A year ago, I was getting ready to enter a Bible college in Valenzuela City. [I didn’t stay there very long.]

Two years ago, I was getting myself ready to make the most of my last year in high school. [While I didn’t quite make the most of it, it was still the best year of high school with hundreds of memories I will cherish forever.]

Three years ago, I was in Cambodia, having a rather miserable time since I was going mentally insane and suffering from insomnia and constant night terrors and deprivation from my friends in the Philippines. [The academic year that followed was also quite miserable.]

Four years ago, I was so hung up on N, imagining how it would be like at school without him around. [I ended up enjoying that year to the fullest.]

Five years ago, I was also hung up on N, but in more of a good way; and I was anxious about starting high school. [The year had a rather miserable undertone throughout, but what else can one expect from freshman year?]

Six years ago, I was getting ready to study at Northside again after a year of absence. [The year was nice, but not too memorable, except for the end, when I attended the Junior Student Convention for the first time and had my first hardcore crush on my then-best friend.]

Seven years ago…

I remember nothing. Nothing in particular, I mean. I’d been in Cambodia, but mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, there had been nothing troubling or exciting or motivating me. Nothing gnawing at the back of my mind. Nothing to worry about except, I guess, for today’s homework.

Seven years ago, all that mattered were books and dogs. Life was just that simple.

But then just a little less than a year ago, I met you.

salamat sa tulong ni Mark Gil (ang aming photographer) that time. HAHAHA