bloody sunday,,

Today was different; I never would’ve guessed it when I woke up this morning. Sundays for me is usually a well-spent day in front of a computer or television, but because I skipped out on NSTP in my last school I had to take it this semester and it’s every Sunday morning, great.

I woke up this morning rolling off the wrong side of the bed, literally. I hated waking up at 7am. As usual I’ve been my tardy self; call time is 7:30 I got there by 8, a bad habit that I’ll never be rid off. In my last school, NSTP is spent at a classroom and the only culminating activity is a tree planting activity at some province. But at this one, NSTP is at the gym and we’re not just one class, we are joined by the entire first year batch from the different college departments. When we got off, I hung out with my block mates to the “Warehouse” for a drink. It’s this hidden warehouse-like place a couple of blocks from school, where kids can indulge in binge drinking, play pool, karaoke, or just getaway and chill. Afterwards we headed to a block mate’s house to booze more and hangout.

It’s times like these when we make new friends and create memories. Times that I wish I could have with my old friends. I can’t help but miss them, I never get see them anymore these days. I guess we all just have different lives to live now, we’re all busy with school and because I’m phoneless & no internet I don’t have any communication with them too. All I can do now is just look at the murals that we made in my room, listen to our road mix and remember the good times. Wherever they are I hope they’re doing awesome… and know that this bard is singing for them.