WASTED
The stares.
Meant nothing.
The sideway glances.
Meant nothing.
The words written.
Meant nothing.
Nothing. Fate killed them all.
Fate, interrupted.
Destiny, forever twisted.
My fate in love. Doomed.
Dead.
I cried.
Again.
OF OBLATION MYTHS, SABLAY, PLUS A NOSTALGIC ALUMNA
I just graduated three months ago, yet I could not help but be homesick… and just like what I wrote in my multiply blog, HOME= UP Manila. Lately, I have been visited frequently of memories. Memories that make me cry, laugh, and get red in the face. Just like the different Oblation myths that slapped my face as a freshie. I remember the first myth I heard that made me dread to even go near the Oblation—when you take your picture with the oblation… YOU WILL DIE. I really believed it as a freshman. Knowing upper classmen, they want to make fun of the first years. Remember the TBA? Telling first years that TBA was supposed to be a place when in reality is it stands for To Be Announced? (Sorry for being a spoiler.. can’t fool first years who will read this;)). It was a good thing a few, kinder upper classmen corrected the myth and told us freshmen that you will not really die if you have your picture taken with the oblation (and yes we sighed, but then---)… you will only not gradua
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