To my innocence, naivety, and viridity
Childish ways, high school days.
A mere three weeks, I say good bye
With a cry, a tear, a sigh.

To blue slacks, and a polo
Black shoes and white socks
To my pink skirt, and white blouse,
Pleated, soon to be folded.

To the OHS rooms of our first and second years:
The broken windows, and tantrum-kicked chairs,
The broom box behind the spider webbed chalkboard,
Messages on the wall hand printed in red and green.

The broken doorknobs, and broken floorboards,
Carved armchairs, and eaten chalks,
Missing brooms and dustpans and garbage cans and rugs
That show up in who knows where
Stolen by jani- we know who.

The witnesses and victims
To our random laughter (from some Chinese-looking girl’s corny joke).
Our random tears.
Our not so random learnings.
The pillars of our memories.

To the PF rooms of our third year:
The storage room turned gigantic garbage can and dressing room (maybe because ours keep being stolen)
The exploding socket causing sparks to fly (and us to fly away from it), and
The amazing “alambre” lock; who knows who installed (as if that could keep us away).
The earthquake resistant rooms would be missed.

To the New High School Building of our last years:
The kicked door (not our fault!), and cancerous blinds (like hairs falling after chemo),
The jigsaw floor (not sure if better than broken floorboards),
The “Halayan 2012”, and
The mind-boggling “no key needed” lockers.


The UTMT with its fair share of mango sentences,
The old guidance office now turned “tambayan”, and
The Computer lab with its fragile yellow chairs and bruised bums.

To Ibong Adarna plays, and the half cooked uncooked Teriyaki,
Generation X (and Generation NOW! and Generation Facebook),
Jai ** dances, and cheerleading,
Kalagon Kamo Namon,
And Mickey Mickey Mouse Kabit-bintana memories.

To the NikJep Tandem,
Kanlaon Boys Behind the Flowers,
D.H.A.I.N.G. (not sure if they remember this),
Fred vs Gino version
And DewBheRhieTart.

Keep the volcanoes of memories burning.

To blue paint, and blue shirts,
And Geometry teaching us
“There are a lot of solutions to a problem.
We just have to find one that suits us.”

To saying “***”,
And cooking imbutido.
And wearing (for some designing) reduced,
Reused, recycled clothing.
And dissecting.
And parrot-Filipino teachers (she gave me P30 for load though).

Keep the river of rumination flowing.

To being scared of one whole sheet of paper,
Two becoming one,
Party rocking to make up for the tears,
And knowing we should have won.

To the hand sanitizer girls,
The Cream-o-holics,
The Canterbury Crusaders,
The Valenciana eaters.

May our tree of friendship continue growing.

To our winnings!

The glow in the dark madness,
The Lakan at Mutya clutch-heart-moments,
The Sports Fest *******,
Basketball girls’ coronation!

To the fieldtrips and failed trips,
To air conditioned crammings,
And space and time bending
To comparing notes (and sometimes other things)
Copying notes, sometimes photocopying
(Not Xeroxing)
Sharing words, phrases, sentences
And giving pictures (via Bluetooth).

May you keep walking on the right direction,

To the expectations achived,
Broken, overtaken.
All the skepticism,
Constructive criticism.

All of it.

The in-your-face-we-did-it-baby-
We-are-awesome-you-can’t-bring-us-do­wn-
Coz-we-rise-back-up-attitude.

To Arielle
And Mhae

To Amica
Marie
Narzcisa
Cyan
Fred
Theo
Alvinson
Anthony
Faith
Karmil­la
Matt
Jeffson
Lourince

To Carolyn

To Makayla

To the thirty-five castaways in this room
The thirty-five castaways who struggled
The thirty-five castaways who persevered
The thirty-five castaways who fought, cried, made up, laughed, shared, gave, back-stabbed, and front-stabbed, celebrated, suffered, passed
Thirty-five
Thirty-five castaways who loved,
Thirty-five

Thirty-five castaways who made it, who did it.

To Nikki
Hazel
Alyssa
Gef
Veni
Alex
Jaykee
Bernard
Myra
Vince
Chanta­lle
Josen
Jerian
Shaira
J
Uriah
Ihra
Renz
Bless
Steffany
Angel
Fl­orey
Bernadine
Antonette
Rency
Owen
Majah
Gino
Marcelo
Ney
Keith
­Joselle
And Jessa,

We did it guys.
We really did.

hi dudes



today i went to a healthy eating class and they said, that i have been eating unhealthy

well, i have been drinking lots of coca cola and lots of strawberry milk, ya know large bottle

i have been eating loads of chocolates and chocolate desserts, but i do have salad with

steak with mushroom butter, oh how tasty as, you see i need to go for more walks and cut down

on what i eat, so i can lose weight, even if your feet are sore, you still have to walk, but i haven’t been

walking all the time, i just let my fat pile up, so what i learnt, if i can get off the couch more, and

go for a walk and stop eating chocolates and chips and desserts and coca cola, and this is what

i will do, every time i feel like eating a lot, i will go for a walk, even if it kills me, you see i met a girl

not mentioning names who fights her body when she feels like eating junk food, and i feel inspirited

by that, you see, i might fight my legs being so tired, and go for a walk, because if you look at it

it won’t **** me, because, back in the 1990s, i was really fat, fatter than i am now, and i walked from

page to hawker and page to florey and page to the mall, and i didn’t know it at first, but i lost a lot of weight

you see i ain’t ready to die yet, i have a lot of things to do, but instead of moping around, i am going to do

something about it, it might look like i am living in the past, but i am not, i am going to try and keep my walking

up every time i feel like going to the shop to buy chocolates and strawberry milk and desserts or coke

even if my legs are really tired, i don’t sit down, i will just sweat it out, i haven’t been doing that lately but

even if i don’t inspire people, i still want to push myself, so i can look young and feel good about myself

you see i was running and mum was saying that, the medication was leaving me through sweat, well maybe it did

but i was healthy, well in my body, because when i was running, i was yelling at my voices, which gave passers by

the point i was being hassled, but i was running away from my voices, but i really want to return to that healthy weight

again, so, when i feel like buying strawberry milk and chocolate, etc etc, i will go for a walk, sometimes i could walk at 7.30 pm

after my television shows, because i will be healthy again, and maybe i can become involved in a lot more cool stuff, because

i don’t want to die of diabetes, i just like strawberry milk, and besides which, i haven’t got much energy to walk or do anything

but i am going to fight my body, make sure i go for at least two walks a day, but i don’t want to become obsessed with it because

obsession isn’t quite good, when i was running, i was shafted off to hospital,(psych ward), on a night where i was being tortured by my mind

to go down to hawker shops steal a coke and then drop $2.00 on the ground, to help the poor people doing it tough, but i didn’t do that

actually i went to the psych ward where i was told that i wasn’t helping in there, mind you, i tried, but i wasn’t, and i want to go for more walks around

the suburb of hawker canberra, and occasionally around the lakes in canberra, and stop drinking coke and strawberry milk and stop eating chocolates,

well i might get myself to an healthy weight, mind you if i relax and do my art, my legs shouldn’t be tired next time i go for a walk

i know, this feels like bullying, but it’s not, it’s just trying to get my body back to the 2013 weight, and i need to keep taking my medication

i should pretty cool, dude