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Time flew by so fast. Was it just yesterday, when I met that person whom I considered the guy I would spend my days with, “In God’s Perfect Time”? I never knew a year has already passed – 366 days filled with precious memories both of the good and the bad. The loveliest times, and moments of tremendous heartaches. But then, fate opened its paths for both of us, and in the last Quarter of 2012 we finally said goodbye.

But, despite this big obstacle that came my way, all the people who truly cared for me during my ups and downs emerged, and yes, they were the ones I learned to cherish, for they never left me during the toughest times in my life, may it be because of schoolwork, or my family, or my relationships.

Friends, I cannot thank you well enough. My words would not be able to contain my feelings of gratitude for you all :’) We walked this road altogether, and I pray, we shall continue to walk hand-in-hand into this coming new year.

Happy 2013 Everyone!
– Joshua Jimenez



Had a great time with my two best friends, last Thursday. Its our 5th year together as friends, and due to some small glitches on our supposedly planned Baguio Trip, we went on to mall-hop in Makati, watch a movie in the cinema, and walk all the way to the Ayala Triangle and watch the Lights and Sounds display in the open area.

Then when we came home, we had a great time having drinks, and sang our hearts out! It was definitely one of the best moments I could remember this year – being my actual self in the company of my dearesr friends :)

Ever Thankful

This December, I actually mark my first of year of stay in the once Greek-run, but now Catholic learning istitution, otherwise known as Adamson University. I can vividly remember my bunch of ‘first time’ experiences at San Marcelino, starting from the first time that I actually prepared my own schedule (since I was a transferee, and the Online System was not ready at the time), and to climb up and down the stairs from the Cardinal Santos Building, walk past the Falcon Bridge, and look for possible schedules at the St. Therese Quadrangle. Also during that time, did I encounter that seemingly peculiar, yet amusing way on how fellow Adamsonians call each other: “classmate/klasmeyt” – may the other student be his/her fellow colleague, or from a different college, a senior batch, or a junior one.

Now, at times whenever I pass the the usual gates into the University, I feel much at ease, and I actually get to mingle with other students easier, unlike my first few weeks in Adamson. But, that wasn’t just the only thing I was very happy about, during my first year of stay in the University.

When I came to Adamson, I barely had friends. Barely, because I only had two high school batchmates who studied at AdU, both of whom are studying at the College of Engineering. But, being a Chemistry Major, and clearly a student from the College of Sciences, I barely see the two guys, so I roamed the University, and toured the halls and the different buildings alone. At first, I was a bit “conscious” tagging along my new orgmates, being the “new guy” and all, and feeling out of place most of the time. But eventually, I got to know each and everyone from the Organization, and the once “awkward” feelings I had, synthesized new bonds of friendship, not just with the freshmen, but also with my new blockmates at CM201, and also with the Juniors and the Seniors.

But despite the longing I still have for the now-Juniors, who are my blockmates before at PLM, I actually get to enjoy my stay here at Adamson – from actually participating with events like emceeing the Quiz Bee that we held last Semester, to playing Volleyball and some other games for OlymPACS, to having fun with my orgmates during our Christmas Party two weeks ago.

And with that, I do want to thank all my orgmates for sharing such a great time with them. I’m actually looking forward to the next event with them. Part two of our Party, perhaps? :) Happy Holidays, guys! :)


Surprise Package

For some reason, mixed emotions and random thoughts rushed through my mind as I saw a familiar pouch of cloth outside my doorstep last night. I wasn’t really sure how I was to react, but the first thing that came into my mind was to look for the person who left the brown Starbucks Planner pouch in front of our screen gate. An urgency came to my senses, and a pounding heartbeat made me go back to the jeepney stop, hoping that I might still see a glimpse of him there. Dear reader, do not misunderstand – this was not because of longing, nor was it because I waited for him to come. Maybe right now, I may not be able to find the particular words for it, but rest assured, no stirred up emotions would ever come back.

I reached the jeepney stop, but failed to see the guy who left the small sack of cloth. I assumed that he left in a rush, and went back to my house and picked up the pouch. (I actually bothered looking for him first before picking up the Starbucks Pouch. How silly of me. Hahaha.) I went inside and dropped the stuff that I bought at the convenience store, and stared at the notebook which I gave to him ten months ago – pages filled with sweet nothings and messages in blue ink, memories kept and written from the very first day I got it, up to his eighteenth birthday last March. I once wondered if he ever wrote on the notebook as I asked him to, back then. So when I skimmed through the pages, the back portion of the notebook did surprise me, as a letter, in his fading blue ink pen filled the last portions of the notebook.

(to be continued)