Outdated clothes, studio pics, mushy letters from highschool, college diaries - these are just some stuff I came across today. This day marks the day I cleaned out my closet after almost a year! Good thing, there was no snake or any exotic reptile came out from my tremendous pile of treasures.
Anyway, while I was sorting my stuff as to which goes to the trash and not, I saw an old HS studio pic of my barkada. Simply looking at it brought a lot of good memories, both naughty and nice hehe. Glad to know our barkada is still intact. I know I wouldn't have survived my adult life without them.
Another good find from my "treasures" is my first DLSU student handbook. It didnt contain much, just some day-to-day homeworks and lists of to do's. However, there is one very special page that caught my eye. There in that page sits my very short journal about a crush. A crush whom I didn't get to see that Thursday, March 18, 1999. There I wrote that I am missing my crush shortly after spending time with him the day before. I narrated how nice the crush was in helping me finished a task while taking a mental note that I should not be feeling extra special as he also does this to other people. You can tell from the journal that I was anxious to know if crush has also feelings for me. I even wrote that in case he doesn't like me back, it is not my loss! Talk about sourgraping hehe. Anyway, I ended the journal with these lines.
"I still think we make a good couple (feeling ako hahaha)...
Too bad, that entry didnt have any follow-through. The tedious task of cleaning the closet would have been more exciting if there was another a la telenovela entry in that black student handbook.
As for the crush, well, he has been in a relationship for quite a long time now, a serious one I think. In fact, he's already engaged. He will marry his love of his life finally after long years of love-filled relationship. Thanks to my strong fighting spirit (esp during college) and of course, my faith to God, the crush whom I missed every Thursdays of that 3rd term SY 98-99, the same guy who bumped his car in Taft because he hadn't any sleep the night before but still decided to drive me to Carriedo, will be the groom at the altar when I walk down that aisle this December.
