make it up, I hate. The people who make up those cliques, well... We all have our good and bad points. Sometimes, their dark side triumphs over good and I end up exasperated. But I like to think we're all innately more good than evil. Some people may just have a slightly perverted definition of what's right. Namely, always themselves. I'll definitely need to rant about a lot of people... *sigh* I just read a past blog post about Diana. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love her but well, it's never a real friendship until you've hated things about a person and learned to accept them despite it. I'll end on that note because I'm extremely tired. The Singapore Scholarship examination took a lot out of me and I still have to pack tomorrow morning. Anyway, with high school life over, I'll definitely have more time to blog.
