Created: October 22.2009
Updated: July 29, 2010
“One-for-all, all-for-one”
I never thought that time would pass by so fast… so fast that it has already been 38 months since I first entered this campus. Who would’ve thought that the block who ruled the amphi with their loudest voices, the block that looked like frosh students every time they get together, the block with the most number of “gossip guys,” the block with the weirdest group names – Amazons, December Boys, Kazaam (Flower Power), Ditchers, Triad, Koreans and Nomads, and the block that has the most number of “adopted blockmates,” are already 4th year students who, soon enough, would already exit this campus that put them all together. The gloomy feeling started to arise lately every time I realize that I have only one month remaining to share more memorable moments with the people who made college the most significant chapter of my life so far. The Amazons are the cherries-on-top of my college life and it’s just depressing to think that sooner or later, we might not see each other as often as we have been used to for the past 3 years.
Nostalgia chills me to the bones as I remember those frosh days when we were still “innocent” and less matured individuals. During our frosh days, we never had serious disputes amongst each other. That very first day in La Casita is the first spark of friendship that formed the Amazons. That first day when we talked about our top 3 crushes in the block would always remain to be a vivid memory in me. I miss those days when every during break time, all we would do is to talk about various random things. I miss those “chichi” moments of the Amazons wherein we would be so enthusiastic and eager to talk about the lives of our other blockmates. I miss those days when love life and heartbreaks have not yet occupied a space in our conversations. We are the “One-for-all, all-for-one” group who laughed together… and when the chance permits us to do so, cried together during those tough times. We relate to each other even if we have diverse personalities. The Amazons encouraged one another to challenge one’s capabilities even beyond the extremes. Every time we’re together, there’s always a sense of security. The world may judge and criticize us but as long as we have each other, no one and nothing can let us down.
Indeed, reality bites. This is the upsetting truth that we have been ignoring lately. Very soon enough, we are already graduating. There’s nothing we can say or do to lessen this depressing feeling. I’m actually not sure if every Amazon is feeling the same way as I do. Yes, we may still see each other after we graduate but not as often as we see each other every day in school for the past few years. Are we still going to play Pinoy Henyo and Charades? Can we still fool around with our “Yes” or “No” questions after spinning the bottle (while hitting the table with other C2 or Nestea bottles)? Do we still have “Dare days”? Who will be the next love teams? Are we still going to share our new crushes in our workplace? When will be our next performance? Are we still going to celebrate Valentine’s Day together? College has given us the chance to spend whatever’s left of our childhood in the most remarkable way that we can. Congratulations, Amazons! We all did a great job. Every term, every moment of our college life seems memorable to each one of us. This is why we are having a difficult time accepting reality.
Time, can you please slow down a bit? Can you still give us one more chance to do the things we love to do? Or better yet, can you just turn us back to the 6th floor of Andrew building — La Casita of June 2007?
Of how collecting candies in parties revealed the fun we had
Of being amazed as balloons soar up in the air
Of going home with stars to show mom how well we did in class
Of Santa Claus giving us presents on Christmas day
Of going to Bora to build sand castles
Of how losing polly pockets and tamagotchis will already make us cry
Of using number eight with a tail at the bottom to draw a cat
Of trying to discover where the treasure chest is
Of walking down the aisle with rose petals on our hands
Of wondering whether there is really a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
Of imagining our lives as fairy tales, waiting for our own fairy god mothers
Of searching for our own superhero and prince charming <3
Oh how i miss my childhood days :)
When the word “complicated” was not yet even familiar to us.
About Me
I am Car.I am defying gravity. :)
