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Baby, don't say goodbye.

about me.
Hi. Christine. 18 and Happy. Makati Science High School Alumnus. Currently a Miriam College student.
MIRIAM COLLEGE PEP SQUAD. Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.
I have high expectations. I am A LIMITED EDITION. I have dreams, A LOT.

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Wednesday, June 8, 2011 { Wednesday, June 08, 2011 }

I HAVE JUST SURVIVED MY FIRST DAY. I woke up with a really sad perception regarding how i would handle this particular situation I cannot manage to be in. I do not plan to write about it but still I have a lot of  thinking to do. What has changed since the past few days when I actually thought I was at my happiest. When it became him and I, I was grateful and I thought I could not be happier but on the downside of it, have I forgotten to breathe a little air and know how other felt when I was really in utter joy? I dont know what is happening. I dont know how to fight. All I know is to accept whats happening and overthink about the possibilities of its aftershock on me. I dont know where to start. I will bring the old me back. I will not try, I will do it. 

On the brighter side, I still got my best bud on my side the whole day without the akwardness on my part.. fine a little awkwardness but I hope to get it over with. I got a little confused regarding my first subject because it was about the research paper when my course is a non-thesis course. REALLY /:( She even waited for the bell to ring before she let us out after 45 minutes of total silence. Whatthehell. She was a new teacher and that explains everything.

I had lunch with the Jophie and Marga at Cafe Azul @ Moro Lorenzo Ateneo. Roast Beef was damn good and a little chat with the best people made it a lot better. The rain just made a little puddle inside my new shoes. Why oh why. Oh yeah. The air broke my umbrella FML.

I have a really great teacher in one of my majors, she's hot and she's a mother. Knowing that she graduated from the same course of the same school im in brightened up my day. I like the way she handled the class and I love her classroom. Ms. Morillo who was my teacher before got a little pissed that Marga and I were late for her class. Stupid vendo machine made us wait for a drink which had no taste and a cup filled with 10% juice and 90% nothing. -_-

Went home with Marga safe and sound through a cab. Rain STOP. Please STOP. 

Wore my varsity jacket today. Made me miss the PEP days. This is sad.