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Dear 17-year old self,

You made such ridiculously funny goals as you were bound for college and in your dream school no less! But be glad! Your future self was able to pull it off. Not effortlessly of course, since as we have learned all too well; nothing worth having comes easy. 

So here's a toast to the tomorrow that will come too soon!
(Sounds familiar? I've been LSS-ing on it, after all) 

Hugs, 
You, 4 years into the present, living on dreams and spaghetti-o's.

Someone's graduating with honors. Guess who. :D

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Should the story start with the gritty determination of a high school freshman who have dreamed of entering the national university for the craziest of reasons? Or should I start the story with the review sessions in the library with a best friend where we came up with hilarious ways of distracting other test-takers of the UPCAT instead of actually studying for the exam? (Good times!)

And then it hit me. 

I am not going to write a "So long and farewell, University of the Philippines!" note because contrary to what I've said before, I will not bid adieu to an affair that I love so well. Never. :D

Fever pitch for the sunflowers and Sablay.

Pass the UPCAT, get into UP. That was the master plan, right? Double check. 

Survive the de rigeurs of college life? Almost check. (15 units to go!)

Be an iska, that has always been the dream and you know that! And a true maroon-blooded Iska I became. Awesome professors, my hand aching from the countless words I wrote on blue books, isaw, the ineffable beauty of the acacias in the Acad Oval, cramming like a true master, the intoxicating barbecue in Beach House, getting horribly drunk with the blockmates, the soul-crushing kwatro and the rise from the flames, liking a classmate that borders on madness, and the friends, oh, the friends.

Here's me at my prettiest. LOL.

A little too early but I just collected some data for my thesis and hey, the future's looking good! :D So let us post this as an inspiration for the best that is yet to come.