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Thursday, March 30, 2006


   Graduation Day!!!
Here in the Philippines, the end of the school year comes during March. And today, is our Graduation Day!!!

5:00 Wake up and get dressed in the High School uniform
6:00 Curl my hair and put on some make up
8:00 Get in the line up gtting ready to march
9:00 Doxology (sing your heart out), Philippine National Anthem (bayang magiliw!!!), Sna Juan hymn(sa dilim ng gabi....hindi ako makakita. Umusbong ang tuwa, galak at kasiyahan)
salutation of lady anne (the teachers cried)
Marched up the stage and stuff....

After six years of hard work, it's not a surprise that I'll be graduating. The only surprise here is that I feel so sad. The times we've shared, no matter how sad and no matter how joyful, we can't go back to them anymore. I tried my best. But now that everything is said and done, I regret that I did not push myself to my best effort. I passed satisfactoraly like everyone else but now that everything is finished, when there's no more going back, I suddenly feel as if I didn't do anything.

During the Baccalaureate Mass, the priest said in his homily "graduation is filled with joy and sorrow. joy because you see the fruits of your hard labor, sorrow because you see that the fruits of your work wasn't that good. Brothers and sisters, in the first reading from the book of Ezekiel in chapter 47, we talk about a wonderful stream. He saw that there were fruit trees of every sort in the banks of the river. Teh angel explained that th water makes sure that the fruit trees live well. Did you water the fruits? My dear candidates, you are the flow of this water from the sanctuary. Water those fruits on the way. They shall be plenty. Every month, these trees shall bear fresh fruit. Their fruit shall serve for food and their leaves for medicine. Life is a journey, you pick up those precious stones and pebble on the way. Pick up as much as you can for you can never go back the same path."

As I end my life as a grade school student and enter my days in High School, I conclude to this motto:
"Life is like a gentle breeze; cherish every second of its carressing wind before it blows away."

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