a tad of what i miss. . .
Nostalgia (6/25/25 12:54PM)
The thought of longing for my U.P. life has never been a big deal for me until now. The four years that passed, the so-called survival period for every isko and iska, is worth reminiscing. From the moment I heard the news that I passed the UPCAT, the time when I received the official letter from the University, the first day of enrolment, the time I got my official U.P. I.D. and the first time that I got into the real world from my secluded life. Everything was worth it from all the hardships, heartaches, pressures and haggard days just to survive in the Diliman jungle. And how can I forget my apartment days, our girlish drinking bouts, our sleepless nights because one of us had her heart broken, our martyr attitudes, our shocking revelations, our kilig moments and our surprisingly funny drunk habits. I really miss these girls. This was the place where I realized that those that came from provinces were more sincere and more honest in the friendship that they get involved into than those from the metro. These were the people who supported and cried with me all through out, no questions asked, no doubts, no nothing.
The love I found in that jungle gave me one hell of a ride, from the toughest moment to the most romantic unexpected occasions. It all started with a group work. This was one of the situations where friends of friends get to know each other, never knowing that they would end up loving each other and making it last. It’s funny how I still recall and have a feel of it. This was also the phase of my life when I really got hurt by the person I love, had been silly with the actions I made after, had been denial and vengeful for some time and finally going back to that same person regardless of what had happened but regardful of the love I had for him and vice versa. From all the odds that we faced together, the love we have for each other and the help of God to strengthen our relationship, we are still together and hoping to make it last forever.
U.P. might be irritable for some people with all the stereotypes attached to it from the time it was founded but I could tell that it is a worthy place to get educated. It would practically teach you everything you have to know about life implicitly from the time you set your first footstep into it up to time that you set your last. Now that I already left, I am yearning to go back. I would definitely do everything to go back to that same old jungle and spend another phase of my intellectual nurturing with a more mature understanding of life and everything that goes with it.
The thought of longing for my U.P. life has never been a big deal for me until now. The four years that passed, the so-called survival period for every isko and iska, is worth reminiscing. From the moment I heard the news that I passed the UPCAT, the time when I received the official letter from the University, the first day of enrolment, the time I got my official U.P. I.D. and the first time that I got into the real world from my secluded life. Everything was worth it from all the hardships, heartaches, pressures and haggard days just to survive in the Diliman jungle. And how can I forget my apartment days, our girlish drinking bouts, our sleepless nights because one of us had her heart broken, our martyr attitudes, our shocking revelations, our kilig moments and our surprisingly funny drunk habits. I really miss these girls. This was the place where I realized that those that came from provinces were more sincere and more honest in the friendship that they get involved into than those from the metro. These were the people who supported and cried with me all through out, no questions asked, no doubts, no nothing.
The love I found in that jungle gave me one hell of a ride, from the toughest moment to the most romantic unexpected occasions. It all started with a group work. This was one of the situations where friends of friends get to know each other, never knowing that they would end up loving each other and making it last. It’s funny how I still recall and have a feel of it. This was also the phase of my life when I really got hurt by the person I love, had been silly with the actions I made after, had been denial and vengeful for some time and finally going back to that same person regardless of what had happened but regardful of the love I had for him and vice versa. From all the odds that we faced together, the love we have for each other and the help of God to strengthen our relationship, we are still together and hoping to make it last forever.
U.P. might be irritable for some people with all the stereotypes attached to it from the time it was founded but I could tell that it is a worthy place to get educated. It would practically teach you everything you have to know about life implicitly from the time you set your first footstep into it up to time that you set your last. Now that I already left, I am yearning to go back. I would definitely do everything to go back to that same old jungle and spend another phase of my intellectual nurturing with a more mature understanding of life and everything that goes with it.
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