Tonight's my last night here in my 3rd home inside the campus. I've always known I'm going to leave this place sooner or later, but I've never thought it would be this soon.

I feel like this place deserves some gratitude from me, not just for giving me shelter inside UP for a year and a half, but for the people I've met, the friends I've had, the stories my housemates and I have shared with eachother, and the memories I've made.

To Quill, Bang, Ate Stoi, Ana, Kim, Ysobel, Geline and Xonja, thank you. For the shared meals; for the late night talks; for the plans that we made, whether it went through or not; for the laughs and the tears; for everything, I will forever be grateful.

To house number 103 in Valenzuela Street, thank you so much, and goodbye.

It's weird how I look nerdier now that I'm actually on leave from stress-slash-school.

Pessimist? I call it realist.

It's so hard to be idealistic when the whole world is conniving against you.

Whole world? Now that's pessimistic.

Hello optimism. Where art thou?

Dear 19-year old self,

I'm not gonna miss you because you fucked up half of the year. I don't want to remember you because I only remember you being lonely. I don't want you to follow me around because you're full of pathetic issues and emotional baggage. The bad times have outnumbered the good times in you.

In less than seven hours, I'm gonna leave you behind. And please 19-year old self, I'm begging you to let me grow up.

Bye.

Happy Birthday Nic

10 things I miss about Nickee Tickee:

1. Our talks over overpriced coffees.
2. Our dinners when you were still my neighbor.
3. Our crazy competition in Neopets.
4. Our stupid race to our dining area cause no one wants to wash the dishes.
5. Riding the UP Fair ferris wheel with you.
6. Me making fun of you GC-ness.
7. Listening to your latest updates on RAFAEL ALEJANDRO SOLIS.
8. Our hilarious moments in the worst PE ever, Band and Ball.
9. Bumming around at our house cause we don't want to leave our air-conditioned rooms.

10. Your corned beef soup.

I miss you Maamz.

Happy Birthday. Or should I say belated happy birthday? September 1 is about to end, I'm already two days too late. But what the heck. I'm still going through with this.

Nickee! Two years ago, I had a cake made just for you. I made an AVP (that could pass as a PowerPoint presentation) for you last year. But this year, err, no cakes and AVPs for you. You're getting too spoiled.

I actually can't remember the last time I saw you or the last time we talked. I guess we've been too busy. But that doesn't worry me because I'm sure we'll always be friends.

Happy Birthday Maamz. See you soon. :)