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Uy, Astig!

Day 1 back in school. I can say I missed it, but also that I'm glad I've been over most of the stuff I need to go through as far as subjects are concerned. I never thought about how clueless I was back then until now that I'm pretty much looking back and seeing myself in a lot of the children I study with in the CMSC 150 class -- both lecture and laboratory classes.

So I guess I'm thankful that I don't have to do it again for four or five subjects. I'm very thankful that now I'm working a job and that I'm pretty much finishing this BSCS as a formality more than a requirement. I guess you really change perspectives when you get into the industry for a while and then get back to school.

For one thing, I don't like being called "kuya" even though obviously I'm older than almost everyone there. Another thing is that working people seem to be "cool" for some people -- and I still don't know how to deal with the "uy, astig you work for Friendster!" thing. Might have to work on the "hindi naman, nagkataon lang..." spiel.

Oh, and I love her. She shall remain anonymous, until she gives me the permission to tell the world about her. Maybe her love is one thing that's getting me through with these changes going on in life... And I definitely attribute the clarity and peace I'm experiencing now to her love.

Nothing compares.

Thank God she loves me too.

First day high? Definitely.

CHill.

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