If ever one of you has ever stumbled upon this post, would you agree with the title? I don't know if nostalgia is dawning upon me but as I am counting the days before the first day of school, I realize that wow, time flies fast. I am reminiscing all the moments I have had from the moment I opened my eyes to wake up to the moment I closed my eyes after the last day of school to prepare myself for the first day of vacation. Oh man, this is way too dramatic I can't believe I am the one who's writing this. Oh.

If things aren't cruel enough for me, moments from the first day I met my friends (those who have migrated and who will migrate) are starting to backflash in my mind. Kirstie my childhood friend, playing with me when we were still cute tots. Oh men, the good times. She went to Canada two years ago to find a better life her parents thought Philippines can't give them. And then there is Fatima. She and I were not that close. But recently, before she went to America to stay for good, we talked about things we thought we weren't going to talk about. Lastly, there's Vince, I remember when we were still strangers to each other and it was that one lunch that made us friends. I rememeber when I brought her to Mikaela's house (who was his textmate by that time) and look at them now. They both have special affection for each other. It seems that I have become the bridge for them. Hehe. Kidding aside, it's nice to know how they made my life colorful and how they still make my life colorful but it is a nicer thought if you have also made their lives colorful. And prior to that, I think I have also put color to their lives.

I just can't help but feel lonely. (Emo mode). It's just like yesterday when I met them and now they were leaving. How many of them are going to leave tomorrow, in the future? I don't want to be left alone in this country while they are living in other places. It sucks man. Really.

Stop being emo about them. Another topic.

Classes are coming and though I have had a fair share of funny times this summer. I'm still not contented. Before you think about whining, I'm proud to tell you, I'm not whining. Promise. Look at this, I wanted to write a song but no lyrics are coming out of my mind. I wanted to play m guitar, but everytime I do, we have to do something or someone's disturbing me. See. Parang laging may hadlang. And so I begin to contemplate why I haven't done anything for myself lately. That's all.

hehe. :)