As I first stepped into this unknown place, I felt lonely. It was like kindergarten all over again. I was wearing an unsure smile as I passed each unfamiliar face. I found myself in a sea of strangers with a language I know nothing about. It was then that I realized, I am indeed, growing up. I had to stay strong no matter what. It was different from home. But unlike kindergarten, I had to budget my allowance, no food awaited me after-class, no disney channel, no barkadas, no gmall, no ate amy, no labandera.

These past few days, I learned to wake up early, sleep early, survive without tv, socialize-and I find this difficult. Maybe because I have been in the same place for thirteen years, without difficulty finding any company. It was sad to think that I am not as strong as I thought I were. I feel paranoid, hurt.

I often think of my life back in Davao. I was the carefree highschool kid, who got reprimanded by a teacher for being talkative, who ate choco mucho or siopao during recess, who had friends, who laughed out loud. If I hadn't left, will I stay the same? I may never know, but I sure hope that the decision I made was for the best.

I miss my Davao life, the clean water, my friends. No one could ever replace them. Every photo in my wallet reminds me of the good 'old' times, every funny tablecloth reminds me of my school and what it taught me, every margarita reminds me of my friends:), everything reminds me of home. No, I can't just sit in a corner and cry, because this is not kindergarten anymore. This is my new home.

** I learned to play diff. card games. Haha.
** I met different people with different personalities.
** I have to smile every morning even if I don’t want to.
** It has been weeks since I last ate McDo or KFC. I MISS IT BADLY:( heehee.
** Upperclassmen here are nice, they try to bond with us.
** I learned to be INDEPENDENT.:)
** PPS: makasunggo ang MATH17- everyday ga-dugo akong ilong. I hate math na. BOOO!