Bipolar

Sophomore year was a shift so swift I didn't even realize it. It's the middle of summer, and I guess this is just my delayed reaction to the year that was. But I guess it deserves to be remembered.

The first semester was a culmination of all things depressing. It was, I guess, the saddest I've ever been. I must have written the most (dramatic) then. And taken the most people-less photos. I indulged mostly in myself, my thoughts and my silliness. I retracted from most of the world and maybe I learned a few things, maybe even the hard way.

I spent most of my daily three hour breaks alone in malls or in the Math Building.

The highlight of it must have been my field trip in Zambales. I made a couple of friends and enjoyed the beach.

Countless times, I remember wanting to give up. But never quite having the guts to. Despite everything I've been through, I still love UP. I love UP.

My depression carried over to the second semester, but I had a mission. I wanted to prove myself wrong. I made a new friend in a former classmate. This is Marian. We have an album full of vain shots.

I promised myself that I'd get my act together. I wanted to start by avoiding a three hour break, but alas that wasn't so. I decided to suck it up and find people to hang out with. And so I find myself going to the CASAA everyday where my high school friends and their college barkada are. It was nice.

A random picture of myself looking wack. But I will include it because this is during sophomore year.

December came and a couple of my high school friends came in to visit. That's Jaque, Axis and Drea.

We watched the Lantern Parade.

Drea is a high school friend and a fellow Isko. She's taking up MBB and she rocks. Which presidentiable does she remind you of? I bet you could never guess.

We made CASAA our official unofficial tambayan. We're always packed into a couple of tables somewhere in the middle.

I'll always remember the roadtrips. One time we reached Sta. Lucia and I didn't know where the hell we were. But I managed to get home. And also: impromptu Left 4 Dead 2 sessions in 129.

One Feb Fair day, my high school Thomasian friends dropped by and we had a blast.

Oh sophomore year, you were so bipolar.